That in a world of
Diametricly opposed
Polar opposites
With coordinating labels
Liberal, Democratic, left, blue
Conservative, Republican, right, red
That both sides equally support
Either aggressively or passively
(Basically, War Hawks or Dove Hawks)
The Military Industrial Complex
Because their constituents need jobs
To support their “patriotic” families
While other families lose their members
To violent unnecessary deaths
Because corporations need access
To cheap and plentiful resources
Is it not strange?
In a cycle of wash rinse repeat or
Brainwash, regurgitate, retribution
Profiting of off killing God’s children
In a convoluted, us vs. us strategy
Even though everyone shares
More than 99.9% of the same DNA
Is it not strange?
Plus, both sides adhering to
Some version of the rule of law
As long as it doesn’t apply to the Hawks
Likewise, the Prison Industrial Complex
Flipping coins to see who lives or dies
Interchangeable never questioning why
In a gambit of legalese wrangling
As long as power says
It is okey dokey to do
J Q public will put up with it too
Since it is not happening to them
Is it not strange?
When the major religions
Feed off different distinctions of
Love thy neighbor as thyself
Unless of course, one does not
Believe in the same prophet/profiteer
In a do as I say not as I do behavior
Jesus loved everyone and from what
Little I’ve read, didn’t kill anyone, ooops
Advised forgiveness of one’s enemies
That whole turn the cheek thingy
Is it not strange?
All are driven to distraction
Away from their divinity by
Following bouncing balls
Of many sizes and designs
Iridescent shiny objects
Each more appealing
Everytime they bounce
Is it not strange?
Safety, security, serenity
Is just around the corner
If only each could be caught
Placed back in Pandora’s box
Each side wanting the same
From different perspectives
Immigrants, transgenders
Criminals and homeless
While the other side wants
To eradicate billionaires
Bosses and politicians
Both tucked away nicely so
One could live free, freely
Is it not strange?
Meanwhile, not seeing ourselves
In the perfect mirrors
Reflecting back ourselves
In any given moment
The good, bad, beautiful, and ugly
All moments every moment
Is it not strange?
Disqualifies itself
As a voice of reason
Proof and verifiability
By clinging to
An unprovable cliche
As its go to theory
(Much like religion)
That everything
Came from nothing
Save for a microscopic dot
That exploded once and
Made a very loud noise
Most often referred to as
“The Big Bang”
None of which Science can
Point to any proof of at all
Save for an accepted theory
Even within the scope of
The observable universe
Which is said to be 90 million
Light years across in any
Direction from the Pale Blue Dot
(That is a big f’n area)
And within that big, mostly space
Absolutely zero evidence, hmmm
It’s just an underlying verbal tic
Regurgitated and repeated as if
To convince themselves it is true
If science wanted to redeem itself
It would declare that everything exists infinitely
After all, there is proof of that everywhere
The same goes for religion
It likewise could state that all is God
You, me, space, voids, vacuums, light,
Cats, dogs, electricity, water, air,
Lakes, deserts, mountains, valleys,
Hospitals, prisons, guns, schools, etc.
I am a whole part of a whole
Which I am also its entirety
Therefore, there is no place
Science and God are not
The same goes for heaven and hell
There is no observable place for either
Save for what one makes of
Their situation at any moment
Presupposing a story or theory
To hang a hat on so that everything
That is told after it makes sense
Makes no sense
There is zero proof of
Creation or a big bang
It is much more valid to
Not only believe but prove
Everything exists
Infinitely forever while
Merely changing shape
Content and context as
The miracle in that alone
Ought to keep everyone
Animated in a state of awe
With God and Science or
Without God and Science
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
To make is a point
Not to make a point
Even though it is on
The tip of your tongue
Sharp as a diamond
Yet small enough to
Follow a tiny groove
Loaded in a track to
Play a symphony or
Thrash metal music
One must anticipate
How or what and if
The other person
Is willing or ready
To hear your point
Most will fall
On deaf ears
Or blind eyes
Unless their mind
Is open to hear and see
The hardest point
The medium / median point
Would be to let it be “their” idea
“We teach best
what we need to learn
most ourselves.”
– Richard Bach
Silence would be
The softest point
Yet, the hardest point
“Keep it to yourself
Yeah, keep it to yourself
Yeah, keep it to yourself. “
– Kacey Musgraves
Are you overloaded
With useless opinions, then
We have a format for you
You will find it randomly
In your social media feed
On your thumb powered
Conveyor belt of distraction
Deception and devolution
Whereas in pixilated print
We will select a trigger topic
That is sure to enrage you
Enough to get fingers typing
Knee jerk rapid responses
Bypassing human filters to
Question the source or
Validity of the information
That has no intention of
Drawing a conclusion or
Compiling evidence to curb
What triggers many
For the longest time
The staples used to be
Flag burning, guns, and abortion
On their timed distraction rotation
Simple, easy, and cliché’d responses
Stop, more and none
Now, it’s a free-for-all cacophony
Of tenacious trigger topics
Transgender, patriotism,
Fascism, pedophilia, flat earth,
Moon landings, hoaxes,
Conspiracies, billionaires,
Pronouns, immigration,
Education and vaccinations
Sweltering in ignorance
Regurgitating rhetoric
For the sake of staring
In a mirror that reflects
Nothing of what you see
Save perpetuating
Petty petulance of
I’m rubber, you’re glue
Na nya nana nya ya
By alleged adults with
Jobs and responsibilities
Oozing narcissism that
Their words are the capstone
To close the conversation
Meanwhile, thousands more
Chime in with their two cents
That isn’t worth the digital
Display it appears on
All because they fell
For the nonsense
Hook, line, and sinker
Stop, Think, Move on
So you are not hooked
By stinking liars
To experience
Whatever “it” is
It wasn’t fatal
Besides, even if
It was fatal
That would simply
Be another experience
It doesn’t end things
If you were you
Before you got here
Getting here
Is an experience
Likewise, leaving here
Is* an experience
Regardless of how
You exit the stage
“The program for this evening is not new
You’ve seen this entertainment through and through
You’ve seen your birth your life and death
You might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?
I’m getting out of here
Where are you going?
To the other side of morning
Please don’t chase the clouds, pagodas”
“The Movie” “An American Prayer “
– The Doors
* (Will be) would suggest
A “first” “time” experience
When logically, it seems
That would not be the case
“If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We’ll hold hands, and then we’ll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Or have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won’t let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You’re made out of gold and, uh, can’t be sold?
So uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Ah, let me prove it to you
Trumpets and violins I can, uh, hear in the distance
I think they’re calling our names
Maybe now you can’t hear them, but you will, ha-ha
If you just take hold of my hand
Oh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful”
– Jimmy Hendrix
As long as I’m closing
This out with lyrics
Here are a few more
“There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live, but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born, you’re dying…
…and reborn again??”
“The Clairvoyant”
– Iron Maiden
“Mark my words believe my soul lives on
Don’t worry now that I have gone
I’ve gone beyond to seek the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hallowed be Thy name
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hallowed be Thy name”
“Hallowed be Thy name”
– Iron Maiden
Can you imagine the amount
Of infinite experiences that
Can go on in infinity, infinitely
That would certainly make
Whatever your current conundrum is
Just another experience
To be chalked up…….
“Infinite Dreams”
There’s got to be just more to it than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I’d like to think that when I die
I’d get a chance another time
And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again.”
– Iron Maiden
And finally…….
“People say maybe you’ll come back.
Reincarnation. Do you think so? Well, it doesn’t seem mathematically possible to me, man.
Ah, ’cause at one time, all we had on the Earth was 6 people, you know. I avoid 2 because it’s controversial, but 6. Most people will agree, “Oh fuck ya, we had 6 at one time, yeah” 6 people, 6 souls. Cool!
They died, souls went back to the place. 6 new people, souls *Whew* Still 6 souls.
Now we have 4 (8) billion people, claiming to have souls………………
Someone is printing up souls. And it lowers their value, you know.”
– George Carlin
Is trusting that you exist
As a sentient being with
A subjective perspective as a
Grand part of a greater whole
Logic dictates that you do not
After all, the molecules that
Make you up, zip around
With their own intention
None of which you have the
Slightest inkling of control
“You have nothing in your hands. Any power you have comes to you, from far beyond. Everything is fixed, and you can’t change it.”
JC
“Jesus Christ Super Star”
It is my best understanding
Which seems highly likely that
Every cell that makes you up
Is replaced every eleven years
Oxygen and blood go quicker
While bones take much longer
Still, you are not the same person
You were eleven years ago
If that is the case, who are you
“As soon as you’re born, you’re dying,”
– Iron Maiden
All of “you” has been replaced
By a nearly identical you
Mostly through consuming,
Digestion, peeing, flushing,
Breathing, washing, cutting,
Exercising, sweating, and sleeping
Note: You lose weight while asleep
Where did that part of “you” go?
Speaking of sleep
If you were told that
Shortly after closing your eyelids
For longer than two seconds
You’d be whisked off to a location
For six to eight hours
Unbeknownst to where you are going
Or what would happen to you
While you were away
You would fight it tooth and nail
But instead, you actually intend that
Having faith that you will return
Unharmed and rested to do what you do
All over again, modifying it slightly
On a nihilistic and narcissism treadmill
That keeps you moving towards nothing
Save for maybe being a better human
Then you may have been the day before
Why?
“Cause I gotta’ have faith
I gotta have faith
Because I gotta have faith, faith, faith
I got to have faith, faith, faith, “
“Faith”
– George Michael
To perceive reality
On a molecular level
It strips everything
Of its everything-ness
With all the zipping about
Of protons and neutrons
Appearing as a mist
Of a grayish white light
Coming together in
Agreed to locations
To observe from knowing
That the atomic power
In each miniscule particle
Doing its proper thing of
Behaving like it is expected
Without wires or batteries
For example, one does not
Actually, knock on wood
For that is impossible
The molecules are
Everywhere all at once
Coalescing into what
Appears to be wood
The same goes for your
Hand, eyes, and ears
The chair and table
Which are all there as
You perceive them
Just not “really” there
Likewise, the knock is
Not really emitting a sound
It is all perception
To enhance experience
Such as fulfilling
The cliche that
Knocking on wood
Will ward off misfortune
There is no timber or tribulation
Save for ingrained indoctrinated
Perceptions that make it so
Unsure where chasing this
Elusive Bunny is off to
Going down the rabbit hole
Yet, this line of thinking
Is fun and rewarding
“I do not know
Where I am going
But I do know
I am moving forward. “
– Angelo Devlin
Will do you no good
If you are still controlled by
The parental voices in your head
That continue to tell you that
You are not valued just for being
Likewise
Advocating for fascism
Will not help you achieve
Personal responsibility and discipline
To make your life one iota better
Because you feel so out of control
Maybe the following serenity prayer adaptation will help
Word(s)/God, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I can not change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time,
accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.
Taking this objectionable world
as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that Word(s) will make all things right
if I utilize the power of Word(s)
That I may be personally happy in this life
and supremely happy with Word(s).
Amen.
Adapted for a more personally responsible tone in the present, than suggesting an invisible deity is qualified to do it for you if you only believe in a Santa Clause caricature in a different, next, final dimension than this one. Living in the present present is the way.
Case in point
Santa Clause, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I can not change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at a time,
accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.
Taking, as Santa Clause did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it.
Trusting that Santa Clause will make all things right
if I surrender to Santa Clause’s will.
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Santa Clause
forever in the next.
Amen.
Being first up
At an intersection
The light glowed red
In an instant and only
For a brief moment
The world paused
Long enough for me to
Recognize infinity that is
All happening all at once
Right before my eyes
Silence in my ears
The molecules and atoms
Danced their rapid dance
As waves became particles
Particles emerged as waves
Breaking the illusion that
Anything was solid or as
Transparent as a windshield
In an agreed to construct
Of the universal mind to
Have a subjective perspective
For the sake of experience
Perceiving reality through
The magic of consciousness
Always no where now here
All ways a magnificent mirage
Albeit a miraculous one that
Ought to leave one speechless
At the enormity of detail
Required to pull off “reality”
Which is essentially virtual
Whether you like it or not
Seeing and feeling
The light and heat
Of a gigantic fireball
Ninety million miles away
All while being
Wrapped tightly into
An anthropomorphic form
To experience emotions of
Love, joy, anger, pain, faith,
Doubt, regret, hope, desire,
Trust, fear, pleasure, certainty,
Loyalty, betrayal, anxiety,
Calm, and whatever else
And yet, with all of that
Faster than light speed
Zipping around there is
Still an awareness of a
Phenomenon called memory
Also, perceived consciousness
Crazy, huh?
“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality.”
– Angelo Devlin
Ironically
An atheist’s God is Atheism
Presenting arguments
That God does not exist
Using the evidence of God’s existence
Words
Ooopsie
“In the beginning, the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Spoken words are invisible
Yet, the words describe reality
With the audacity of being audible
Even if you hear them
Inside of your head
Where there are no ears
(At least not that I know of)
Unless you are reading this out loud
Your voice is making them audible
With your own voice, cool, huh
I doubt you are hearing them in my voice
Even though I typed them here as such
Which is kind of a Kermit the frog
Mixed with an Oscar The Grouch tone
(You are rereading that in Kermit’s voice
Wondering what Oscar sounded like)
“Energy (like Word) can not be created or destroyed, only transformed from one form to another.”
– Albert Einstein
Words are kinetic energy
Stored when unread and unheard
With their potential being potent or powerless
Depending on their reception at the time
In print, words are more tangible
Collectively placed in books
To be carried and read later
There is no place words are not
Words are everywhere
Existing infinitely
Changing meaning
Depending on content
Context and intent
A rock is not a rock
Without having a word for rock
When it is a noun
As a verb, it all boils down to perception
Either swaying back and forth gently or
To shake violently
Same word, different interpretations
The source of Word / words then becomes
The infinitesimally small yet infinite gap
Between Michaelangelo’s hand (mind) of God
Hand (mind) of man representation that
No matter (non-matter) how close one gets
With Word, it will never grasp the entirety of Word
Beyond beginnings and endings, seeing/hearing as how
“The Word…..already existed.” (Ta-da) – John 1:1
That must be why atheists and theists grapple over proof
Even though they are utilizing the proof and truth itself
Words
How ironic……..
Meanwhile, if an atheist contends there is no invisible man living in the sky puppeteering everything to sadistic and masochistic whims and wishes, they have a valid point.
Ironically, using God / Word(s) to make that point.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 