Sometimes I wish
I did not recognize
That I am but a cog
In a very very large
Gargantuan never
Ending or beginning
Infinitely existing
Spiritual wheel that
While replaceable
Will just find myself
Elsewhere in different
Gears performing an
Allegedly necessary
Integral part of the
Whole functioning
.
On two accounts it
Would be so easy to
Either latch on to a
Grandiose notion of
All that I do is good
See things clearly in
Scope that my way
Is righteous and right
And am separate
From the collective
Or on the other hand
Strive for that illusion
By verbalizing thoughts
Projected towards
Other beings as less
Than being equally
Important cogs in
Said spiritual wheel
.
With the unlikely help
From different sources
Is how I’ve recognized
That cog perspective
.
My family plus
George Carlin
Bill Hicks
Doug Stanhope
Iron Maiden
Rush
Styx
Pink Floyd
Jack Canfield
Ayn Rand
Shirley McLain
Helen Wambach
Carolyn Myss
Art Bell
Bruce Williams
Howard Stern
Robin Quivers
Fred Norris
The Matrix
Star Wars
Groundhog Day
.
I could extend the list
But one can get the idea
From the core influences
.
Either through
Wisdom nuggets
Classic bits
Clever lyrics
Poignant paragraphs
Auditory Au (gold)
Casual repetition
Of known truths
Moving images
Laid out plainly and
Bare to decipher
For myself without
Indoctrination
Judgement
Force or
Invisible forces
Group gatherings
Weakly meetings etc.
.
I guess that makes me
…….Cognizant
.
Thanks for being here
In the wheel with me
All words are the words of God
Each and every never any
First or last one of them
I being the one closest to God
Not me personally rather just I
Being the shortest with capacities
Beyond rational definitions as
Such there are eight billion
Interpretations and perceptions
With no dictionary large enough
To render a useful description
For each word is a derivative
Of all the words already existing
As the never ending never beginning
Words of God occur eternally
Merely change in range of
Context content and interpretation
Language dialect pronunciation
Intention inflection audible reception
Spelling definition misunderstanding
Clarification through repetition
Utilizing more words to refine
Or confuse narrow or widen
.
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
.
John 1:1
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Good and evil
Right and wrong
Left and right
Up and down
Heal and kill
Inspire and degrade
Love and hate
Tolerate and despise
Heaven and hell
Cause and effect
Peace and war
.
All words of God
.
Do you use the ones
Written on your heart or
Programmed in your brain?
Of an overused well worn cliche
Is its constant repetition renders it
Meaningless therefore useless to say
.
Captain Joe seems to be ending
His public statements with some
Version of God bless our troops
.
As some sort of unstoppable vebal tic
Manifested by the mindless yammering
That freedom is protected by mercenaries
.
Doing corporations biddings to secure
Resources instead of liberating lives
From the grinding wheel of consumption
.
For the Trillion dollars the government
Wastes of your hard earned tax dollars
Towards the military industrial complex
.
Are you aware of any specific skirmish
War or conflict the troops are engaged in
Allegedly protecting your alleged freedom
.
Time’s up…….no.. just a vague notion that
The invisible troop putting themselves in
Harms way for corporate profit resources
.
Gets “special” seatings on airlines plus
Other random discounts for belonging to
A group whose basic job is to kill people
.
Not to maintain some living liberation
Aquired at the point of a gun rather the
Freedom to buy stuff via cheap labor
.
Which if it didn’t exist wouldn’t need anyway
So the cliché continues like a hole in the wall
Behind the doorknob so you know it is there
.
Instead of demanding that fellow humans
Are not only not harmed but fed and sheltered
Sharing a basic dignity that everyone wants
.
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.”
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– Smedley D. Butler,
.
War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier
.
My unhopeful guess is that Joe’s tic is a
Slow and steady drumbeat march to an
Inevitable preparation for troops usage
.
So when an alleged “need” arises
Society will be psychologically “ready”
Having been given their weakly reminder
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
It is easy to see
What you don’t
Want to see or
What you want
To see if you just
Close your eyes
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
The projection
Of your fear
Is lurking in the cave
Of your sanctuary
The psychologically
Significant number
That brushes up
Against a “whole” #
Obliterating a nil gap
Between .99 cents
And a whole dollar
.
The same dollar that
Separates $ 999,999,999.
From being a Billion $’S
.
Likewise on a gallon
Of gas that is sold as
$ x.xx and 99/100
Of a cent which is
Always magically
Round-up when you pay
Since no one is carrying
Hundredths of cents
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin
By anything except
That the bulk
Of humanity
Does not use its
Gaia given talents
To balance the use of
Gaia given resources
Where the earth
Is like a body
It is a self
Correcting system
As long as it
Doesn’t receive
Too many
Toxins at once
Knowing both can
Heal their selves
From within by an
Unstoppable fire
(Force) burning inside
.
Unfortunately it appears
It is receiving too much
Poisons all the time by the
Very hands it created
Hands attached to
Greedy minds
Satiating gluttony
Based on fear
Artificially manufactured
“Give it to me it’s mine” **
Prevalent perception
Slimming survivability
Chances to chance
.
What is more offensive than that?
.
** George Carlin
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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin
“When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
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– Dr Wayne Dyer
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When you
Change
The way
You look
At
Things
,
The things you
Look
At
Change
.
You are neither
The pavement underneath you
Nor the foot upon the gas
Or the windshield
Protecting you
From bugs and breezes
.
But rather
The center of your universe
For, from your
Vantage point
Goes inward and outward*
.
*
A little something I picked up
From Caroline Myss’s
“Energy Anatomy”
.
Which makes sense
At least metaphorically
Especially when you
Orbit around other
“Universe’s”
AKA (people)
.
Sometimes they mesh
And are harmonious
With some exceptions
Of ideas and concepts
That are out of this world
.
Some just clash like
Two worlds colliding *
Each with large
Invisible black holes
Having gravitational pulls
Drawing them together
.
*
“When two worlds collide
The anger, the pain
Of those who remain
When two worlds collide
When two worlds collide
So who will survive
There’s no place to hide
When two worlds collide”
.
Iron Maiden
“When Two Worlds Collide”
.
What any of this has to do with
“Spare Change” is beyond me
Guess it was just a catchy title
.
Thanks for reading
Of a Dead Head sticker
On a Cadillac must be
A painted economy car
All over with tRump 2024
.
With the combined appeal
Of Jim Jones & David Koresh
A large and insignificant group
Praying to a messianic moron
.
Who manifested power from
Distraction and deception
Like a magician guiding his
Audience around the illusion
.
Who could no more pull a
Rabbit out of a hat then to
Declare a truth before almost
Immediately contradicting it
.
Still followers like to follow
Even as the lit warning signs
Declare BRIDGE OUT. STOP.
DO NOT PROCEED FURTHER
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But alas the Kool-aid is gone
The compound is in flames
Yet like lemmings into a lake
It’s their soul they will forsake
.
All that because I saw some
Frugal Ford saturated with
Sad very sad signage as if
Larger letters would sell shit
.
I need a hobby…… besides this one
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin
I could play all day
In my sandbox
Filled not with sand
.
Mind you
Rather brimming
With words
.
It is like having
A conversation
With God
.
Out of seemingly
Nowhere / now here
Words (God)* appear
.
Granite my sandbox
Is a tractor trailer
I get paid to play in
.
After the trailers
Are hooked safety
Procedures followed
.
Destination thinking
Begins once rolling
On 18 to 26 wheels
.
A word like sandbox
Captures my attention
Then the fun begins
.
Like the tires turning
Over smooth terrain
The muse muses
.
Puts headlines
In my head for
Follow up formations.
.
The grains of sand
Are the letters collected
Put together as words
.
Forming content/ext
Castles or crevices
Creations of chaos
.
Assembled for viewing
By all or by no one for
Writing itself is the fun
.
Where this should have stopped
.
Nope, will stop right there before
This gets ruined by over explanation
.
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*“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
.
John 1:1
Looking at the world through a windshield. 