If you whisper
Mumble and repeat
Or clear your
Throat while saying
.
……..fire
.
In a crowded
Movie theater
For four years
Nobody will
Pay attention
Or heed warnings
Till the last
Glowing embers
Are extinguished
By a leaky fire hose
Brought too late
By an ill equipped
Poorly run station
.
Emporor 45 twitters
(Or must be trying to)*
While Rome smolders
Throwing Nero’s
Fiddle on the fire
For a biigger pyre
.
*
How ironic
In a way
The 1st ammendment
No longer applies
To the president
.
(“Sampson got his haircut”
.
– Rachel Maddow)
.
As social media
Corporations scrounge
Up some ethics (finally)
To stop the lunatic
Ramblings of a mad man
Now you know
Who is running the show
The OZ behind the curtain
So to speak
And dead people
Mean fewer consumers
Therefore less profits
Not enough slaves
To produce and consume
(Oops, got sidetracked)
.
Maybe if 45 wasn’t
Given such a large conch
In the first place
He would not be
What he is today
.
“The Lord of The Flies”
That may have got us here
As subtle underpinnings of
Our collective unconsciousness
In no particular order are
.
House of Cards
Scandal
24
Designated Survivor
Cops
West Wing
Homeland
Ray Donavan
Handmaid’s Tale
The Apprentice
.
Just to name a few
.
Chipping away
At already
Distorted lines
Of fantasy reality
Merging entertainment
With expectations
Some wanting desperately
To participate
To experience
Something outside of
Their humdrum
Daily lives
Which is what
They are supposed to be
Feeding your family
Guiding their future
Evolving communication
Loving unconditionally
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
It is Back the Blue
Not Balk the Blue
Never mind
Quite the double standard
I’m guessing if
Black people
Stormed the Capital
They’d been shot
But as long as it’s
Caucasians (pink people)
Authority opens the door
Like a gentleman
For a lady
Clears the way
Because “Authority”
Wishes it was them
Performing lawlessness
As their actions
Are justified because
Their lead deceiver
Encouraged and incited
Abhorrent behavior
Reality is not as it seems
It is as 45 tells them it is
How much longer
Till he tells them
The spaceships
Are on their way
.
.
Maybe Neil Young
Can change the lyrics
From “Ohio” to “Capital”
“Plastic soldiers and 45’s inciting,
Finally minds are blown.
This winter I hear the drumming,
Four dead at the Capital”
“Gotta get down to it
Militias are cutting us down
Should never have been done at all
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you don’t know?”
.
Something like that
My song parody skills
Are sharp as a rubber tack
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Good thing I didn’t
Post my prediction
That nothing was
Going to happen
Although nothing did
What you have witnessed
Is nothing more than
An outdoor extended
Version of George Orwell’s
“Two Minutes Hate”
Directed by Big Brother
For the inner party’s
Amusement at the
Outer party’s expense
The proles are at home
Trying to feed their family
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Any whisper hint insinuation or innuendo
That one silently applauds Don’s doings
All the way up to a MAGA hat wearing
Kool-aid drinking Fox watching devotee
Praise be to Jesus disguised as Donald
That 45 is the be all end all in politics
By association are guilty in that
If it were themselves they would do
The exact same thing he has done
Should be ashamed of that notion
Assaulting women caging children
Obstructing Justice telling 20K + lies
Restricted travel based on religion
Ignoring a health crisis as a cold
Golfing as he said he never would
Instead of leading like he said he could
Directly provable election meddling
(I heard some of that phone call.)
(Did you?) Helping no one but himself
As they post and praise his petulance
Joining in the chorus of criers that if
He didn’t get his way neither did they
Boo Hoo and they too are complicit
In not reigning in abhorrent behavior
Disguised as alleged leadership
Which ultimately has nothing to do
With him just a small but focused
Portion of our collective psyche
That has found an outlet in an empty
Hologram entertaining and enraging
The masses who would otherwise
Be taking care of their neighbors
Loving their loved ones and making
This world a better place for all
But nooo ’tis easier to stay engaged
In the distraction diminishing divinity
Then to think and create new ways
Of evolving into a harmonious species
That associates peace and sharing
As a birthright to all that has been
Spawned from Gaia consciousness
Thereby being innocent by association
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
.
– Angelo Devlin
Despite all of our grandiosity
We are monkeys in stitches
Driving around in automobiles
Moving from building to building
Shitting where we eat and sleep
Between staring at flashing lights
On screens of all shapes and sizes
In the concrete and glass jungle
That if was built at once from scratch
Would be torn down immediately
.
“Welcome to the jungle
We’ve got fun ‘n’ games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey
We got your disease
Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
You learn to live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You’ll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
Knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your…
It’s gonna bring you down
Ha!”
.
Excerpted from Guns n Roses
“Welcome to the Jungle”
Music
Commoditized
Like any commodity
It is worth less
Rather
Worthless
The more you hear
Of let us say a
Certain type of music
Seasonally
Whatever message
It has or had is lost
In the sheer
Repetition
Regurgitation and
Rearranging
Along with a constant
Jingle jangle jingle
Tying most together
In a sensory strangle
Don’t get me wrong
I love music
Most all kinds and
Lots of it
From Gershwin to
Guns n Roses
Irish to Iron Maiden
Eagles to Eminem
John Williams to
John Trudell
However if my surroundings
Were saturated with
A catalog of covers
Overused and overrun
I might get overloaded
The nuances and impact
Of lyrics like
.
“Here is the soul of a man
Here in this place for the taking
Clothed in white, stand in the light
Here is the soul of a man
Time to speak with the shaman again
Conjure the jester again
Black dog in the ruins
Is howling my name
So here is the soul of a man”
.
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
Or
“What you see is not real,
Those who know will not tell
All is lost sold, your souls
To this brave new world”
“Brave New World”
– Iron Maiden
Or
“My heart doesn’t hurt anymore.
Maybe, that’s what souls are for, to take the hurt the heart can’t take.”
John Trudell
And
“Now, believe is a word that I have a serious problem with, right, because it has a “Lie” in the middle.
“DNA” Descendant Now Ancestor
– John Trudell
.
Would all but
Render them rubbish
If listened to
With a fetish
Conveyed in country
Or pulverized in pop
Become bland
Background beats
To senseless senses
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Is made up
It is make believe
Bwaha haha hehe
Chuckle snort guffaw
Started by religions (in Stone)
Implemented by governments (on Paper)
Maintained by corporations (for Profit)
Yet………..still
People will cling to it
Like a deflated
Life raft
To save
Not themselves
Rather
All of the other
Drown-ese (ease)
.
THE LAW
Which sounds even
More ominous
When combined with
The ………..”RULE”
OHHHHHHH NOOO
“THE RULE OF LAW”
If we could just edge that out
As long as we’re making
Shit up
We could come up with
THE EVOLUTION OF
COMPASSION UNDERSTANDING
NURTURING AND GUIDANCE
.
Nope………. too long
Too many syllables
Making it unmarketable
T h e r e f o r e …unsellable
As there is ……
No money
In that…….
Make believe
.
No fines to impose
No prisons to build
No jail birds to feed
No judges to decide
No blind eyes to turn
No lies to tell
No records to keep
No weapons to build
Less graves to dig
No pardons to trade
No scales to tip
No profits to reap
No “authority” to pay
Honor & Fear
.
.
Just human artists
Looking the #uck out for
One another as if
Each other
Was themselves
Because
They kinda are…….
And mattered
Because
They kinda do…….
If only that was
The LAW
.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
I know I am going
To beat this theory
Like a dead horse
If for only my
Self satisfaction
Stemming from
What is becoming
My favorite Bible verse
The correlation that
“In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Which puts into context
A commandment
“Thou shall have no
Other gods before me”
“Me” being words
Therefore impossible
Word(s) God(s)
Already existed
Proving simply
Everything is was and
Has always been here
Which is really hard
To wrap one’s mind around
Since it competes with
The same source’s notion
That some invisible dude
Living in the ether
“Created” the infinite cosmos
In just six days and got sleepy
Then quit almost entirely **
Save telling people what
To do and not to do mostly
Through agents and messengers
After quite sadistically making
A tree of knowledge
That was not supposed
To be eaten from
But was enticed by
A different creation
Quite the dick move
If you ask me
Omniscience would
Have seen that coming
Not exactly a loving act
To be modeled and replicated
But a turning point
At the onset to introduce
Shame guilt deceit and
The inability to envision
One’s own divinity by
Always trying to live
Up to a false ideal
Of a father figure
That is there
In theory only
.
Holding on to impossible beliefs
Impede our collective evolution
Stop that let it go and move on
**
If you can create worlds
Stars planets humans etc.
Wouldn’t you help a
600 year old drunk
Make a boat?
At least throw
The Unicorns on board
Something………..
All Powerful means
All Powerful
“Just an observation,
maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Deaf in one ear
Can’t hear
Out of the other
Or rather deaf
In neither
Just won’t
Listen with either
You would think
With all of the
Banging away by
The hammer
Anvil and stirrup
Something would
Come in louder than
The voices in my head
Twisting words
Content and context
To my own
Paltering perceptions
Looking at the world through a windshield. 