WARNING: Dark all the way through
Until Hicks and Carlin shine their light
We should thank 45 for his success
Of completely discombobulating
The system of alleged democracy
Peeling away its imperialistic layers
Only to discover there is not any
“We The People” at its inner core
Just empty words as a hologram
Projected on a screen of delusion
That those three words inspire unity
If everyone would just think like one
When they only divide and conquer
Fooly examined in content and context
Reveals that if you dare to look close
Exposing wizards w/o brains heart or courage
It manifests no forfeiture of power save
The fraction it takes convincing otherwise
Matters not administration first last or next
It is all a ruse to keep most everyone docile
Impotent and tearing at their tortured soul
Where until all are housed educated and fed
Provided clean water & treated with dignity
After an intuitive reduction of seeds planted
Nurturing the rest as self divine beings
To heal and honor the loving host
The show that you enjoy watching
The ride that you keep on riding
Will continue until you are dead
Then dead again again and again
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(It is safe to assume the above could use
Some grammatical polish but give or take
That is how it flowed from my fingertips)
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey — don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride…”
And we… kill those people.
“Shut him up.”
“We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.”
Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys* who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter because:
“It’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.”
Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
– Bill Hicks
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“Did you ever notice who it is? Stop to think who it is we kill? It’s always people who’ve told us to live together in harmony and try to love one another.
Jesus, Gandhi, Lincoln, John Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, John Lennon, they all said, “Try to live together peacefully.”
BAM! Right in the fucking head. Apparently we’re not ready for that.”
George Carlin
There is nothing you can
Stand on so concretely
That it will not sink you
Into an abyss of dichotomy
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
If you pronounce
All words properly
Enunciate clearly
Nobody will know
Including yourself
If they were all
Spelled correctly
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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin
Is to achieve nothing
Or rather no thing
No anger
No regrets
No pain
Either incurred to self
Or bestowed upon others
Scarcity is increasing
In strange ways
“Just an observation,
maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
First up…..
Toilet paper
OMG WTF would we do
W/o toilet paper
Deplete and hoard
Not regionally
Like for a hurricane
Rather Globally
Cause shit happens
Because it is easier
To react than think
Fine, that at least had an explanation
Everyone was convinced
Albeit unintentionally and irrationally
That they may be quarantined
For an indefinite amount of time
Who knew such a commodity
Would hold sway over our survival
That we might actually get wiped out
If we could not wipe away
Unike that scenario
This one baffles me
Loose change
I’m not a doctor nor do I play one on TV
Nor am I a geopolitical mathematician
Miner of cheap and readily available metals
Waiting in a green room conspiracy theorist
But I did stay at a fancy brand name hotel
Therefore that one makes the least cents
You see the signs at fast food establishments
Convenience stores and gas stations
Please have exact change
Or pony up to an even amount
So it can be donated to charity
Minus the 99% administration fee
Due to a national coin shortage
Without any rational explanation
Other than the catch-all Covid-19
As Alonzo Boden asks,
“Who’s paying attention?”
How long before rationing starts
Of Victory coffee and cigarettes
Razor blades and chocolate
Winston Smith wants to know
So he can stock up before
Returning to his speak-write
Where he alters the production numbers
Of pig iron and invisible boots
Droning on in the background
From telescreens all around
With news flashes about some
Glorious victory on the Malabar front
To keep the party members
Hopefully dismayed
As the wolf cries wolf
Conditioning society
That lack is the new normal
Where the proles are simply
Worn the #uck out until
Guided along in their
Two minutes hate
Toward who or what
They are told they hate
While the “inner” party members
Are sequestered away
Safely to undisclosed locations
To legislate on their behalf
Oops maybe I shouldn’t have
Listened to Orwell’s 1984
Or maybe it’s just an observation
Of rotating areas of empty shelves
Logically and logistically irrational
Making it look like
Scarcity is increasing
Whatever it is you cling to it will disappear
Religion
Nationality
Race
Beliefs
Money
Sexuality
Gender
Health
Education
Politics
Justice
Likewise yourself will no longer be here
I suppose you are clinging to that too
Still try as you might what you hold is dear
Just must ask yourself over and again
Why
Do you use any of the above
For the benevolence of all
Or do you concetrate
Isolate on each one
Like your perspective
On each is the best
Tearing other’s clingings asunder
If they are not your own
Religion – the one you were taught
Nationality – accident of birth
Race – better than the rest
Beliefs – solid….from indoctrination
Money – never enough
Sexuality – defined or loose
Gender – specific or fluid
Health – could be better w/o effort
Education – could have more free w/o effort
Politics – your party is always right
Justice – blind with exceptions
That must be the best part of dying
There is nothing left to cling to
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
My mind is so full
Of ways to achieve real peace
It makes me angry
That Justice
Can be doled out
Or served
Is ridiculous
Made up by seven lettets
Strung together into
A two syllable word
Assigned a definition
So vague
It is not defined
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Justice:
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the maintenance or administration of what is just especially by the impartial adjustment of conflicting claims or the assignment of merited rewards or punishments
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M-W.com
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WTF
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In a world so
Full of chaos
So out of balance
The scales not only tip
They never stop moving
Long enough to be fair
Even a modicum
Of justice
In the hand or minds
Of bipedal earthlings
That know neither
Justice nor peace
Is really out of the scope
Of their wheelhouse and
Should be scrapped
Altogether all together
In favor of something
More in line with
Our overall evolution
Such as compassion
Guidance and understanding
Love laughter and truth
Lady Justice is not only blind
She is deaf and immobile
And has never been given
A fair shake herself
Up until recently
She was subjugated
To men’s ownership and rule
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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin.
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(Where this should have stopped)
(Nope….apparently it keeps going)
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So bound by historic chains
Even some she’s think
She
Should not be in control
Of her own body and mind
A bizarre case of collective
Stockholm syndrome
Hopefully when she heals
Herself of that dis ease
The world can be balanced
Then nurtured and loved
For there is no justice
In nature
It just is its nature
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I hope some of the above makes sense
After the initial idea popped into my head
The rest flowed from my finger tips
Like a faucet that could not be turned off
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Thanks for reading.
Of society is a razor thin
Veneer of machismo that
Conceals its vulnerability
Propped up by flags & guns
Wealth war & wretchedness
None of which can cradle
The deeply wounded psyche
That SCREAMS you are not
Enough by your divine self
So then imbibes on illusions
To forget its fragile nature
That wants to love & be loved
We watch murder
Every day
“Real” or portrayed
Like it’s no big thing
In disconnected ways
We participate by
Not lifting a finger
To prevent such deaths
Whether it be
Blood for oil or
Ignoring starving millions
But then again …….how
Responsible can we be
After all
It is just a script
A storyline
Performed by actors
In a role
Playing a part that has
Been chosen to play
Whether they
Wanted to or not
Either as an extra or
The main character
In the never ending
Movie within
“The BIG picture”
For there will always be
Infinite chances
For many new auditions
In bit parts or recurring roles
To play heroes or villians
Extras or starring parts
Knowing you can
Alter the script anytime
You want to because
That is how it works
On the “World” stage
Until the “final” curtain call
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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
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– Angelo Devlin
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“All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage”
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– Rush
Looking at the world through a windshield. 