A convoluted notion
That a “career” politician
Is supposed to have
Accomplished anything
No one has
Including me or you
Speaking for myself
At my job / career
In thirty five years
Of driving, I’ve driven
Around Two Million
Miles almost entirely
Incident / accident free
That’s hardly an accomplishment
When it is what is expected
Shuffling scheisse back and forth
Across the interstate…does what?
(Though each time I try to do it
Safer, more courteous and kinder)
What can anybody accomplish
That will not need to be
Re-accomplished by others
This is when you realize
There is nothing to accomplish
Save spiritual enlightenment
And that is not going to happen
Not as a human being it’s not
Not while the spirit
Is in the machine
So arguing that “Joe”
Hasn’t accomplished
Anything in 47 years
He should just agree he hasn’t
Except adapt grow and evolve
Into a better person kinder more
Evolved, inclusive, that serves
(By the way, that is all we are here for)
(I don’t know if he has, it appears so)
No offense, but let’s say
Doctors do not accomplish anything
Except try to heal the sick and wounded
In lifelong careers of always “practicing”
Not one doctor has ever caused
Anyone to achieve immortality
So what did 45 do in 47 years
Except fail at every venture
Casinos….I don’t know about you
I have always left with less
Money than I put in
What is left behind goes to
The “State” then the “owners”
What happened there?
Did the State take too much
(He “should”…….sue them)
Schools, steaks, wine, marriages
And don’t kid yourself
He failed at real estate too
Otherwise he would not be in hock
To “foreign” banks and other “entities”
45 is excelling at the Presidential
Liar leader board 22,000 thus far
Speaking of “leader boards”
Isn’t he knows for cheating at golf
Of which he promised not to play
While pretending to be president
As long as I’m presenting useless
Information to sort out what are some
Weak arguments over accomplishments
That is if you’ve read this far
Darts
A game many people play
Some of which are professionals
The goal is to get as
Many points as possible
Playing from 301 to Zero
Usually by hitting the “bullseye”
Even the players who have played
For 47 years are shy of their mark
So if a professional dart player
After 47 years of playing
Doesn’t win every time
Should they just not play
After all that time
They have accomplished nothing
Especially when someone comes along who has never played darts, tells everybody he is the best dart player. Doesn’t even aim for the bullseye , convinces his supporters the board is rigged. That he hit the board and that is what counts. Blah blah blah, you get the idea.
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Of doubt
Have been planted
In that fertile ground
Betwixt your ears
Of who should actually
Be the president
But not enough to
Burgeon a concept
Inspire revolutions
Invoking radical change
That any “system”
Of government that
Does not collectively
Feed and shelter every
Last earthly inhabitant
Making sure all have
Clean drinking water
Working sewage systems
Without living in fear
Of starvation and war
Then the growth
From the seeds
Will just be as
Unwanted weeds
Inundating the
Decaying brain
That knows neither
Rest or peace
Keep hearing from people
Who like to hear their voice
They can’t wait until
The election is over
So they can quit
Wearing these
Stupid masks
Do they know something
I don’t?
Me:
Who adheres to the rule
“If you have nothing to say….say nothing”
Wonders silently
WTF are they yapping about?
Must they think
Regardless of
Or in regards to
An alleged election of
Two possible outcomes
This whole “mask thingy”
Is going awayyyyy?
Other countries have
Nipped this in the bud
Our alleged leadership
Just confessed it gave up
Quite a while ago
At least from the cheap seats
Coworkers are becoming
Temporary un-persons
Vaporized by a virus
Disappearing at random
Only to surface two weeks later
With tales of woe or wonder
Bestowed upon us by God
Are logic, reason, and love
Not necessarily in that order
And just to be clear
I do not subscribe to the
Notion that God is an old
White guy grandfatherly
Santa Clause type of entity
Who likes to pit his leftover
Creations against each other
(After he drowned the first batch)
Because they’ve read different books
Usually in ritualistic bloodbaths
Over ideologies oil and power
As a male dominator God while
Sitting on a cloud in the sky
Who watches everything we do
Say, think and is looking out for us
Because that is not reasonable
Logical and is devoid of love
As it defies three of the three gifts
Love, logic, and reason God gave us
Rather a divine force throughout
The infinite multiverse we occupy
On a sphere with gravity and oxygen
Trees, rocks, water, birth and decay
That allows us to make order
Out of chaos discovering a usable
System of math and science
Tools, leverage, kinetic energy
Cultivating the earth’s resources
To feed and house most inhabitants
Which we could make happen for all
If we could extricate ourselves
From detrimental mindsets of
Haves, have-nots, greed, war
In & unintentional overpopulation
Waste and blind consumption
Destroying our three gifts
Love, reason and logic
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
The deaf can hear
The mute can say
That Donald does not
Want to be President
Again
Nor did he want
To be the first time
Still
The celebrity consumed
Want him to be
To satiate some twisted
Collective Freudian
Daddy need issues
On a dark deserted
Ignorant Island
Lord of the flies
Sort of way
Every action is either
Self-serving Deceptive
Or both
Nothing even remotely
Representing leadership
Even after numerous failed
Marriages
Businesses
Schools
Casinos
Promises
– release taxes (nope)
– Mexico pay for wall (nope)
– better health care plan (none)
– not to golf (283 times so far)
– reduce national debt / Up 5T (Trillion)
Tallied over 22,000 false or misleading claims
And yet, these leader less lemmings
Want to keep handing him the conch
Because they can not see
The forest through the trees
Of “A better place” is
Manifested by
The allusion of
Comfort words
Soothing psyches
From the pain of
Soul departures
Though no one
Has a clue or proof
While still maintaining
The illusion
Where this should have stopped
A better place
May be no where
Or an adjacent dimension
Or light years away
Either way no proof exists
If such a tangible
Place existed it would
Be like a cemetery
Everyone would be
Dying to get there
Same must apply
To a worse place
In a different direction
Though one does not
Hear of it as often
Must just be used
For comparison
As if behaviors
Or deeds were
Tickets for either
Or just something
We simply made up
To perpetuate
The illusion
Of some vague
Purpose to keep
Us occupied
While we are here
Of something
Nobody knows
But plenty
Will tell you by
Regurgitating
What is written
Including all of the
Hocus-pocus
That entails
“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Mars
Not forever
Just for now
The supposed
Best technology
To get us to Mars
Is nine months
The gestation time
It takes for a Human birth
A round trip
Made with efficient
Planetary alignments
Is about 21 months
Hmmmmmmmmm
People can’t leave their house for more than a week, without getting home sick. Let alone being put into some kind of impossible untested cryogenic state of hibernation, to travel to a desolate frozen barren wasteland, and for what? To make it like Mt. Everest, go there because it is there.
As Joe Rogan put it, The Lucky Charm’s Leprechaun is not waiting at the top to give away gold. It is just hard. Not to mention to get there, climbers climb over dead bodies, too frozen to be removed to be given proper burials.
How does anyone think that going to Mars is going to be any different? Except they will be flying past dead frozen bodies, less of an emotional connection I guess.
Like dodging satellites and asteroids. As long as we are playing with this fantasy and we (as in human beings) can safely get there.
First thing I’d want to do is
Hmmmm, oh yeah!
Take a #ucking shower.
Gonna need some water
…..shit.
No water, till it is unthawed.
In other words, all that equipment is going to have to be sent and set up first….
Without….you know….people.
Shit.
That’s another thing, toilet paper.
We now know how long we can go without that.
Going to Mars is like planning how to spend
The lottery jackpot
You are not going to win
A futile thought experiment
With all the substance of
Having a wish in one hand
And smelly feces in the other
Putting them both together to
Realize what you really have
Is some dopey unobtainable
Myth keeping people alive
As some sort of stick and carrot
Enticement of cosmic distraction
When instead we could use that 21 months
To get our house (planet)(selves) in order
In such a way that alien life would come here
To learn from our example and be inspired
To show us the technology to get us there
You know all 8b of the bipedal earthlings
Spawned from Gaia consciousness
Serving each other like they all mattered
In ways that are respectful and kind
The power of projections
Are unfortunately usually
Much more powerful than
Anything tangibly concrete
Especially when it comes
To the human imagination
And its deep fear proclivity
Murderous hornets being
The latest euphemism known
Formerly as the killer bees
(Where are they now)
Likewise benign words
Such as socialism
(Um, Jesus was a socialist)
In the right context
Can frighten the most
Simple of trained minds
As long as some version of
Authority or other entities
Manipulate with agendas
Seeking money power or both
Can project danger at will
On unsuspecting
Silver screen minds
That someone tell me
How not to come off
So authoritatively
When I know
Absolutely nothing
As I’m never trying
To be “right”
Merely understood
With perspectives
That may never have
Been considered before
Or at least not
In this moment
Thanks for your
Feedback I am
Humbly your servant
“I take fool responsibility
It’s not my fault.”
– 45
Regarding the Coronavirus
At the last useless not so
Presidential debate
Looking at the world through a windshield. 