(There’s arrogance for you)
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Everything’s perfect
To alter it would be to
Make it more perfect
America is like a child
Walking down a toy aisle
With a broke parent
Suggesting the most
Compelling toys
Can be theirs
If they just follow him
Down the aisle
You can have a wall toy
To play with and keep
Out imaginary enemies
A tax break etch a sketch
So you can turn it
Upside down erasing
What was created
Using left and right knobs
Or malignant monopoly
Where everyone runs
Around an endless loop
Paying banks or the tax man
Wherever the random
Roll of the dice lands them
Either in wealth or jail
Only to get to the
End of the aisle
With nothing to see
In the empty cart
Some children hoping
That if they go down
Another aisle for
Four more years
There’ll be more
Great toys to play with
Say maybe operation
Without batteries so
You can win regardless
How much damage
Is done to the patient
Either way, by time you
Reach the end of the long aisle
There won’t be a cart left
To put any toys in anyway
Paranoia brews dark
In perceived isolation
Steeped long in hot fear
Gathering gloom from
Last pages of old book
Every time is an end time
Except when it is not by
Moving the goal post
Adapting metaphors to
Present day problems
As concrete concoctions
Are literally impossible
Plus weren’t even transcribed
In the language used today
So is it quite possible
The truth was lost in
The translation to a
Language that didn’t even
Exist until about 600 BCE
What if a person had to learn
Aramaic Greek and Hebrew
To actually “know” the “truth”
Would they try to learn them
Or is it much easier to accept
The language that they
Perceive to understand
Some written revelation
That is so widely open to
Vague interpretation
Close enough to entice by
Myths innuendo and God
Distance never to be closed
It can be used today or
A century ago and still
Be seen as relevant
In time at the time
Specifics be dammed
“But these lunatics always go
“Well, ’cause it says in the Bible…”
Ok, stop, hang on.
I’m glad you like a book. I really am. At this point I’m glad that anybody’s reading anything. And I’m not even putting down the Bible.
Give it a read. The Bible is terrific! It’s got monsters and adventures, and, hey, if you like torture porn, check out the Old Testament! Oh man! Any Saw fans out there? Wooo! Get the Old Testament!”
– Patton Oswalt
It has come to my attention that a few of my fb friends (let’s call them at best, acquaintances), besides blasting their malignant methane memes.(farting out someone else’s opinion) Usually found on right-wing, conspiracy central, pro-45 websites.
They have moved on to the equivalent of parading around carrying a sandwich board sign, that states the “END IS NEAR…. REPENT”
Allegedly grown adults, happily married, with full time jobs, who as you have interacted with them, seem relatively reasonable.
Have taken over a digital street corner, shouting to anyone who is willing to listen. The dangers of not modifying one’s behavior to adapt to written words in an oversold book.
One that has been translated, modified, reduced, rewritten, revised, and for what?
Want to know when the world ends?
When the sun explodes……..
Until then have a good time.
“Take care of yourself and take care of somebody else.”
– George Carlin
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Besides…
“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.”
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– Bill Hicks
There are no “right” reasons
Only selfish ones as there
Are no reasons whatsoever
Only perceptions that serve
The only moment at the time
For the next moment may
Render the right as wrong
Depending on one’s viewing
From the next moment on
Feeding the cliche that
Everything happens for
A reason
It doesn’t
We are living in a
Chaotic as #$@& universe
There is no reason for it
It just is
Beautiful or ugly
Creative or destructive
Empty or full
Hint (it is more empty)
But because we use words
Instead of our best instincts
External information
Over internal knowing
Aka our head over our heart
Which alone would give reason
To trust ourselves instead of
Government and religion
Mass media and advertisements
Dysfunctional laws and parents
None of which are shining
Examples of healthy behavior
Following the do what I say
Or at least cleverly innuendo
And not what I do mantra
Which are done for all
Of the wrong reasons
Always start anew
From this moment to the next
It is all you have
When is a hoax
Not a hoax?
When it is not
A hoax
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A hoax would require
Willing participants
To knowingly engage
In acts of subterfuge
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Victims are manifesting
Their own victim hood
As a means of justifying
Their own ignorance
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The only hoax that
Has been perpetrated
On the people is that
45 is a leader
When you have
Nothing to say
Say nothing
Words can seduce you
Words can reduce you
Words can lift you
Words can shift you
Words are there to remind
Words best used to be kind
The boundlessness of words
And their meanings fascinate
The very idea of of using
A combination of oval
Curved flat and straight lines
On screens or paper
To transfer thoughts from
Assumably one’s brain
Into a form of communication
Is miraculous and proof of God
Not categorized words in a book
Written removed and revised
Rather words in and of themselves
Always existing only changing
Shape form and definitions
Oral written expessed infinitely
Strange source to prove my theory
John 1:1
In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
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Which still makes God by definition
Infinitely open to interpretation
One that casts the most doubt
Is an old white man on a cloud
Which is a really strange perspective
As even that is hardly seductive
Still it’s what people want to believe
For me it’s words that give relief
Humility is understanding
One is a replaceable cog
Rotating a replaceable pinion
On a replaceable gear
Turning a replaceable wheel
Inside a replaceable housing
In a replaceable machine
In the house
Nobody lived at
Merely those
That functioned
In their roles
Mom dad
Brother sister
Occasional dog
All but one that
Mysteriously
Disappeared
Built fresh in a
New neighborhood
Not quite gated
Rather….. pompous
Friends scarce
Nowhere to be found
Stay home
Build character
Clean fold dust
Make beds
Vacuum rake
No……..
Not the leaves
The shag carpet
And for God’s sake
Put things back
Where they belong
Whatever you do
Keep occupied
“Busy” doing stuff
Eat everything on
Your plate even if
You are full or
Don’t even like it
Should I go on or
Save the rest for
My autobiography
As this came about
From the contemplation
If I could “live” there now
Would I ………….hmmmm
Although it is built and
Designed very well
It is only a house
Not a home….like
Where I live now
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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 