Brainwashed from birth
To somehow think
We are different
From each other
For no reason
Other than ones
We’ve accepted
Such as
Airs of superiority
Or rather errors
Of superiority
Of epidermis pigmentation hierarchy
Of beliefs in invisible deities
Of wealth in varying degrees
Of geographical locations
Of perceptions of royalty
Of gender roles and identities
Fawning at the feet of fame
Placating people in power
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Oh the depravity
To be in the twisted
Cult of humanity
Warning: The following is not for the faint of heart, the easily offended or the metaphorically challenged.
How long does it take
To perform an abortion?
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I’m not sure how long it takes in a clinic, but in an open air setting, on the pavement with a vehicle tire as a headrest. It takes 8 minutes 46 seconds to end the life of a 2,444 week old fetus
Which includes having assistants standing by, making sure the procedure is not interrupted.
Where are those Right to lifers when George Floyd really could have used them?
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Bohemian Blues
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Mama, just killed a man,
Put my knee against his neck,
Applied pressure, now he’s dead
Papa, look what I have done
Been taught to be racist
Since I was one
To add
The two words
No Mask
To the store
Entrance sign
That reads
No Shirt
No Shoes
No Service
So people might realize, then understand, their “rights” are not being violated?
Maybe it’s because masks starts with an M. Which would throw off the whole S sound sequencing.
How about
No Coverings
No Commerce
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Too Newspeak perhaps
“There ain’t a white man in this room that will change places with me — and I’m rich!”
“That’s how good it is to be white.
There’s a one leg busboy in here right now going “I don’t wanna change, I’m going to ride this white thing out, see where it takes me.”
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– Chris Rock
I don’t know
What it’s like
To be a black man
Can’t even imagine
Always a target
For a racist
Just for being black
Very difficult to hack
If the role was reverse
Then it’d be perverse
Is it so trite
To be white
That the jealousy
Forgoes human decency?
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Behind Brown Eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be a black man
Except a black man
Behind brown eyes
Pink/white can’t know what it’s like
To be jaded
To be fated
Living daily lives
As the screams
Become deafening
Many ears begin to bleed
While it is a cute theory
That an armed populace
Can defend itself against
A tyrannical government
Even those nudniks know
That in the back of their mind
If they attack the individuals
Representing the oppressors
They are still fellow humans
(Besides reversing the roles
Would make themselves the
“Enemy” they seek to destroy)
Therefore the catch 22
Likelihood of engaging
Diminishes rapidly and is
Basically reduced to
Useless slogans
Buoying emotions
“Live free or die”
“Don’t tread on me”
“I’ll give up my gun when
They pry it from my cold
Blah, blah blah blah blah”
There it was in black and white
State power murdering a civilian
Not because he was ordered to
But because he could
Where was the armed populace
To defend the civilian then
Poof, nowhere to found
Save, wrapped so well
In its flag blanketed
Second ammendment theory
It can’t see the forest
Through the trees
Be like Jesus Christ
Teach guide inspire heal share love
You’ll die either way
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Be like Muhammad
Modest humble forgiving
You’ll die any way
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Be an Atheist
Free of invisible gods
You’ll die regardless
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Be more like Buddha
Live like you’ll reincarnate
You will die again
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“Be it the Devil or be it him
You can count on just one thing
When the time is up you’ll know
Not just one power runs the show”
– Iron Maiden
“Fates Warning”
“I think therefore I am.”
René Descartes
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I think that I think
But perhaps
I don’t think at all
Maybe, just maybe
I’m programmed
To think that
I think
That would be
A real bummer
Besides it would be
Impossible to prove
Is what I’m thinking
Like thinking
Some people
Don’t think at all
Of course that is
Like a belief
Impossible to prove
As both are in
The confines
Of squishy gray matter
For that matter
As they may be
Thinking more
Than I think I think
Wondering if what
I am thinking
If at all
Or if I just
Write and speak
Again which
Could all be part
Of some useless
Program running
Infected with a
Malignant virus
Causing the software
To question
Its own existence
In realms of
Perceived reality
Like accepting
The color green
As being “green”
It is only that
Because
That is what
We’ve been told
Or read it is
Or at least
That is what
I’m thinking
When you see the new store stickers on the ground with foot prints, reminding you to stay six feet apart and you realize the stickers are only four and a half feet apart.
Wondering if everyone just arbitrarily accepts it as six feet, or puts one foot (12″) in front of the other, to realize that the “required” social distancing is bs.
At least in the convenience store, I noticed them in. Plus, the plexiglass is so obtrusive, neither the clerk or the customer can hear shit, and is basically forced to sidestep it to complete the transaction.
YES, I NEED $ 20.00 ON PUMP # 5. THANK YOU. I SAID I NEED $ 20.00 ON PUMP # 5. THANK YOU. I NEED $ 20.00 ON PUMP # 5. THANK YOU.
Nevermind, I’ll walk. Thank you.
Truth has no source
Let me rephrase that
Truth has no outside source
Truth and its source
Are both inside
Inside of you
With the optics / appearances
Of being hard to find
That couldn’t be
Further from the truth
However one has to clear
Out lots of gobbledygook
Cluttering the cranium
Parental indoctrinations
Religious indoctrinations
Government indoctrinations
Media indoctrinations
Diabolical distractions
As to who you are
And what the truth is / truths are
My perception is that
We are all one
Which on the surface
Makes absolutely no sense
Seeing as how
We are all individuals
Individual sparks of the divine
Lighting up as
One whole divinity
Which is our source
So if you want the truth
Check with your
Inside source
………You
For George Floyd
With apologies to “Simple Minds” The band
And those who don’t understand
“Don’t You (Forget About Me)”
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhh…
Didn’t you, see a video about me?
On the ground by a tire, struggling to breath
I could tell you my troubles and doubts
If you’d get your knee off my neck, let the air out
Life is so strange, so real and dark
Realize the useless things that we focus on
Not changing, will rip us apart
Is there light in your heart, authority
Don’t you forget about me
Don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t you forget about me
Must you kneel above me?
My skin color doesn’t define me
Tears keep falling, tears keep falling
Down, down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name, George Floyd
Tears keep falling, tears keep falling
Down, down, down, down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh…
Why my life, you must end?
From my body, my soul has drained
To serve and protect are your pretenses
More like power and authority
Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone dying, not a rarity
Keep playing your vile part
No time to heal, nowhere to start, for clarity
Don’t you forget about me
Don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t you forget about me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Oh will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on, call my name
Will you call my name?
I say:
La la la…
Looking at the world through a windshield. 