Faith and belief
Are as tantamount
To one word cliches
As luck and coincidence
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Faith is hope
With a
Religious disguise
Outcome determined by
Luck and coincidence
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Belief is an acronym for:
Beings
Eviscerated
Living
In
Eternal
Falsehoods
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Yet it is difficult to prove otherwise
For if you believe in something or
Believe something w/o questioning
It becomes petrified as fact and the
Calcified content replaces what is
Indistinguishable from its origins
Save that it is now rock hard and
The manifestation of what it is
Has nothing to do with its formation
Either passed on from
Generations past or
Printed in infinitely
Vague interpretations
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“You know there is a living God that will talk directly to you – not through the pages of a Bible that forgot to mention dinosaurs.”
Bill Hicks
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What is written in your heart
Supersedes anything that was
Written by men, obviously men
That for a millennia was
Regurgitated orally then
Transcribed variously from
Aramaic, Hebrew and Greek
Then each successive language
Used by those holding the reins of power
A simple tool to manipulate masses
Using fear magic & future threats by
Visible and invisible matchstick men
To heaven
All you have to do
Is get deathly sick
From a branded bug
A virulent strain of Covid
A better gamble
Then lottery ticket odds
Yet, there is no money
To be won or spent
Just a 2 % chance that
If you don’t “survive”
To build immunities
Against it, then you get
To meet God in heaven
Amongst the clouds
Harps and cherubs
Which must not be
All it’s cracked up to be
As everyone is
Doing everything
Not to get a ticket
Hmmmm
Perhaps then
Since no one
Wants to go to
The “real” heaven
We could all make
A concerted effort
To make what
We have here now
More of a heaven
On earth so to speak
“Ooh heaven is a place on earth
They say in heaven love comes first
We’ll make heaven a place on earth
Ooh heaven is a place on earth”
– Belinda Carlisle
Treat each other as
We might treat Yahweh God Allah
You know……..
With reverence and respect
One, disguised as the
Person that was “walled” off
The person with
“Different” colored skin
(My guess is, it will not be pink)
One that “speaks” funny
(My guess is, it will not be “English”)
A language of love
Compassion and understanding
While contemplating
“What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His (or Her) way home?
If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
You would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in
Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets? And…”
“One Of Us”
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– Joan Osborne
And no skin
Are what my
Fingers feel like
With all this
Gloving
Soaping
Scrubbing
Rinsing
Wiping
Drying
Sanitizing
Face
Avoiding
Conscious of
What I’m
Holding
.
Wondering
About the past
Who or what
Touched
It last
.
Curious when
This is all
“Said” and
Done
If I will be
Anything more
Than a
Skeleton
Would be a really good time
To test a fleet of those
“Self” – driving trucks
At least if they fail or
Significantly error
There won’t be much
To run into except
Other self driving
Human less trucks
Carrying only freight
Without any Covid-19
Who or what
Will open the doors
After breaking the seal
And back them in
Where are the
Self driving forklifts
The robots to
Restack the boxes
That fell off the pallet
In route or en route
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Just a suggestion
Whatever this is
That WE are going through
No one “should” come out
Unscathed
Myself included
If WE don’t all get our
Metaphorical ass kicked
And our symbolic
Head handed to US
Only to return to doing
What we were doing before
Then it will have
All been
For naught
Save some endless
Conspiracy primer
For the busy and bored
Me would like to think
It initiates a
Paradigm shift
To an understanding
That there are
No borders
On this sphere
A realization igniter
To prove
We are all one
That we need to do
All we can
To save ourselves
By saving each other
Brought on by a bug
So small
Yet so significant
It affects and can infect
Anyone, regardless of
Race, religion, genders, age
Country or continent
Social status or
Money in the bank
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“Human Touch”
– Rick Springfield
Everybody’s talking to computers,
They’re all dancing to a drum machine
I know I’m living on the outside
Scared of getting caught between
I’m so cool and calculated
Alone in a modern world-uh huh
//
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need it, and I need it too
You know, I got my walls,
Sally calls them prison cells
Sometimes I need protection,
I’ve got the chains
I got the warning bells
I sit so snug and isolated, alone in the modern world-uh huh
//
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
I’m so scared and isolated
In the modern world
We all need
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need the human touch
I need it the human touch
We all need it and I need it too
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
Human touch
A splattershot extended rant
However, egotistically a good one
(Depending on taste and discernment)
.
For months perhaps years
Everyone has heard the
Team Trump automatons
Scream, rant, cry, fb post, including
Mashed up meme’s of malignant
Misinformation musings, blog or
Dispense high minded opinions
Around the water cooler at work
The evil “evil’s” of socialism
Mostly Bernie Sanders socialism
Plus throwing AOC under the bus
How it is wrong, so very wrong
That the government provide
Any kind of assistance
To anyone or anything
For any reason whatsoever
(I guess if peace broke out, we’d have to
Subsidize the military industrial complex)
Now singing the praises
Of Trump socialism
Doling out checks to Americans
Like a pedophile giving candy
To an unsuspecting victim
Luring the masses
Under false pretenses
That these infected circumstances
Make it okay, as long as
Golden petulant boy 45 does it
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Remember:
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“I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose voters,”
– 45
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So glad, I never drank the Kool-Aid
In exchange for Morpheus’s red pill
Strange to hear how wonderful
The “Donald” is for bribing the public
With pennies from –heaven– hell
When ten minutes or so ago
He regurgitated that “America
Will never be a socialist country”
Ooopsie ?!?!
Let me scratch that with my marker
Where are the bootstrapper
Picker uppers now, huh?
“We don’t have people like that in this country; everybody’s at the mall, scratching his ass, picking his nose, taking his credit card out of his fanny pack and buying a pair of sneakers with lights in them!”
– George Carlin
(Planning on using “their” money
Literally “their” money on more
“Armageddon” shopping purchases
Poop paper and pistol projectiles)
Who knew government dependency
Would ride in on a bat soup fed
Trojan horse with a beer branded bug?
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First, 43 bailed out the airline industry
Next, 44 bailed out the auto industry
Now 45 is planning on doing both
Guess he doesn’t want to be outdone
Too “big to fail”, my happy ass.
I say F’m, they each had their chance
Flying or driving is neither a right
Nor a privilege foisted on the public
As something they “have” to have
You always hear small businesses
Are the backbone of the economy
Well apparently this is a big FU
To that breaking spinal column
I’m no economist however there is
No way in any rudimentary math
That in most vehicles over $ 50k
With labor material distribution
And a reasonable margin of profit
Can possibly be more than $ 30k
Automatically assembled by robots
Just guessing as I have no clue
As for the airline industry
Flying used to be fun, at least interesting
Now it is just a cattle call round up
Cramming as many bodies into an
Aluminum tube with wings and tires
As inefficiently as possible
Front to back, checking people’s
Politeness and patience
Excuse me, pardon me, ouch, sorry
A ruse in distraction and delay
While luggage is loaded
Which has found a clever way to
Have its own fare paid ticket too
Tapping into additional funds
For being “overweight”, none of
Which affect the safety of the plane
In a world moving so fast that you
Can have stuff delivered yesterday
Maybe slowing down for a train ride
Would soothe the shambled soul
Again, let those industries fail
If necessity is the mother of invention
Clever earthlings, albeit greedy ones
Will come up with alternatives
No one bailed out the
Horse and buggy industry, did they.
No, and aren’t we thankful for that
As for the “anti” socialism crowd
I thought that was to be just a few
Nope, they are going full steam ahead
Into full victim mode as they accept
Their leader has been affected and
Alleged billionaire needs assistance too
‘I’m hurting too’: Donald Trump complains coronavirus is damaging his family business and won’t rule out seeking taxpayers’ cash for his company after Mar-a-Lago closed and his golf courses shuttered
– dailymail.co.uk
So why not themselves.
Strange.
Holy WTF?
Genuine Bonafide Hypocrites
We are in a bed
Of our own making
Now, we are laying in it
Or is that, lying in it?
Either way it is time
To remove the frame
Box spring, mattress
Head board, comfy sheets
Soft pillows, cozy comforter
Wake up and learn
To stand on our head
Because while we
Were asleep
The whole world
Turned upside down
No, not the :
“If the glove don’t fit
You must acquit” BS
.
Rather the latex ones
Where one size
Fits all (sort of)
The latest fashion
In “distancing” from
A beer branded bug
Trending with clerks
Handling filthy money
(Not as in “evil”
Rather, literally filthy)
Or picking up the soda
To “scan” the barcode
Grabbing loose change
From a register
Teeming with bacteria
Like a petri dish of
Commingling cultures
From so many
Ungloved hands
That touched the
Gas pump nozzles
After the key pads
Squeegee handle
Door handle
Cooler handle
Cash or plastic
Key pad for pin #’s
Or plastic pen
I could go on but
You get the picture
Have those gloves
Protected anything
Save one’s
Sanity
Of an illusionary
Barrier
That will save a life
One can only
Hope
Which is as effective
As thoughts and prayers
No one else contracts
The “Virus”
You can’t kill me
Only I can kill me
And even I
Can’t kill me
I am endless
Beginnings
Beginning
Again
And again
Until the
Endless end
Life is already
Everlasting
Birth and death
Are merely
Phases
Makes one
Wonder
Why we have
Clocks or a
Calendar
If the only thing you buy
At the store
Is toilet paper
Unless you are going
To eat it
For the fibre
Relax
You won’t need it
Looking at the world through a windshield. 