Humanity seems to like
Its truth veiled and its
BS revealed
.
Peekaboo takes the blame
Established as exciting
By “authority” figures
That that behavior is
Permanent in our programming
Never tiring of the
Pseudo revelation
Playing the game
Over and over
For the sake of
Playing the game
Over and over
Revealing stuff
We know exists
Instead of evolving
From what we understand
.
Look around folks
The “rules” aren’t working
Except for the “rulers”
Over the “ruled”
Ruling out their significance
Save being useful pawns
In a game of greed
Consuming to the death
Primary moves
Made by distraction
Focusing on differences
Instead of similarities
Finding it is us
With our hands
Over our own eyes
Leaving the game makers
To do as wished
.
Why else would and do
The masses accept results
From “closed door” “hearings”
Putting themselves in a
Position of accepting
Choreographed information
Instead of full disclosure
All ways all the time ?
.
It is a mystery to me
Therefore will keep trying
To lift the veil
While
.
“The foot bone’s connected to
The leg bone.
The leg bone’s connected to
The knee bone.
The knee bone’s connected to
The thigh bone.
// And the //
The thigh bone’s connected to
The hip bone.
The hip bone’s connected to
The back bone.
The back bone’s connected to
The neck bone.”
Plus
.
“The drinkin’ bone’s
connected to the party bone
The party bone’s
connected to the staying out all night long
//
And the lonely bone’s
connected to the…
Drinkin’ bone’s connected to the party bone”
– Tracy Bird
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It doesn’t mean
The immorality bone
Is connected to
The economic bone
The sycophant bone
Is connected to
The ego bone
The defender bone
Is connected to
The ignorance bone
Save some
Abstract notion
Of compunction
That if they too
Occupied an oval office
Their behavior
Would be similar
Which seems very
Disconnected
The parameters of reality
Within cranial confines
Gives our puny collective ego
The audacity to think
It is mapping out the cosmos
With more powerful telescopes
“Deep space” (yeah, right) probes
(In terms of an infinite expanse
We haven’t gotten off the porch)
Collecting and id’ing samples
Disseminating information
For the sake of information
Impossible to know
Given that any given language
Is completely made up
Adapted from each and all
Expanding and contracting
Based on use by who’s using it
Interpretations and translations
Quantify our perceptions as such
That we may relate and communicate
To the best of our ability
Even though what we know
Or what we think we know
Is impossible to “know”
Primarily lost in the sauce
Accepting what suits ego
Satiating understanding
Stopping there
Because it is easy to do
Instead of asking more
Questioning questions
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“Eternal blackness beyond the stars
We think our wisdom will get that far
At the master’s table the table’s bare
No land of plenty, devastation, despair.”
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
As per usual, days late and no money to be had.
(A day late and a dollar short)
.
The troops… You got to support the troops, right? ……..Wrong again.
You keep trying but… I’m not saying “Don’t support the troops”, I’m saying I support people on a individual basis.
I gotta meet the troop first. If I meet the troop, he’s a cool troop, we drink, and he doesn’t turn into a d****… “Yeah, support him.” I’ll support him no matter what he does.
.
//
But some troops are d******. Some troops are… You know them… Some are #ucking assholes. I was down in Killeen, Texas, by Fort Hood.
There was a troop down there in a bar. And he wanted to hammer my head flat. Cause I accidentally dumped over his piss warm draft beer. And he was #ucking… You know how they get the #ucking forearms, swinging forward… A #ucking monkey redneck. #ucking
“Oh, you wanna kick my ass?!”
– Doug Stanhope
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Regardless the reason
It is strange to honor
People who kill people
And then not expect
To have more and more
People who kill people
Armistice day originally
Celebrated the end of
World War 1 in 1918
Altered in 1954
To Veterans day
Guess Madison Ave
Thought it would
Be a tacky way to sell
Cars and appliances etc
(Which is more, its intended purpose)
On a day remembering peace
And had we evolved properly
Would have produced
No more Veterans
Of any more wars
(Where’s the money in that?)
.
“You know what gives me the creeps about the Vietnam vets, they have this obsession with wearing the hat.
They have to let you know they’re a Vietnam vet. They all wear the baseball hat with the gold leafs and the platoon and the year. “Dang Wang, ’68 to ’70, Vietnam vet.”
Why the fuck would you wear that hat? Did you forget how brutally fucked over by your own government you got on that deal? And you wear a hat celebrating it?
Nixon, in his own words in the Nixon tapes, talks openly and casually about delaying the withdrawal of troops just so he can win reelection.
“Fuck ’em if thousands more die. I need this gig again.” And then, you’re wearing a hat.
They fucked you over and then sold you merch after the gig.
How bad do you need someone to buy you a Pabst Blue Ribbon down at the VFW?
That’s like a rape victim walking around in a pink trucker cap that says, “Molested, step-brother, ’82 to ’86.” “Hey, girls, where’s all the fun at?”
– Doug Stanhope
Ever get the impression
We are failing as
Human beings
Caught up in
An endless moment
Of consume
Distract and repeat
Consume
Distract and repeat
Satiating insanity
With no room left
For heart or soul
Only connected to
Disconnected connections
Overdosing on want
Plastic intervention
Rehab online
This must not be
Why we are here
Even as an aside
It becomes our
Distracted focus
‘Stead of being
Our intended being
“Being”
c : conscious existence
– m-w.com
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From
“Presto” – Rush
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If I could wave my magic wand…
I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain
The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you’re doing tonight
If I could wave my magic wand
I’d make everything all right
//
I’m not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second sight
I’m not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light
Don’t ask me
I’m just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Can’t you see
My temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light
Playing a mind role
That doesn’t match our heart script
Time for a rewrite
A microscopic voice
With nothing to say
Whispering platitudes
No one wants to hear
Sustaining psuedo sanity
Closing Pandora’s box
Beating horse skeletons
.
One whom can not seem to
Articulate his way out
From underneath a
Wet paper towel
To save himself
Or humanity
No ego there
(Yeah, right)
From such a
Pip-Squeak
Are coursing / coarsen
Through our veins
Like heroin
To a heroin addict
Addicted to dichotomies
That black is white
Up is down
Right is wong
“War is peace
Ignorance is strength
Freedom is slavery”
– George Orwell
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Why else would society
Accept the notion that
No one is above the law
Till “their” guy “breaks”
The law
Where as in any humble
Projection of the past
There is no way
As the sun will be here today
That the last
Oval office occupier
Would have gotten away
With a fraction of
The treasonously immoral
Impeachable offenses
.
I once heard of morality
Only to discover
It was herd morality
Pushed by an economy
The hamster wheel economy
As long as everyone is running
No one serms to notice
The cage is getting smaller
The screens are getting bigger
Sadistically satiating
‘Their ego empire
The ethnic rich
Their cruelty of class
Imitation opulence
Crumbs to look like
Cake to the masses
Cake to the masses”
.
– John Trudell
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“The people will not revolt. They will not look up from their screens long enough to notice what is happening.”
– George Orwell “1984”
Of our collective projection
Beamed onto a
Two dimensional humanoid
Who has no depth
Only columns and ledgers
Seen in black and white
Against a shadowy background
The only other color is red
Blood dripping / gushing
From greedy hands
Dried while lining pockets
At least 41 and 43
Had the audacity to
Conceal their crimes
Under the guise of wars
With most of the “media”
In lockstep with the deception
Now each outlet’s only goal
Is distraction
As it is all fake news
Nary a broadcast
Is intended
To elevate consciousness
Information is for
Information’s sake
Is not news it is
Merely gobbledygook
To keep you suspicious
Of your neighbor
Coworkers
Ideologies
Races
Facts etc.
Latching onto words
With duplicitous meanings
Holding on to the half
That serves one’s own purpose
If it satiates the ego
To believe “one” is right
Or one they wish
To align themselves with
Because the faith
In their internal compass
Has been left in
A sad state
Remove the hat
Remove the celebrity
Remove the money
Remove the bravado
Remove the ostentatiousness
Maintain the obstruction
Maintain the emoluments
Maintain the quid pro quo
Maintain the assults
Maintain the collusion
What would remain
Would be one very guilty
Individual one
That under the rule of law
Where no one is above the law
You would simply find
Someone that society
Needs to remove
Looking at the world through a windshield. 