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a lamentation for innocence


Lament

Lament (Photo credit: miss mass)

 

 

a lamentation for innocence

when i was a child
i believed

i believed in God
in the Flag
in Freedom

i spake as a child
and acted accordingly

but gradually
the scales fell from my eyes
(O that they were still there and i had my innocence)
the scales fell from my eyes
and i saw through all the lies

and now
no longer believing the fairy tales of my youth
no longer believing in anything
i speak as a Man

where only those that still believe
the lies that they are fed
can find succor

and i lament

 

End Game


English: Dying offspring - Painting by Joakim ...

English: Dying offspring – Painting by Joakim Wiborn 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

End Game

prepare the way of the Lord
the Lord Fucked
and his Offspring

look Around

World
dying
dying

and what are We?
so dependent
like Parasites

but what of the Host
We eat of
where is Her Body?

how do we Sustain?

the Mother’s breasts are dry

We
shall go Hungry

Woe

 

novus ordo veritas


 

 

Diagram of Unicast Streaming

Diagram of Unicast Streaming (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

novus ordo see #chloroform fantasies
streaming
streaming
streaming

from every orifice and TV scream
ice cream lullabies
you scream
or at Least
YOU SHOULD

i read the news, Today, Oh Boy!
entertaining and irrelevant
what we need
just what we need
#INFO Narcotics and Games to play

as they test new nerve agents in secret #DOD labradors
retrieving results for #Gumbytron knows what reason

meanwhile there are Veterans
sleeping under the Bridge
getting roused almost Daily by
the local #Constabulary

overpaid suits compute Key Performance Indicators
while our #HoneyBees have decided to leave this back alley planet
BEHIND

and You
and I
watched it happen

 

On Someday, ye shall surely Die.


View over part of the Thy Nationalpark (Denmar...

View over part of the Thy Nationalpark (Denmark) at Hanstholm vildtreservat and Tved klitplantage. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

i will touch you
with these Words
like the mark of some beast
on Thy Forehead
and ye will surely Die!

well you were gonna die anyways
unless of course
yer into one of them Space Cult Religions
but trust Me

these Words
One day ye will surely Die

it was these words that do it to some
WORDS
(translate)
BELIEF

and if the Blind lead the Sheep

come to grips with this Thing
Thy Spirit came here not to tarry

and do 400 pushups a day
if you think that will save you

you will
Decay

and with these Words
realize
ye shall surely Die

OK, so let’s move on…
in the meantime
YOU have an Indwelling Spirit

maybe it came here to do 400 pushups a day
in a Human Body

or

MAYBE
it came here to investigate
in its Negation of Abnegation
(or maybe just its Playful Spirit)

what is it exactly?
I mean the Human Experience
at the End of Every Edge of Reason

CROSSROADS

why does the Dust
that your Spirit has collected
Walk the Earth?

When the Sun Comes to December


Lanzarote windmill

Lanzarote windmill (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

 

Spring, mine
has come Late Summer
Rays lengthening like luminous lashes
on a photoshopped Supermodel

and stars
I mean I see them everywhere
they shine even
by Day

were I a Beginner
it would almost seem wonderful
in brief flashes
between dry Heaves

recurrences begin
to replace
Occurrences and I feel like walking out
on this Movie
Sometimes

really I do
but Mother Universe
keeps inventing

compelling characters
you know, the kind that make you wanna stick around
and see when and how their story ends
if You don’t exit before them

and then controversies
Buddha said “withdraw”
It is Illusion, Maya

but so damn compelling
and you don’t get much press
tilting at Windmills these Days

some battles you win, some you lose
but you know, you stop keeping score after a while
and look out the Observation Deck

and begin to enjoy the Scenery,
its fleeting quality
the evanescence of new and varied Stimuli
that keep you from finally pulling that Trigger

and give you the Patience to wait for
when the Sun comes to December

 

Oh but it is


Residence of P.T. Barnum, by David W. Wilson

Residence of P.T. Barnum, by David W. Wilson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

if it were that easy —
Oh but it is

do you need a set of instructions?

If you think TV is there to inform you
<wrong answer>
Correct Answer: TV is there to distract you
and divert you from the Truth

you trust a talking head
but argue “issues”
with those you shared a classroom with
and maybe even your Mom
but the Tube said it were so
(depending on what flavor you’re addicted to)
so it must be True

Fuck experience!
your senses may lie to you
(especially if you took as much acid as I did in ’94)
but the TV never ever never ever lies
It’s rods and cones, they comfort me
and leadeth me by still waters purified by Calgon

P.T. Barnum was an optimist
a sucker ain’t born every minute
a sucker is born with every click of the remote

Distraction
Diversion
Deception
Misdirection

if that’s yer bag, dude, who am I to call you on it?
i mean an Ostrich might find treasure sticking its head in the Sand

but you know me,
well perhaps not,
I don’t buy from Infomercials
the costs of living with myself are far too high

and I’d rather believe the Rumors I make up
than any spread on a Useless Tube

 

fluff


(fluff)friends

(fluff)friends (Photo credit: secondyip)

Fluff

<fluff>
is it <fluff> that you desire?
<fluff> that will help you ignore?
forget?

i’m sorry
turn off my Non Sense then
if thou willt
i do not talk in
and if my words aren’t minced
to your particular narcissistic brand of satisfaction

you know what?
i’m prepared to live with that
prepared to live
without <fluff>

RISE!


Image from the Book of Kells, a 1200 year old ...

Image from the Book of Kells, a 1200 year old book. Category:Illuminated manuscript images (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

RISE!

your chains
have been forged in complacency and distraction

don’t believe
what comes of the Tube
packaged by your friendly “neighborhood” multinational

you’re better off reading the Bible
and thumping it soundly
than feeding off the pap of TV

but there are many Voices,
many speaking of the Times,

and it may cause you discomfort
it may challenge your beliefs

but YOU will AWAKEN from the Dream —
more a Nightmare of self-Destruction
and Realize

what beliefs You decide to hold
should mold your Future

and not some pre-packaged, vaccinated, fluoridated, validated
presupposition of Existence

YOU are organisms
and subject to the Rhythms of this Sphere, Earth
and your Instinct, Spirit knows

this is a Grand Con

 

come look fer yerself…


English: The Battle of Stalingrad (1942-1943)

English: The Battle of Stalingrad (1942-1943) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Charon?
can ya carry me ‘cross
this here Dry Creek?

I got no feet
nor hands nor sphincter
I’m just a bloody
Shady Specter

tired of livin’
a Fool’s Folly
reachin’ into crania of spiders
but very few single GD human noggins
by Golly
I think I’ll make ME

a SPAM sammich
SPAM, well WIKI it if you must
Battle(Siege) of Stalingrad, etc.

’em pigs we slaughtered
fought off the Aryan Horde
at least out East …

out here in the Nether Regions
well
come have a look fer yerself…

 

i won’t be


The worship of Mammon

The worship of Mammon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

i won’t be your superman
and i’ve got no master plan
i’m just doing all i can
to stay atop these shifting sands

 

eating fire from streaming screens
buried in minutia
at once
burn my insides
with the Beauty of a dying ember

 

i won’t hock my soul for Mammon
when i look around me, examine
War, Pestilence, Death & Famine
all Religion controls by damning

 

eating Fire from the Belly of the Beast
buried in the Afterglow
at once
a salty pillar
melting in the coming Rising Tide

 

i won’t sit and wait for Heaven
and i don’t need to be forgiven
a madman with no purpose driven
taking only what i’ve been given

 

eating fire from the fruits of Error
my burial plot thickens
at once
back to Mother Gaia
eating every last Unspoken Word

 

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