momentary
the way
to live your life
one thing
one moment
the only gift promised
but so easily overlooked
plans, worries, fears
specters
hide this precious gift
blinding you
to the obvious beauty
you ignore at your own risk
Metro_society (Photo credit: peterjaena)
we find you rather dull, actually,
but commend you on your rabid consumerism,
the way you’ve bought into our system
you need not feel paranoid
we need you to stay the way you are
not questioning
not thinking
it’s only through your humble efforts
that we continue to thrive
Nuffield College, Oxford – the first plans drawn up by Austen Harrison in 1939 were rejected by Lord Nuffield, and Harrison agreed to modify his plans. This image depicts his revised plans, but further changes were made in the course of construction; the buildings on the left were never constructed. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I don’t think
you understand
my needs
my needs are greater than yours
I have plans
big plans
and you’ll be happy to know
that some of them include you
you’ll get used
to your hungers and infirmities
and find the strength to toil in my fields
you see, I have big plans
big plans and
my needs are greater than yours
The unsustainable geometric progression of a classic pyramid scheme, from Securities and Exchange commission report on pyramid schemes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
some say he climbed a ladder well
he had much to show for it
in many mens eyes
he was a leader
not afraid of stepping on a few
more worthier me than he
he kept a wife, two children, and a dog
it was the station he was on as a child perhaps
charity begins at home
charity
it was a write-off
and much cheaper than advertising
media coverage
merchadising
slush funds
well, maybe not slush funds
but high paying administrator jobs
even the atmosphere has layers to it
so why not society?
he was in the stratosphere
George Jetson
only so much room at the top
that’s why they call it a Pyramid Scheme
War Machine (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
the cats are all in their cradles
dreaming of clear blue sky
filled with birds
filled with birds
gonna revisit the cross
yer gonna revisit the cross
my hands bleed red ink
there may have been such a thing
as an innocent bystander
perhaps not
sit around and pat each others backs
that could have been us
yeah i feel sorry for some of them fellars
what do you believe will happen
when there’s nothing left to blow up over there?
do you think the War Machine will come to a halt
but what about all those jobs?
it’s a matter of time
in the course of history
for the Victors to turn in upon themselves
A U.S. Army Air Force Douglas A-20G-20-DO “No. 57” (S/N 42-86657) in flight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“Let loose the dogs of war!”
of course he didn’t mean himself or his
he had others that would do his bidding
and suitably indoctrinated
they would gladly spill their blood
on a battlefield of his choosing
fodder
maybe more like kindling
to fire his far flung ambitions
after all he had a mountain of Mammon
to build as his memorial
and Oh Yes!
don’t forget the legacy
keep it in the bloodlines
the blood that runs blue
truer than any rivers of red ink
Contrato social (Photo credit: Daquella manera)
in silence
conceived as seed
a spawn crying out at birth
but that was not to be done
crying out
so conditions of course had to be met
conventions, social contracts
for of course there were others
others, conditioned, living in convention
by whose hand?
the voices heard were echoes of their own
but damn the voices crying
in the wilderness of silent sheep
as ravening wolves
damn all who rise of above the hum
of the obedient crowd
it has been thus
let it be
we have grown accustomed to our dull hum
why must you question?
what have you gained with your complaints?
but the ire of the reaper?
we have gained
ourselves
and something that the reaper
cannot take away from us
This of course
made me feel somehow superior and
it was good
I would gather
with throngs of speakers
in crowded little halls and
listen to the babble of the crowd
I believed it and
it was good
for a long, long time
One day I saw a man
sitting in an arbor
clad in rags.
I approached him
hoping to speak to him
of the Truth I had found
As I came near
I noticed that his eyes were closed
I studied him
the rise and fall of his breathing
for nigh on 10 minutes
I knew he sensed my presence
but he never said a word
He opened his eyes and
looked in mine,
slowly rose to his feet
then silently walked away
I listened to his silence
I haven’t spoken since
the idea does not compute in their geometry
it doesn’t fit
it has no place
they have no knowledge
of how to kill it
oh, seeing its potential
they will harness it for a while,
make their filthy stacks of lucre
but they will wither
they will die
and their wealth will be worthless
to those that have no desire of it
but the idea
The Idea
will endure
and so will we
for we know
where the true Wealth lies…
An Idea May Mean Wealth In Your Wallet^ – NARA – 534155 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
SoundCloud Reading
a seed, a hope
not alone
among other seeds
under the asphalt
a seed breaks through
a seed is weeded in the asphalt
but has broken through
more seeds see the break, the light
they mourn a seed
and in their anger
find the strength
to break through the asphalt
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