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

 

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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

 

The Real Problem is the System


Meanwhile we argue with each other as the Earth approaches an Evolutionary Bottleneck because of the continued manipulation of our media, our government and the public with it by Sociopathic Multinational Corporations. I am through being distracted by the Institutional injustices inherent in our system that are there to keep us from working together. The colonial powers in Africa and Asia divided the people by borders and imposed languages and religions. The Corporate powers seek to keep us divided here in the United States along racial and religious lines while they rape our forests and poison the land.

Does racism exist? There may be some natural inclination toward fear of those that appear different from us but it has been imposed on us by our Institutions and Media as a means of keeping us from uniting against the true enemies of Humanity and this Planet. I feel sorry for George Zimmerman because he is little more than a pawn in a #CorporateMedia game. While people all over the world are standing together in the streets to throw off the shackles of tyranny, the media has given us a #ShowTrial to divide the American people. Don’t hate George Zimmerman, hate the #System that produced him.

 

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

 

I think Mahoney chipped me…


Big 64 button panel

Big 64 button panel (Photo credit: Spikenzie)

I think Mahoney chipped me when I passed out at Bonfire Nation the other
night. I knew I shouldn’t have left those lunatics guard the Level 4
Matrix Control Panel Replacement Board I constructed in my basement.

Mahoney, I forgive him if he chipped me, I chipped his ass when I put
those two Zannies in his beer. Got a keep an eye on the boy, he’s a
punk who has no respect for authority and screams about it on stages in
Mantucky.

Cody I haven’t figured out yet (if that is his real
name), plays guitar in a way I had never before imagined but he is
thinking about taking over Ohio. As a start. I think he should drop
the Messiah Complex and play until his fingers and guitars fuse in some
psychotropic future reality.

Mark is the quiet one. That is why he is in charge of calibrating the Matrix
Panel with the Blue Godfather Kazoo. I’m so glad Cody installed that door
knob into the Matrix Panel. Things have been so much more chill in my
hologram.

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?

I became radical!


Alexander Hamilton on the Series 2004A $10 Fed...

Alexander Hamilton on the Series 2004A $10 Federal Reserve Note, based on an 1805 portrait by John Trumbull (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I can’t recall when I lost my Outer Serenity, why I became a radical…
Maybe it was the first “lie” a boss made me tell just to make a sale.
Well, the Boss didn’t make me, I’ll have to admit, I had bought into the
Game.

Maybe it was the Cascade of Lies that followed chasing
that Almighty Dollar. Maybe there was something wrong with me. I mean,
the Dollar, it is a desirable thing… even its smell (especially the
smell of new money) that somehow wasn’t working on my neuro-receptors
(even though at times I would have fantasies of rolling around ina pile
of $20 bills, don’t ask why $20s, It’s a Jacksonian fixation) but yet…

I noticed that the things I really loved, a sunrise, a bee gathering
honey from clover, a stand of old growth forest, had none of that “new
money smell.”

And for some reason, these things, these li’l
miracles of daily existence had more allure than anything that now foul
odor of money could deliver me.

I began to worry about things
like right or wrong, can we continue on this path and expect to
survive, can we even appreciate the opening of a Daffodil in Spring?

And I became Radical.

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