The days go on and on,
interrupted by the occasional surprise,
tragedy,
movie,
conversation...
a river that we ride from infants to old age.
we do not notice the changing landscape
the malls where there were woods
highways where there were houses
pictures on the wall take the place of the lost ones
memories of people we have known who just rode off into the horizon one day
never to be seen again
the tangling web of friends and famalies
the chains and open arms of our loves
frightened and freaked and fucking unsure of anything much at all
we listen to the news caste and accept our opinion du jour
don't look too deep boy
don't stand on the edge -of the earth and look over
into the swirling darkness and mystic whisps of what was
go to work
watch the game
get it out of your system with bears and x boxes
opinions locked away in our heart
afraid to look like the latest philosophy
demonized by association with fascists and mafioso
who wear words like socialism as badges
to pretend they are of the people
as they rape the businessmen and abuse the people
keep locked in your heart what you believe
tell others just enough to shut them up on stupid issues
play along with the Capitalists or they will let you starve
they give you no jobs then pretend you are the dead beats in an Ayn Rand novel
turn you into non-producers -- the right wing at a tea party protest wants them DEAD
along with the liberals
a sign of the madness existing out there
the loud voice of the insane drown out the civil
abandoned
i walk alone through the mental geographies
marveling at the myriad of interpretations of the goings on in this world
they mythic stories that fill our heads
the pretend that we reinforce with weekly trips to church
and one sided conversations with a silent being in the sky
man wishes to be worshiped
God wishes the law to be worshiped in his place
as his will arisen from the chaos
what does He want of a man on an obscure planet on the edge of the Milky Way?
the same as he wishes for all the universe -- that we will learn he is love
not war/not hate/not judgement
He requires no revenge
HIS world is magnificently larger than our minds could hold
our ways minute events in his majesty
the larger the picture the further into the future my mind wants to project
sooner or later the planet is going to lose the ability to sustain life
the end of all life
another dead chunk of rock circling the sun
to fall on its sword
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