The world is crumbling all around me
and sooner or later
it will crumble under my feet
and I will fall...
we all will fall.
We are destroying the environment,
40 years away from having NO FISH in the ocean,
spewing oil from a hole in the ocean.
I watch this shit with BP
and think
If I was the fucking president
the Government would be stepping in
and just fucking dealing with this..
no more BP fucking around
we fight the worst of our impulses
that we see playing out in the fiends
we want some battle that we can solve with guns
once and for all tame this fucking city
troops going door to door
dragging the guilty out into the streets
and shooting them in the heads
killing off the child beaters
molesters
rapists
wife beaters
just doing away with them once and for all
leaving a pile of bodies for the past
like a lot of countries have done
the brutal logic of cutting off the hands of thieves
the troops in the middle east say they considered the civilians enemies too
killed anyone they wanted at first
early on
when the war was brutal and secret
a shock and awe of brutal kidnappings, torture
troops in too big a number for all out assaults
modern irregular warfare
the blood on our hands is invisible in the states
we never hear the explosions or the gunfire
never hear the wailing widows
never see the hate in their eyes as our blood passes down their street
our streets are quiet
no kids throwing rocks at the soldiers at checkpoints
no rockets getting lobbed into our towns
no houses exploding on our block
the screams way too far away to reach our ears
the war is ignored as the economy tanks and pure survival becomes
the concern of the day to day
my brushes with the spies leaves me concerned about the secret conspiracies
the powers that be just behind the facade of the day to day
the real players in the game of shaping what we think of as reality
the day to day reports in the news and the books and lectures that create us
for this time and this moment
speaking a language that will be unrecognizable by the future
our words morphing into shakesperian obscurity
requiring footnotes and a reading too careful for most
who prefer a bang up plot with a few human emotions thrown in
to make us feel concerned and relieved
the tv tells us everyone needs to live in a family
or they are losers or cursed
leave every other form of sexuality out of the arguement
demonized like blacks once were into cruel jokes in peoples minds
the monkeys the racists see
the rednecks the new black panthers want to slaughter in the night
I come with a simple message of one world one ethic
a few simple rules we all agree to enforce
world wide
the three attributes children deserve from their societies
justice, freedom, and peace
no justice no peace keeps the firebombs flying
the anarchists smashing windows
the hidden hand of god
shoves me around
picks me up
and smacks me down
Job everywhere/everyone
Cursed by an arrogant God to prove a point to a fallen angel
Sounds more like a Roman God than Christ
Christ the pathfinder in my novels
in the day dream that seems as real as any other fiction in my head
whether it is a story or a truth has become meaningless to me
just a book exploring the usages of religion
the burden of the missionary
the fate of the martyred abused and Raging
leading the way
whether it is a story or a truth has become meaningless to me
just a book exploring the usages of religion
the burden of the missionary
the fate of the martyred abused and Raging
leading the way
through the dimensions
the chasms
in reality and time
back to
where
times makes no sense
Part of why I wrote the book was a dream of God's face
that stunned me awake and literally sent me stumbling
into the living room
muttering about how no one was supposed to see the face of God
convinced that great myths were coming true before my eyes
the supernatural more real than the chair I am sitting on
I was minute in size
looking up at the Deity from a Great Distance
an indescribably huge great light brown circle crackling with lightening
that stunned me awake and literally sent me stumbling
into the living room
muttering about how no one was supposed to see the face of God
convinced that great myths were coming true before my eyes
the supernatural more real than the chair I am sitting on
I was minute in size
looking up at the Deity from a Great Distance
an indescribably huge great light brown circle crackling with lightening
surrounded by smaller ovals of muted red and gray and blue and...
heaven a place
a point in space
soul travels
through universes faster than we can blink
through universes faster than we can blink
on the way spirits join us from other planets
a great parade of children returning to their creator
to become angelic again
return to our beginnings in the womb of God
a sensory experience of euphoria and celebration
kissing off the world once and for all and taking off
toward a destination mapped out in my mind
a travel through one bit of God to another
a bit of God returning to the center
the point of the big bang
where He began the space we see through our telescopes
my dream of a cosmology that makes sense
a universal ethic in a world where truth is shattered daily
and elusive even to the greatest hunters
and elusive even to the greatest hunters
a place where no sea turtles wash up dead
on the shores after an oil spill
on the shores after an oil spill
where nothing worldly matters
what-so-over
what-so-over
life a fading dream
an infancy
run into books and fashions and nazifiying yourself into exactly what the boss wants
to avoid brutal glares and poor performance reviews
taking the drug tests and dropping the weed and ending up getting fat from beer
the madness of life can't be doctored away
prayed away
pilled away
the wickedness the wickedness
of a thoughtless oil slick slaughtering all life
creating another man-made DEAD ZONE in the ocean
the arctic melts and they still pay enough zombies to stop
enough people from believing in the greenhouse
to keep their oil monopolies and stock hustles and lawyer hustles and politicians hustles
we should be driving our cars up to the gates of BP
and leaving them
take a bus home
get more exercise
put our money into public transportation
act sane for a change
My Jesus voice from the book wants to take over the poem
the arch-type of the raging peace-maker in my mind
discovered and nurture by a group that combined Jung and hypnosis and tibeten Buddhism
evoking mental journeys that everyone found amazing to discover/an unexpected use of consciousness
voices in our minds
strains of conversation that added up to entire individuals
people we could be
other than who we were
the army knows what it wants to instill in soldiers
treatment is based on 28 days because of brain washing research
cults snagged a few more people today in every country across the world
a gypsy woman is taking some gullible suburbun new agers money
and giving them the advice she hears on Dr. Phil
Oh,man, you just have to laugh
even a bitter laugh
is better
than no laugh at all
a dream of an ethical God
with a reason for the suffering
the right words to make you FEEL like going on with the day to day
same as believing in an ideology like Socialism that gives your life a context
your impulses toward social justice a framework
everyone wants to rule your world
think for you
give you all the advice they wish they had lived
just never quite got around to
or missed
no one thinks for me
no one tells me what to think
a lie we tell ourselves...
as Texas tries to shape the text books into right wing pits of putrid lies
that march the capitalist white man's western tale through the minds of the young
and expect that to be enough to navigate a world
that has long passed them by
run into books and fashions and nazifiying yourself into exactly what the boss wants
to avoid brutal glares and poor performance reviews
taking the drug tests and dropping the weed and ending up getting fat from beer
the madness of life can't be doctored away
prayed away
pilled away
the wickedness the wickedness
of a thoughtless oil slick slaughtering all life
creating another man-made DEAD ZONE in the ocean
the arctic melts and they still pay enough zombies to stop
enough people from believing in the greenhouse
to keep their oil monopolies and stock hustles and lawyer hustles and politicians hustles
we should be driving our cars up to the gates of BP
and leaving them
take a bus home
get more exercise
put our money into public transportation
act sane for a change
My Jesus voice from the book wants to take over the poem
the arch-type of the raging peace-maker in my mind
discovered and nurture by a group that combined Jung and hypnosis and tibeten Buddhism
evoking mental journeys that everyone found amazing to discover/an unexpected use of consciousness
voices in our minds
strains of conversation that added up to entire individuals
people we could be
other than who we were
the army knows what it wants to instill in soldiers
treatment is based on 28 days because of brain washing research
cults snagged a few more people today in every country across the world
a gypsy woman is taking some gullible suburbun new agers money
and giving them the advice she hears on Dr. Phil
Oh,man, you just have to laugh
even a bitter laugh
is better
than no laugh at all
a dream of an ethical God
with a reason for the suffering
the right words to make you FEEL like going on with the day to day
same as believing in an ideology like Socialism that gives your life a context
your impulses toward social justice a framework
everyone wants to rule your world
think for you
give you all the advice they wish they had lived
just never quite got around to
or missed
no one thinks for me
no one tells me what to think
a lie we tell ourselves...
as Texas tries to shape the text books into right wing pits of putrid lies
that march the capitalist white man's western tale through the minds of the young
and expect that to be enough to navigate a world
that has long passed them by
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