He was saying what could be interpreted as sweet things if you read them on a piece of paper or if you did a Google search: LOVE PEACE DEMOCRACY HUMANITARIAN. The sweet links appear... and you can read yourself to tears with the words of intellectuals who write more effectively than did the Goebbels headline writers or the Pravda robots.
But it's understood that these are mere code words to to go over the heads of the ignorant and to piss off the knowledgeable. They are from the method acting school of propaganda -- no cynics , more Tony Blair sincerity please.
I was once at a barbecue where many of these types were in attendance --- I had to get drunk of course , and over ate the rich finger food --- it took me days to recover.
They were a patriotic crew --- their comfort level was acceptable to them, and all had a plan to increase it and naturally liked the sounds of cool jazz on a warm summer night. I would have preferred to be in Hades-- the place where anti-depressants have no effect. I'm not sure how to describe it -- the vibes very visceral---- perhaps at one time you could describe it as being locked a room with the devil-- or Jesus bearing part of one of his forty afternoons of temptation.
When the sweet words weren't sweet and turned to chopping up reputations and they moved in what could be best described as a numb like state, they lost their power but the poison of their positions(dripping from their cognitive systems) gave me a rash and for a moment I imagined they were all Monsanto reps demonstrating their big sellers.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Very Electrical
Confusion hung in the air--- thick and jumpy
Mountain high and valley low but many missed the symmetry
of eyes cognizing on a road less bumpy.
Allusion threaded by string theory dynamics
Something's got to straighten out or something's got to snap.
On the whole I'd rather be swinging in a hammock.
The bureaucracies and the institutions and similar tooters of true and tried
depend on shady shots in the dark.
There's a fine line for the good times and they apply it.
After the crash, erstwhile and lying on the ground,
so quiet you can't hear a sound
to tell whether you've contacted another dimension or if it's just a built in derivative kicking in.
The information comes in spirals invisible.
Very electrical.
Mountain high and valley low but many missed the symmetry
of eyes cognizing on a road less bumpy.
Allusion threaded by string theory dynamics
Something's got to straighten out or something's got to snap.
On the whole I'd rather be swinging in a hammock.
The bureaucracies and the institutions and similar tooters of true and tried
depend on shady shots in the dark.
There's a fine line for the good times and they apply it.
After the crash, erstwhile and lying on the ground,
so quiet you can't hear a sound
to tell whether you've contacted another dimension or if it's just a built in derivative kicking in.
The information comes in spirals invisible.
Very electrical.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Healing With Orchids
The orchids of the green house are being transported to those who love fragility with only beauty for protection.
They give off a glow from
their inflorescence.
They grow through the cracks in chaos,
mindless to the mayhem.
Inflorescence allday,all night
Heaven suspended from nowhere,like a spider building it's web in mid air.
There's an orchid on the kitchen table.
I think I'll go have a look at it.
They give off a glow from
their inflorescence.
They grow through the cracks in chaos,
mindless to the mayhem.
Inflorescence allday,all night
Heaven suspended from nowhere,like a spider building it's web in mid air.
There's an orchid on the kitchen table.
I think I'll go have a look at it.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Information Overload Blues
The elite and elite-lite give their endorsement to the candidate.
They recognize him as a soul mate
They pass the plate
They call the investors to go good for the hors d'oeuvres.
The control devices are now mostly digital
An alarm goes off in case of something accidental
Something that could affect the state of capital
Like murder, it takes nerve.
Rosa's 's in the conference
She's talking to the audience
A guy who read every book by Noam ,
his mouth begins to foam.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
The girl next door,
She's gone hardcore
She's the kind it's hard to ignore.
For work she target markets for corporations.
Sadie--a nurse on the 7th floor--- stays detached,
She mends the broken bodies she's dispatched
She gives out the medicine and sends them home patched.
It's shift work but she's always up for a celebration.
Rosa's on the street
She can take the heat
A guy up to his ears in financial tension
is wondering which-a-way went his pension
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
The Elvis impersonator looks good in uniform
he's in the middle of a brainstorm
he goes right to the chairman of the board--- a real worm
it got Elvis thinking about changing his religion.
The chairman is counting his bonuses
and says to Elvis, "sing a new version of Heartbreak Hotel to sooth the masses"
But Elvis forgets the words and instead recites the Wasteland--- up to the part where Himmler's deciding on gases.
A light bulb comes on in the chairman's head and he continues with his addiction.
Rosa cuts to the chase,
The cops are on the case.
A guy who's visibly bored
says the internet's been whored
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter
The bureaucrat who knows how to scratch a back
Uses a spread sheet to plot counter attacks
At home he's expanding the deck out back
If you're his neighbor he'll haunt your view---to him you don't want to be beholden.
The leaders and their sycophants plot the next war.
But polls say people want no more
They'd rather work on rapport.
And plant a garden.
Rosa makes it to her hideout
She's worn out
A guy who's wondering where's God
gets the nod.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
Algebra can't keep up with chaos theory
And that's fine with Gerry , he lives in an allegory
He's constant , doesn't change his story.
For him the bliss of the moment is worth it.
Jack, who likes to suffer
has a demeanor like he's been worked on by an animal stuffer
He'll 'll cry you a river, that's his buffer
But even he is sometimes affected by a sunset.
Rosa gets banged around by the cops
They don't like her look and don't want to stop
A guy who yells out "hey"
gets a splash of pepper spray
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
At the Cross Roads where Robert Johnson is said to have sold his soul
The police go on patrol
They keep their eyes peeled for any movement that could start a craze, and get out of control.
They stick any relevant points in a mobile junk drawer, and shoot off tear gas shells.
In black and white
the usual no-strangers-to-treachery creep through the night
But the daytime has more fright
with it's many more combinations and killer syllables.
Rosa's at a conference
She's talking to the audience
A guy who read every book by Noam ,
his mouth begins to foam.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
They recognize him as a soul mate
They pass the plate
They call the investors to go good for the hors d'oeuvres.
The control devices are now mostly digital
An alarm goes off in case of something accidental
Something that could affect the state of capital
Like murder, it takes nerve.
Rosa's 's in the conference
She's talking to the audience
A guy who read every book by Noam ,
his mouth begins to foam.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
The girl next door,
She's gone hardcore
She's the kind it's hard to ignore.
For work she target markets for corporations.
Sadie--a nurse on the 7th floor--- stays detached,
She mends the broken bodies she's dispatched
She gives out the medicine and sends them home patched.
It's shift work but she's always up for a celebration.
Rosa's on the street
She can take the heat
A guy up to his ears in financial tension
is wondering which-a-way went his pension
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
The Elvis impersonator looks good in uniform
he's in the middle of a brainstorm
he goes right to the chairman of the board--- a real worm
it got Elvis thinking about changing his religion.
The chairman is counting his bonuses
and says to Elvis, "sing a new version of Heartbreak Hotel to sooth the masses"
But Elvis forgets the words and instead recites the Wasteland--- up to the part where Himmler's deciding on gases.
A light bulb comes on in the chairman's head and he continues with his addiction.
Rosa cuts to the chase,
The cops are on the case.
A guy who's visibly bored
says the internet's been whored
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter
The bureaucrat who knows how to scratch a back
Uses a spread sheet to plot counter attacks
At home he's expanding the deck out back
If you're his neighbor he'll haunt your view---to him you don't want to be beholden.
The leaders and their sycophants plot the next war.
But polls say people want no more
They'd rather work on rapport.
And plant a garden.
Rosa makes it to her hideout
She's worn out
A guy who's wondering where's God
gets the nod.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
Algebra can't keep up with chaos theory
And that's fine with Gerry , he lives in an allegory
He's constant , doesn't change his story.
For him the bliss of the moment is worth it.
Jack, who likes to suffer
has a demeanor like he's been worked on by an animal stuffer
He'll 'll cry you a river, that's his buffer
But even he is sometimes affected by a sunset.
Rosa gets banged around by the cops
They don't like her look and don't want to stop
A guy who yells out "hey"
gets a splash of pepper spray
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
At the Cross Roads where Robert Johnson is said to have sold his soul
The police go on patrol
They keep their eyes peeled for any movement that could start a craze, and get out of control.
They stick any relevant points in a mobile junk drawer, and shoot off tear gas shells.
In black and white
the usual no-strangers-to-treachery creep through the night
But the daytime has more fright
with it's many more combinations and killer syllables.
Rosa's at a conference
She's talking to the audience
A guy who read every book by Noam ,
his mouth begins to foam.
I'm in front of a monitor
Expecting another slaughter.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Duffy
Duffy wasn't worried
He knew it was illegal but all the same it was framed legitimate
It came down to fire power , and more than that , obsessive repetition of sadomasochistic vignettes at the synaptic interchanges in his and his compatriots noggins.
He had given his pledge which allowed him to live without being regularly ruptured even when he revealed the dirty little secret that he had no street sense.
For he was dedicated to the profit motif.
Plus he had a good imagination.
He later was pleased to learn that everyone in his circle were all just as obsequious as he was.
Without the hive, all jive.
He felt safe in the company of polite button pushers, who had discovered his abilities early on while taking a poll at school to check the pulse before the next scheduled plunder.
All the corporate armies and all the corporate technology could roll over cradles of civilization but had trouble getting them to rock again.
Even with the truth he heard in the blues when he got boozed or stewed on other substances, it had proven difficult to reach a consensus under the conditions of concealed talking points tempered by every day evil.
At college Duffy had learned that nuclear holocaust could be avoided
---as had all said button pushers---
by munching words , and numbing numbers with the opiate of Reason cut with brazenness.
He took steps to stop worrying and love the boom time that resulted from the threats that a nuclear arsenal begot to them that got them ,and to those who suck up to them.
Avoided , or isolated to the undeveloped regions of the globe,
to the designated suckers who live in huts and spend their days scrounging for something fill their gut.
One part realized the progress that had been made scientifically.
Developed by beautiful minds who as children learned to solve quadratic equations while the sun shined.
And his inclination was to believe that beautiful minds made beautiful things.
If you follow the logic, the more deadly the weapon the more beautiful the creation.
Another part questioned the sanity of a God so buddy buddy with militaries
that put the kaboom to enemy economies , with its chaotic progression ideally suited for rubble regions outside the bubble in the suburbs.
With it came mental flashes as unpredictable as lightning,
frightening
His doctor recommended a prescription drug.
He knew it was illegal but all the same it was framed legitimate
It came down to fire power , and more than that , obsessive repetition of sadomasochistic vignettes at the synaptic interchanges in his and his compatriots noggins.
He had given his pledge which allowed him to live without being regularly ruptured even when he revealed the dirty little secret that he had no street sense.
For he was dedicated to the profit motif.
Plus he had a good imagination.
He later was pleased to learn that everyone in his circle were all just as obsequious as he was.
Without the hive, all jive.
He felt safe in the company of polite button pushers, who had discovered his abilities early on while taking a poll at school to check the pulse before the next scheduled plunder.
All the corporate armies and all the corporate technology could roll over cradles of civilization but had trouble getting them to rock again.
Even with the truth he heard in the blues when he got boozed or stewed on other substances, it had proven difficult to reach a consensus under the conditions of concealed talking points tempered by every day evil.
At college Duffy had learned that nuclear holocaust could be avoided
---as had all said button pushers---
by munching words , and numbing numbers with the opiate of Reason cut with brazenness.
He took steps to stop worrying and love the boom time that resulted from the threats that a nuclear arsenal begot to them that got them ,and to those who suck up to them.
Avoided , or isolated to the undeveloped regions of the globe,
to the designated suckers who live in huts and spend their days scrounging for something fill their gut.
One part realized the progress that had been made scientifically.
Developed by beautiful minds who as children learned to solve quadratic equations while the sun shined.
And his inclination was to believe that beautiful minds made beautiful things.
If you follow the logic, the more deadly the weapon the more beautiful the creation.
Another part questioned the sanity of a God so buddy buddy with militaries
that put the kaboom to enemy economies , with its chaotic progression ideally suited for rubble regions outside the bubble in the suburbs.
With it came mental flashes as unpredictable as lightning,
frightening
His doctor recommended a prescription drug.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Black Comedy
The outsiders and out-of-lucksters keep trucking into trauma,
going off the deep end.
The trauma units are manned with heavily degreed masters of mess you up methodology,
trained to emotionally and mentally muscle those who can’t get it mustered up.
Meanwhile reps from watch your step institutions get ominous eyed and ludicrious ,
blitzkrieg on their breath
blazing psycho paths in Homo sapien land
Coming to knock the potluck out of the picnic.
Conscience knocked unconscious.
In a state that's better to eat you with.
A deadly dumb mental illness.
Spreading faster than aids in Africa and amnesia in Amerika
No known pharmaceutical know to relieve the shrillness of the unfulfilled
Guys in suits of wool and venom,
sucking lemons in closets
Beyond satirical treatment,
They lobby their insane game--- circling the market square.
And from rented trucks,
rolling out the welcome weeder.
Seeming to be a variety of slime,
but with an enigmatic patch, an etching of empathy
flashing occasionally like Las Vegas trimmed on your your Christmas tree.
Overall tho’ , seeming to be of alien orientation,
humbug gone to hell in some 50’s horror flick.
The walking dead lead by an Evil One with an Elvis haircut,
the ones you wanted to see zapped by the ray gun
or or discombobulated in the lab.
They plow through the peripherals promoting the vendetta of fallen angels,
Machiavelli on a stick.
Its function: nab the neuroses and the noses of the disgruntled and noose their funk until functions are finalized in that-old- time-terror blend .
Gestalt without a fault or a release valve, therapy with a theory for everything,
preparing all the unprepared for their Cinderella shift up angst hill,
where they get to bite their bitterness with the bottom feeders.
going off the deep end.
The trauma units are manned with heavily degreed masters of mess you up methodology,
trained to emotionally and mentally muscle those who can’t get it mustered up.
Meanwhile reps from watch your step institutions get ominous eyed and ludicrious ,
blitzkrieg on their breath
blazing psycho paths in Homo sapien land
Coming to knock the potluck out of the picnic.
Conscience knocked unconscious.
In a state that's better to eat you with.
A deadly dumb mental illness.
Spreading faster than aids in Africa and amnesia in Amerika
No known pharmaceutical know to relieve the shrillness of the unfulfilled
Guys in suits of wool and venom,
sucking lemons in closets
Beyond satirical treatment,
They lobby their insane game--- circling the market square.
And from rented trucks,
rolling out the welcome weeder.
Seeming to be a variety of slime,
but with an enigmatic patch, an etching of empathy
flashing occasionally like Las Vegas trimmed on your your Christmas tree.
Overall tho’ , seeming to be of alien orientation,
humbug gone to hell in some 50’s horror flick.
The walking dead lead by an Evil One with an Elvis haircut,
the ones you wanted to see zapped by the ray gun
or or discombobulated in the lab.
They plow through the peripherals promoting the vendetta of fallen angels,
Machiavelli on a stick.
Its function: nab the neuroses and the noses of the disgruntled and noose their funk until functions are finalized in that-old- time-terror blend .
Gestalt without a fault or a release valve, therapy with a theory for everything,
preparing all the unprepared for their Cinderella shift up angst hill,
where they get to bite their bitterness with the bottom feeders.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Beyond the Trance
The tanks came rumbling crushing everything in the street---
the cars and parking meters,and drivers and passengers who couldn't flee
no time to bless
No time for happiness.
Life feels more priceless for those who've escaped and wait shaken in safety,
breathing heavily,
their eyes in shock, their ears ringing from the shelling so they can't hear the howls of the injured.
As the the mind re functions they try to re sooth the bloodied bodies and the babies.
Thoughts shredded , one woman , the one with the shattered thick glasses, is only conscious of the taste of ginger
and she remembers a Shakespearean tragedy
holding an old man looking beyond death beyond fear, to acceptance
taking slight breaths lying on a dusty street,
breaths to delay the unexplored beyond the trance .
the cars and parking meters,and drivers and passengers who couldn't flee
no time to bless
No time for happiness.
Life feels more priceless for those who've escaped and wait shaken in safety,
breathing heavily,
their eyes in shock, their ears ringing from the shelling so they can't hear the howls of the injured.
As the the mind re functions they try to re sooth the bloodied bodies and the babies.
Thoughts shredded , one woman , the one with the shattered thick glasses, is only conscious of the taste of ginger
and she remembers a Shakespearean tragedy
holding an old man looking beyond death beyond fear, to acceptance
taking slight breaths lying on a dusty street,
breaths to delay the unexplored beyond the trance .
Sunday, May 18, 2008
an un-trapped moment
The physical is getting spiritual
perceptions increasingly make no sense---
and then attacks of paranoia.
Luckily they pass
and I want to hug someone.
Yes slurred words want to go surfing on a big ocean
across universes
across the bows of heaven navigating to nowhere
Then maybe a word I can enunciate
a word worth an un-trapped moment.
God is alright when in your pocket
Love is a light that shines up your face
Ask anyone who meets you on the street.
perceptions increasingly make no sense---
and then attacks of paranoia.
Luckily they pass
and I want to hug someone.
Yes slurred words want to go surfing on a big ocean
across universes
across the bows of heaven navigating to nowhere
Then maybe a word I can enunciate
a word worth an un-trapped moment.
God is alright when in your pocket
Love is a light that shines up your face
Ask anyone who meets you on the street.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
the impression you get
Dr Phil and Oprah present the world
from a studio inside a crystal ball,
and all the anxiety driven audience
have hope, they hope Oprah hears their call.
The producers and the technicians make fantasies come to life
They need the job and make believe is what the market wants
They follow the trends, now it's snake oil for soccer moms
They're sane about the numbers and wise to the ways of establishments.
Sometimes produce
sometimes consume
the impression you get is
it's time to transform.
from a studio inside a crystal ball,
and all the anxiety driven audience
have hope, they hope Oprah hears their call.
The producers and the technicians make fantasies come to life
They need the job and make believe is what the market wants
They follow the trends, now it's snake oil for soccer moms
They're sane about the numbers and wise to the ways of establishments.
Sometimes produce
sometimes consume
the impression you get is
it's time to transform.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
it's worth a try
The investors hoot and holler-- they got an answer for everything -- if it can make a dollar.
They got that Humpty Dumpty smile that comes from some inner grease they use to lubricate their sense of decency.
They keep busy putting up and tearing down walls
creating a global maze in which to keep their money.
Merchants who would as soon charge you for each breath--- it's on the list , right after water---
than have an equitable clean existence for anyone lucky enough to make it through birth.
It's a mean business for a species that's supposed to have evolved , or depending on your epistemology, just flashed here by the Lightning God.
A dumb God in that case , or perhaps an un-evolved God, for creating masters of the Earth who roll along the time line step dancing to the jolts of wars.
War the constant factor , for when Johnys go off to war something happens at their core.
Watch the geometric progression,
paranoia taken to it's ultimate conclusion.
Makes me wonder what kind of God would conclude that.
On the other hand where is this evolution going?
Did it take the wrong turn somewhere, freaked where it should have mutated?
Where's the science to explain the brains twisted by the lust for power?
There's not much evolution going on in that area.
The evidence is on the table.
Take the leaders to the lab, study them,
others will replace them
but from what we learn we may catch a clue on how to conduct a multi billion people meeting.
All the leaders and the legislatures and all the members of the board.... or as many as can be rounded up
And don't forget the generals and colonels and intelligence specialists
Give them all a Blackberry so they think they're busy but the IT guy loops their electronic
decisions and actions through a microcosm so they're more like delusions -- un- actualized
At some place like the American Embassy in Baghdad
Send in the professors to do experiments and take notes
One or more may be able to identify the process -- biochemical, or other --that happens
there maybe a cure.
Pull the patriotic thing on them
offer incentives
it's worth a try.
They got that Humpty Dumpty smile that comes from some inner grease they use to lubricate their sense of decency.
They keep busy putting up and tearing down walls
creating a global maze in which to keep their money.
Merchants who would as soon charge you for each breath--- it's on the list , right after water---
than have an equitable clean existence for anyone lucky enough to make it through birth.
It's a mean business for a species that's supposed to have evolved , or depending on your epistemology, just flashed here by the Lightning God.
A dumb God in that case , or perhaps an un-evolved God, for creating masters of the Earth who roll along the time line step dancing to the jolts of wars.
War the constant factor , for when Johnys go off to war something happens at their core.
Watch the geometric progression,
paranoia taken to it's ultimate conclusion.
Makes me wonder what kind of God would conclude that.
On the other hand where is this evolution going?
Did it take the wrong turn somewhere, freaked where it should have mutated?
Where's the science to explain the brains twisted by the lust for power?
There's not much evolution going on in that area.
The evidence is on the table.
Take the leaders to the lab, study them,
others will replace them
but from what we learn we may catch a clue on how to conduct a multi billion people meeting.
All the leaders and the legislatures and all the members of the board.... or as many as can be rounded up
And don't forget the generals and colonels and intelligence specialists
Give them all a Blackberry so they think they're busy but the IT guy loops their electronic
decisions and actions through a microcosm so they're more like delusions -- un- actualized
At some place like the American Embassy in Baghdad
Send in the professors to do experiments and take notes
One or more may be able to identify the process -- biochemical, or other --that happens
there maybe a cure.
Pull the patriotic thing on them
offer incentives
it's worth a try.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Cold Cold Parking Lot
We walked across a cold cold parking lot to a sleazy restaurant
My companion was still humming.
We'd hardly touched the hors d'oeuvres earlier in the evening and we were mighty mighty hungry
and by the pallor of her her demeanor I could tell she was deficient on some essential vitamin.
We ordered burgers and fries but when it came time to pay I couldn't get my card to scan
(I get caffeine poisoning and the coffee must've scattered my brains)
The azure eyed girl said: "Doing the same thing over and expecting a different result is a sign of insanity."
She put in her card and got approved, she was handy.
I promised that if she ever went into politics I'd contribute to her campaign.
We ate greedily and went back outside.
Parked in the eery dawn was the older sister , idling her 8 cylinder.
She offered us a ride
I was so tired
I got in beside her and she enabled the child guard locks.
She couldn't wait to reveal all the gossip we'd caused and it would take a long time and she didn't want us to leave.
That was the first time I ever prayed to the spirit
guides.
My companion was still humming.
We'd hardly touched the hors d'oeuvres earlier in the evening and we were mighty mighty hungry
and by the pallor of her her demeanor I could tell she was deficient on some essential vitamin.
We ordered burgers and fries but when it came time to pay I couldn't get my card to scan
(I get caffeine poisoning and the coffee must've scattered my brains)
The azure eyed girl said: "Doing the same thing over and expecting a different result is a sign of insanity."
She put in her card and got approved, she was handy.
I promised that if she ever went into politics I'd contribute to her campaign.
We ate greedily and went back outside.
Parked in the eery dawn was the older sister , idling her 8 cylinder.
She offered us a ride
I was so tired
I got in beside her and she enabled the child guard locks.
She couldn't wait to reveal all the gossip we'd caused and it would take a long time and she didn't want us to leave.
That was the first time I ever prayed to the spirit
guides.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Breaking News
No one deserves a miracle that backfires and micro manacles you even for a short duration
No, or relationships that suck the spleen out of your splendor and diminishes the appreciation of the color green so it's tough to be tender.
Miracles that have been mangled and mismanaged and dropped into the mud with not enough paper towels to wipe them off.
Miracles: Nature overruled, suspended, or modified.
how they occur
none of the experts concur
Some say it's in the heart that does all the heavy lifting
but that can be easily refuted by anyone wearing a suit.
Some say unconvincingly that the old thunder god just had a good day
while the masters of scientific method let the chalk do the talking.
The hostage taker sees only hell and feels only paranoia ,
holding it back with an AK 47 and various pistols stuck in his pockets.
He took to heart the talk of the silver worded wizards
and was damn disappointed.
The next thing will be the rifle pops
and the breaking news.
No mention of what his heart needed to discover.
No, or relationships that suck the spleen out of your splendor and diminishes the appreciation of the color green so it's tough to be tender.
Miracles that have been mangled and mismanaged and dropped into the mud with not enough paper towels to wipe them off.
Miracles: Nature overruled, suspended, or modified.
how they occur
none of the experts concur
Some say it's in the heart that does all the heavy lifting
but that can be easily refuted by anyone wearing a suit.
Some say unconvincingly that the old thunder god just had a good day
while the masters of scientific method let the chalk do the talking.
The hostage taker sees only hell and feels only paranoia ,
holding it back with an AK 47 and various pistols stuck in his pockets.
He took to heart the talk of the silver worded wizards
and was damn disappointed.
The next thing will be the rifle pops
and the breaking news.
No mention of what his heart needed to discover.
dissemble
What with the way they dissemble the golden rule,
you'd think they'd turn a shade of blue.
Lying and deceiving while still remaining charming must take it's toll.
The hell of John Milton must surely await them.
The pundits speak by means of a self preservation mean streak-- same as a snake
They like the game the way it's played, the way it's depraved--
bullies without borders refereeing.
They cheer on the heroes from the academies who don't hesitate to keep disparity a law of nature.
As you can no doubt guess, they are mostly creeps.
I detect anger ---that's when violence is easy---
through the medium of the market.
Another in a long line of sacred cows and golden calves categorized by crafty rats
with advanced degrees for hire and quick access to high speed keyboards.
It's doses more deadly than Agent Orange
for through it fear is researched by well funded professionals and applied in target areas that,
if done right, can turn a mind into a bouncing paradigm and rationalize the necessity of bombing peasants
and impoverishing just about everyone who hasn't learned to reconcile lofty rhetoric with the tools of empire parading in the naked present.
you'd think they'd turn a shade of blue.
Lying and deceiving while still remaining charming must take it's toll.
The hell of John Milton must surely await them.
The pundits speak by means of a self preservation mean streak-- same as a snake
They like the game the way it's played, the way it's depraved--
bullies without borders refereeing.
They cheer on the heroes from the academies who don't hesitate to keep disparity a law of nature.
As you can no doubt guess, they are mostly creeps.
I detect anger ---that's when violence is easy---
through the medium of the market.
Another in a long line of sacred cows and golden calves categorized by crafty rats
with advanced degrees for hire and quick access to high speed keyboards.
It's doses more deadly than Agent Orange
for through it fear is researched by well funded professionals and applied in target areas that,
if done right, can turn a mind into a bouncing paradigm and rationalize the necessity of bombing peasants
and impoverishing just about everyone who hasn't learned to reconcile lofty rhetoric with the tools of empire parading in the naked present.
Friday, May 2, 2008
funky city rhythm
I can feel that funky city rhythm
going 120 clicks between the blue and the green
the city easing into the outskirts
the predictable tripped up by epiphanies at the peripheries of perception.
I can feel that funky city rhythm
I do I do
there's my stop--- dropped off into a memory
the air fragrant-- it must have been May--- and time talks to me,
shuttled in by the sunshine, its colors burst my bubble, giving a taste of the rainbow,
giving a rest to the complexity in the senses plugged into what's out of the question,
some with no answers
which has it's side effects and neuroses,
but as sure as each day decomposes
everything one supposes
goes into that funky city rhythm.
going 120 clicks between the blue and the green
the city easing into the outskirts
the predictable tripped up by epiphanies at the peripheries of perception.
I can feel that funky city rhythm
I do I do
there's my stop--- dropped off into a memory
the air fragrant-- it must have been May--- and time talks to me,
shuttled in by the sunshine, its colors burst my bubble, giving a taste of the rainbow,
giving a rest to the complexity in the senses plugged into what's out of the question,
some with no answers
which has it's side effects and neuroses,
but as sure as each day decomposes
everything one supposes
goes into that funky city rhythm.
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