beauty is not the way you look
rather, it’s the way you see
each life form right in front of you
the way that it is meant to be
to celebrate the role it plays
in making every day
a meaningful expression
of life, and truth, the way
and when I look at you, my child
the sight I tend to see
is the joy you give to this old man
and the life you bring to me
(for my daughter – Christmas 2014)
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politically real
socially direct
personally challenging
brutally honest
culturally correct
harmonically precise
Foreign Policy is nothing other than gross national delusion,
criminally and diabolically psychotic.
the one truth about politicians is that they all lie,
…Presidents merely preside over the cacophony
how can a policy be forged of things foreign
when there can be no rational policy
of realities domestic…
to be a self-proclaimed watchdog
one cannot deny the untameable beast
unless, of course…
why has so much journalism succumbed to propaganda?
“Asteroids threaten the planet” http://bit.ly/1q0knNB
interesting stuff?
yay! for a free and informative press…?
seriously though, what are regular punters the likes of you and me meant to do with this kind of info?
are we to respond by digging underground holes and prepare like doomsday preppers?
I’m no genius, but if a significantly sized asteroid comes our way, digging holes and stocking survival food is definitely not going to help us at all – not even full asbestos body suits will help… not even crash helmets
global warming doesn’t bring asteroids our way
neither does police brutality, political corruption or even genocide
shit happens, so do asteroids
“we have a right to know!” we all shout … “yadda, yadda, yadda!” is the first response that comes to my mind
realistically speaking, what can we do? petition our governments?
even if they listened to us what could they do? …and why should they? most, if not all government leaders are so obsessively focused on building their own personal empire and securing their own immediate future they can’t even dredge up the least bit of motivation to give a damn
I don’t know, maybe these ‘press releases’ serve only to instill fear and panic into the electorate?
I’m not one who believes the editors and journalists are all fully controlled by some secret governing body that enforces it’s own agenda on the hapless masses
I don’t know too many, but I do know some journalists who are extremely intelligent and very high on the ethics/morality/integrity scale
but let’s face it, sensationalism sells and sensationalism = profit – for the publication as well as for the individual journalist
perhaps what I am really saying is that fundamentally greed dominates, and what gets published is not what is right, good, correct or constructive… what gets published is what brings in the bucks
common “punters?” – yes, punters indeed – that’s us, that’s what we are…gamblers, that’s what we do… we gamble
we place our speculative bets at the polling station every few years and most often our chosen horse never even finishes the race let alone wins it
but we bet again and again… that’s what punters do… habitual? – addicted?… nevertheless, against all hope we remain hopefully hopeless
but it’s our civil right, our civil duty… really? …isn’t it the lame and dead horses we bet on who tell us this before each and every race lines up for the start?
we punters live in an age of enlightenment yet we believe them every time and put all our faith in them… every time
now I’m also not one who believes in an organised conspiracy somewhere out there
there may well be one, I’m not closed to this possibility, but the reason I’m not a conspiracy theorist is almost exclusively because I’m convinced we are too dumb-ass stupid to get it together (on both/all/any sides of this diabolical equation)
my take on it is that it’s all a situation of rampant, unbridled greed, more linked to a warped interpretation and a skewed outworking of the most basic of primary instincts – survival
…not the survival of our species as a whole, rather the survival of ourselves – as individuals or at best a cluster of individually and collectively insecure, clueless, desperate, narcissists who are blinded to the collateral devastation of our own selfish, greed driven vain actions
macrocosm-schmacrocosm, microcosm-schmicrocosm, it’s all the same… there are no degrees of stupid
this same rampant greed and lack of empathy resides in the press as well as the “Illuminati”, the corporate CEO’s, the bankers, the politicians, whoever …yes, and in you and me too
maybe a reason for this kind of published doomsday asteroid article is to increasingly scare us into little insular pods, – like frightened ostrich-people? …unable to respond constructively, vote intelligently, participate functionally?
thank God for the age of enlightenment? … really?
maybe all this “enlightenment” has totally blinded us?
bring on the age of wisdom and real intelligence I say…
but that might well take hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of years at the rate we’re going…
…and let’s face it, chances are we’ll get buggered by some big-ass asteroid before anyone of us even reaches first base
inkblot test religion…
inkblot test consciousness…
inkblot test culture…
inkblot test politics…
inkblot test law and order…
inkblot test reality…
inkblot test belief…
inkblot test governance…
inkblot test science…
inkblot test justice…
inkblot test morality…
inkblot test ethics…
inkblot test faith
inkblot test truth… etc.
… so what then is the truth? – try get slapped simultaneously very hard on both sides of your head
…and when the ringing in your ears starts to subside,
pick up the receiver
…and answer the call
I’ve been up to the mountain
(not the one in my head)
the view from the top
wasn’t what they said
the mist was thick as soup
the clouds were dark and grey
no matter what I tried to do
it just wouldn’t go away
they told me it was good
they told me it was bright
but as they said these words to me
their eyes were filled with fright
I stared deep into the darkness
maybe it was me?
I simply couldn’t grasp
what they wanted me to see
so instead I closed my eyes
but never looked away
that was when it all made sense
there was nothing more to say
it isn’t up the mountain
where we are meant to go
the mountain comes to us
if you really want to know
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real resonance and harmony is never static
the movement and momentum that got it where it is has a latent energy
if this energy is not fed it quickly fades away
it fades so quickly, so subtly,
you hardly know it’s going
never knowing when it’s gone
the roar falls
deafeningly silent
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to protect ourselves we modify our perceptions
unwittingly we validate our present reality
we enthrone it as some sort of luminous memory
atrophy: a trophy of good times past
force-planted like some toxic weed
a misplaced alien
an invading life form
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in this swamp we soon get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh
unaware it is our own
we convince ourselves it is sustaining energy
meat for our dry bones
we are dying in the same breath we breath
as we say that we live
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the chord of resonant harmony must move on to the next expression of itself
risk
fear of failure…
but it cannot afford to stop
or it will cease to be
if it does
it soon becomes predictable
a clanging drone of dull thumps
a pulse nowhere near to any living heartbeat
but celebrated as such
.
it is dangerous out there
this is the truth
there are impassable mountains to climb
unfathomable valleys to cross…
but how else will true resonance and harmony be heard again
unless we scream into the cliff face
scream as we cling to life
edging on…
one finger shift at a time
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one should never set a goal
towards some point below
for then success is mostly guaranteed
but the failure of success is all we’d know
the faithful skeptic 