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the puppets rise to take the stand

to wear the mask and raise a hand

but who is it who pulls the strings

the god of greed or other things?

the heart of man is deceitful still

a plague for which there is no pill

yet one by one they take a bow

in hope to win the crowds somehow

slaves cannot be freed by slaves

though they preach great plans of better days

their words are hollow as they flow

they speak of things they do not know

the puppet-master mocks, he tugs the strings

the puppets dance, as he plucks they sing

truth like lies and lies like truth 

the hearts of men, 100% proof

the other puppets watch the show

they have nowhere else to go

they’ve seen the play many times before

maybe things will change… so they watch once more

each act is like a scene from hell

it’s all one can see from inside this cell

green pastures painted on the wall

but there is no smell of grass at all

loud songs of freedom fill the air

sounds to try block out despair

hope in hope is all that’s left

the orphans

the widowed




democracy, democracy, if you please

the very thought of you brings me to my knees

I see and hear the groundswell of the masses beyond

it makes me question the path we are on

it’s this rule of thumb that renders me numb

that executive choice is offered to everyone

to escape from the regime of the previous hater

we lower decision making power to the lowest common denominator

capitalising on our primitive need to feel we belong

we are led in a hopeful chorus, a most pitiful song

and we dance to the promises based on stories we’re told

of a life in the future, far away from the struggles of old

but we need something to believe, and believe it we do

so we fall in a trap set for me and for you

the masses subdued, suppressed and confused

raise an uneducated voice, keeping ourselves amused

believing we can decide on the great master plan

we sell our souls and those of our children to some unscrupolous man

who smiles on the TV, the posters, and waves to the crowds

yet hugs with a blade in his hand when he wraps his arms round

and the warmth that we feel as we embrace this venomous man

is the life blood that we bleed at his murderous hand

but he’ll smile once more again and wave to the crowd

dance and sing songs of freedom, getting frighteningly loud

to silence our thinking, and the pain that we feel

pointing to a far away future that grows more and more unreal

asteroid 1

“Asteroids threaten the planet”  

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

hubble telescope captures 10, 000 galaxies in one amazing shot


in science we rejoice and boast in seeing 1000’s of other universes, yet we are destroying our very own planet under our feet… we know so many things yet we continue to plummet ever further into chaos…

in religion we have 1000’s of theologies and spiritual orders,  yet by the millions our very own people are dying, slaughtered, starving, dehumanized, rejected, crushed under our own feet… we are so divinely spiritual, yet we act like inanimate, soulless machines…


are science and religion twin, deformed siblings?

some hoped, some expected, some feared, some jeered … but so far it looks like it will all pass over uneventfully … except for the residue of the experience which will very possibly last a lot longer than the memory of the event in our lives – if only subconsciously perhaps.

on sunday morning many who in the secret place of hope and fear in their hearts who believed it would all end, or even hoped it were the truth, will most probably agree with those who scoff saying that they knew all along that it was not true … but inside?

a lot of what we believe is determined not by faith but by the apparent facts that seem to manifest around us and are either ratified or denied by the other mortals we associate with.  perhaps we may choose to deny it but to my mind it’s a very social gospel we live by – one that is rooted so much more in the natural than the spiritual or eternal.

me, i think i’m with those whose hopes were dashed

perhaps a fair amount of those who secretly hoped the world would end are those who really qualify – and perhaps by default – for a true spiritual faith?  perhaps they hoped not because of a theology or intelligence this way or that but because they are suffering in some way or another? – financially, emotionally, physically?  perhaps they are extremely lonely even in the crowd and the laughter?  perhaps just the thought of being taken out of here is such an attraction?  perhaps they truly feel like aliens in this harsh and cruel world?  they might not be able to admit it publicly but they may feel like they are unloved, lonely, desperate with very few to tell about it let alone understand.  perhaps these people long for a reboot of the whole damn thing?  for some a total change, however drastic and costly would be such welcome relief?  my faithful scepticism tends towards their world – especially at times like these.

for many of the brazen and outspoken, those who verbosely quote chapter and verse and pontificate on what the latest apostle/prophet/preacher/author last published … well, they too have fears and doubts – only their inner fears won’t allow them to acknowledge it.  but they feel safe inside their own minds because in this modern era volume is believed to be the all powerful answer

what is it about us that so easily wishes on things? why is it so easy for us to be effected by this kind of stuff?

as my blogname suggests, i am a faithful skeptic.  My views are not at all acceptable by the mainstream out there yet i too have a belief system and an extremely strong one at that.  this is what impacts me so greatly.  for me, having an extremely strong faith is not an achievement at all – as much as romantic love for another is not an achievement.  it just happens and we are swept along by it.  it tends to consume us.  and it leaks out for all except usually ourselves to see.  me, i am mostly shocked by my beliefs.  i have grown comfortable with them not because they are correct necessarily but because they are mine and they are all I have.  i doubt a lot and never stop questioning, but i cannot shake off my beliefs.  they sort of consume me

so, it looks like the world may not end today and for some this may very well be the end of their world

there is a song penned by phil keaggy long ago that has made an indelible impact on my thinking ever since i first heard it sung. the opening lyrics go something like this,

“who will speak up for the little ones?

hopeless and half abandoned

they’ve got a right to choose

life they don’t want to lose

i’ve got to speak up, won’t you?”

he was writing on the abortion issue as far as i can recall but it is nevertheless equally true for the lonely, the suffering, the desperate, those in despair and hopelessness, those whose personal reality clashes so dramatically with the theology and meme-artistry around them.

who will speak up for such as these?

me, i tend towards being brazen and self-possessed … but i’ve got quieten down a whole lot and speak up – won’t you?


For a full day, throughout the whole world,

as the globe spins on its tilted axis

the world unites in an act of communal worship.

As the time zones roll on in their endless track of spiral momentum the clock strikes midnight,

for what seems to be a full 24 hours.

So too, mankind spins out and down in their own spiral of momentum.

Some accelerating, some decelerating, but spinning nevertheless.

“Let’s remember and do it better!”, “Lets forget and start again!” we all cry.

A confused yet united shout of worship to the god of human endeavour.

“To times past!”, “To times to come!”

we remember with nostalgia the folly we have called achievement.

We exalt hopefully in a hopeless time of hope in hope,

for what we would like,

but in ourselves cannot.