i am one of those who lives in earnest hope that a new guard iz being benignly provided by
those who would not sell the souls o their own (& their own) into hellish oblivion, yo.
But…
What if (just a what if) even with benign ambitions, she or he began to feel the duress of the more powerful powers that be to play ball or perish (in one form or another)? What if doing the right thing has become far too precarious? No, what if doing the kindly thing is only doable if it can bring an end to any notions of our freedom’s ring, or be proven to be more profitable than (the most profitable scam in human history) war & authority? What if nobody can occupy those higher offices anymore if their goal is to do the earnest thing? Again, just supposing, in some comic book fashion ~ like the little drummer boy’s drum, it’s all I’ve got, this minuscule soapbox on the corner of whoops & what? But still…
What if even so-called-Holy matters do not supersede MONEY matters at the tippy-top? If so, then no matter how well-meant YOU, as a citizen, are ~~~ no matter how eloquent you can convince your neighbor that the economics of the time are moving us in the only correct directions for the 21st Century; even if you are worldly & together & have a way with graphs & mild weather; even if you were once in a position of government or socio illogical power & influence; even if a good learned man in your life was blackballed by the ways & means committee, making way for the meanest to be free of guilt or meaning, what if, … what if?
& if the sonofabitches with all the biggest and all the best of human blessing (taken for granted like a mosquito drills for blood on a child’s head) would JUST recognize the obvious suck in the past umpteen years of private ire enterprise run amuck … and show enough decent judgment to admit it, own up to their own unshorn culpability as humans so wrongly acquitted (not all bad, in all ways sad, but it only takes a little too much been had and sum void of conscience to rake the sun’s good greatness into captivity: lid screwed on so tightly that the good flight, breath & sight of a whole human spirit can barely be found there in time riding on a mere few poked holes in a tin-lead sky far below a real blue sky), major changes could be put into effect and there would so still be enough of this tangible earthly wealth for the rich to be loaded & the poor to be poor but coated and the powerful would still be powerful in the eyes of eternity. & Earth could still meet the expense of providing everyplace with enough clean-air for the riddled middle to be inspired graces, with homes, & heat, food and affordable transportation and medical care and grade-school-through-higher-education, and maybe even a hint of OM meditation, no-meditation. Conscious, non-conscious; society, non-society; artless art.
Hard Sun (Gordon Peterson):
(With a li’l paper-wrapped Crackerjack surprise inside for Reggie-baby!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OllbKNKZpB0
…But NO! …Sum hundred or so so-called gentlemen of means and authority run amuck with impunity and really chummy scary things to back them up and make us scream, just have to have their cake and eat it mean, claimed their stake & beat the dreamers into stunned submission, as it should be, as it should be, NO way baby, never had to be. & they say the clique is one with the trick, the slight-of-hand panoply, the clandestine mind machine thing of science fact and broomstick handle scandal and hoodoo with a cross; and the moose, who have never been known to wield the power of jawbone and FUD culpability, lying bloodlet n death shroud below choppers flying nor'west out low to go & guarantee it, to warranty it, to certifiably set course the bloodlet of all bloodlets! Oh the heartlights going dim, in fact slim to none left sparkling, looking hopeless & diminished but you still see a flicker; yet the door is shutting, window thudding, curtain coming to a close, yes even the arts, the fulcrum. No, maybe even enough for good David to succumb
there standing arm-in-arm with compatriots in tableau having seen the show so long ago it seems.
& there are sufficient shills in ur TV & radio fills to keep our masses battling ever war & hate debate & free smack & market bait & switchback until the mad cows come home or Hell freezes under your DC home you bloody twisted HACK troll! …While my brother Michael stands to fight his little battle ‘gainst his insurance provider; see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil chatter, blank our moments ‘till we’ve shattered and benign, oh geez!
No More:
A simple four-chord ditty that hits like a sledge in the chest…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5T79FfRLg9s
•
I’m sorry, Rossy,
you’ve been a well-
meant enumerator but
the buck stopped here
where the buffalo go
on only in westerns
and the economy
never HAD to
be remanded
by hungry
hippos
•
Oh no,
not without
justice served
& a battle of wits
‘tween the yin & yang
because it is all we have
left, @ wit’s end again
The Memory Of Trees: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIpt_BIrIzM
•
No doubt you know, sis/bro, that a stick of butter, one STICK, costs a buck a throw. A buck a fuckin’ stick, what, …just about a quarter not that long ago you know, ye know? Ye know!? Jus’so that those who run the show can hedge their bets 4the next decade of blow her to muck and bleed the meaning out of all that’s left of it that yields to Creation?
(FUCKIN $#! frackin ^%!$# fisticoughin #@! rassin %! frassin %#! BUSHwhackin $#$)
Will write jingles, shoot shingles, even play a jolly Kris Kringle to the poor kids for food & independence kept in arm & pocket where it belong to no one & everyone in sunshine. But I’ve been head-on tread-on & dead-on balls accurate about the pieces of the pie gone by. It would be wrong of me to say my numbers are accurate, sure, but the effect is real.
Now I know that the best of all humanity still lurks here in this bathysphere of shock & brink. Know it sure as I know my own stink. Well, I guess I don’t “know” exactly, like one don’t really know one’s true voice as others hear it, but the hope still blooms within me from time2time as the songs in my head play on without perfect definition or design.
So though we may have to suffer the penalties for a generation… nah, who am I kidding.. Have you seen those guys on CSPAN? They will NEVER admit it & just piss it all away. Oh how the brutal sarcasm and disbelief surfaces easily these days; …no relief, no yield for the wandering souls pounding fists into drywall and here being ...broken flowers, all. Ahh…what I wouldn’t give for a drag! … Just … one … drag!
........Explode like a reactor.
How Can I Keep From Singing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxzXJY3iQYA
~~
~~
predisposed to adapting to presentmindedness
hypo-dramatized my sense of Oceania Breeze
I really just have good feelings for the lot o ya
You know who u are as only u can do it justice
There’s a parody, the Ides of March & Slavery
This dbis has taught a lot to me & taught nada
Gasho///Namaste, ………
.......Namaste.......
