Resisting Arrest

"They" want to put a stop to us...

to freedom

to free thinking

to love and joy

to creative self expression:

music and art and literature.

It appears it's becoming against

the law to be human.

Revolution is translated as "molting"

in the I Ching. 

That's what it's time for;

shedding too small a skin, 

outmoded ideas and ideals,

primitive beliefs about reality,

conflicting emotions that drive

us crazy.

Revolution happens, whether the

snake likes it or not...

resistance is futile.

On the other hand:

resisting arrest means staying alive

not frozen in fixed mind

open to uncertainty

alive in human body foible

getting the jokes.

"Continuously Morphing Quotes"

"What we have here is a failure to ex-communicate..."
Pope John Paul

"The only thing science has discovered conclusively that has 

been helpful is awareness of the limits of its ability

to know."

"Soylent Green is sheeple!!"

"All we're looking for is a few good memes"

Grow a life.

Don't get theoryous on me.

I'm gone to stay.

We do what we want,

whether we like it or not.

A poem is like taking a good crap:

the poem may take a little longer,

but the results are the same.

It's past my dead time.

A plate cracks:

certain peas roll off.

The Kardishans sure know how

to put their best tits forward.

Rubles are nothing but trubles.

Hand over the footage.

Forget what?

You gave me a  start...I wasn't finished.

A zipper is as close as a machine gets

to having an orgasm.

"Do you think God created everything 

in seven days, and these are the judgement 

days, and Nibiru is coming and Reptaliens

run the world government and population

control, nuclear war, Chelsea Clinton-

Handler-Manning, and, and..."

"Maybe".

To an alcoholic
friendships and braincells are about the same....
of course some die....but only the weak ones.

Satanic pedophile child sacrifice leaders

individually rapaciously rapt, wrapped 

in the horror of their rickety revery.

Climactic Zipper

Hemlock useless in emergency

anywhere dense right here

heritage scream deaf ear

confidence beached and bloated

noble gasses pass the same

give anxious liver drink as present

caste members delicate believing

flophouse biological bleeding factory

random fragile clouds haze 

the junkyard...

(at this point, the computer had a 

cigarette and said: 

"is it good for you?")

equipment quips crunchy numbers,

adorable symbols, magnificent absurdities.

Virgo Moon

Seriously.

Rip tide born explosive emotions

out of the blue 

depths of soul pulse clot

horror equation

random organization

tornado heaving in dusk light

midnight horsefeathers

too late for regrets.

Paradox

"Think that you know what to do:

Impossible, yes, but it's true"

Lost in a maze of conditioning.

It was the pressure of conformity

in the fifties that led to revolution.

Eisenhower represented a blunt

instrument of social engineering

refined later by CIA mind control

and pharmaceutical prison, yet,

it too has become too obvious

for many if not most people. The

program is to get most people so

hypnotized that moving from the

suburbs to a FEMA camp won't

seem much of a transition...not

there yet, but heading that way.

Maybe so much crime people will

want to be in camps protected is

another option. More ex-pats even

as buffaloes exit Yellowstone.
Land of the flee, home of the naive.

Hard To Handle

I tell the truth, or, In fairness, I should say

my version, which falls short as all of our

truths do, but, nevertheless no fear to show

myself as is as human. Who can object?

Yet, walking-on-eggs has become USA

national fad like the hoola-hoop only less

humorous. Pig Schumers oink loudly about

P.C. violations only to be laughed at by

reasonable people. The truth is hard to 

handle but inevitable eventually. Just think

of all the money and work in USA to maintain

the lies. Even if God didn't destroy humans

once in a flood, you know He would have

had a good reason. 

Thingy

You know, like,

that little bit that hangs down

at the back of your throat, or,

the button on the dashboard 

you never use, the bracelet 

with all the doodads; the button

on your coat that's loose and you

should mend it, but you don't, 

and one day it's gone. 

Domination Of The Arcs

Where do we start, and,

then what happens?

A plot arcs in a movie

or novel; the course of

events has a pattern.

Our lives arc the way a

milkweed blossom floats

on the wind and alights.

Civilizations rise and fall

like the landscape..

More realistic to see life as

process or pattern than a 

solid piece of furniture we

sit on all our days. "I am

a verb" as Fuller said.

Our lives ruled by patterns

predictable, sane, rational,

getting us through the day, 

our years....

or free spirited and spontaneous

we go, not sure ourselves what 

we'll do next; an acquired taste 

of freedom gained through 

shedding useless habitual 

masks behind which we hide 

from the world and our true nature.

We know what path we're on, what

direction we're heading if we're 

honest with ourselves. If not, the

Blob of unconscious tendencies

absorbs us, the Godzilla of self

destruction decimates, King Kong

of ego shakes his fist from the

skyscraper to no avail. 

Universe Outside My Window

Look out the window, and I see

stars! I'm looking at the stars! So

what if I can't see them very well

there they are! Maybe it's just that 

my eyes are bad ok all of ours!

Telescopes first step to being there

with all the senses, or, we could 

just send a monkey! Maybe...

I think life will be familiar wherever

in the universe no stranger than here

on earth have you ever seem a blob 

fish?

(The Blob...nightmare/worst fear/ a mass

of amorphous goo capable of digestion/

you won't find it listed as blue plate special/

little kids' fear that the unknown could just

eat you up)

Meanwhile outside my window everything

else in the universe was happening oh my

goodness what a caution!.

Yeah, most of it's going on out there, not to

belittle my contribution to humanity: 

a snowflake on a burning stove.

Lost And Found

Disconnected, wandering,

gripping at plasma,

even the forest scares us

at night.

Sure of everything, straight 

as an arrow, "if it don't compute,

you must refute", tracked by

the rut.

What have we lost?

How do we know we 

have lost anything?

Many people feel something is

lacking, they're missing something

in life. Is that the same?

Look at experience direct and you'll

see what there is to see much better

than speculation. 

Meditation: the lost and found sorts

itself out and we find ourselves.

For All The Marbles

Stealthily approaching crucifier

Calvary didn't end with Jesus

Nazis and Isis created by the West:

industrial war, population reduction,

extermination, euthanasia, social

Darwinism...so many words convey. 

I had not thought death 

had undone so many.

Playing for keeps. 

Hang on to your keepsakes, they'll

do you little good...even the world 

I grew up in seems ancient history.

Bigwig atrocities, friendless kings,

leaders that lead by power point,

not example.

I'm not complaining...I feel free

of shackles of mind control

of social media morass

of herd mentality, sheeple society,

that drive USA  folks like lemmings.

Take LSD, go for a walk, talk to a 

stranger, make love to your landlady, 

blow bubbles in a bus  station, dance

in the streets, finish a nun with a left
to the ear, get weird because you

actually are one too molded for your

own good. The sleeper must awaken,

the shell broken, sure, it's bright when

the lights turn on at first, but this really

is your world.

Burma Shave Enlightenment

Enlightenment

in cartoons

is not having

thought balloons

Burma Shave

Saying Things As If They Were True

In writing, it's called fiction.

In politics it's called a platform.

In religion, it's called belief.

In history, it's called a lie.

Brainspotting

Turn on, tune in, drop out

of the human race.

Mainlining NBA Finals,

Dancing With the Stars,

MSM, reality television,

and the bleat goes on.

I don't get it, but I do...

it's so much easier

just to believe...well,

simpler, at least...it

covers all the non-

existent bases. The 

only purpose of public

debate is ratings, money,

smoke and mirrors...

the carnies are in charge

of the dialogue.

It's all a head trip.
What you hear depends

upon what you listen to,

and your willingness

to be deceived.

Short Poem

Reality's not for everybody...

it's an acquired taste

like picked herring,

losing a friend.

Heroes

Who are the heroes?

The ones that are good 

at killing in battle?

Heroes because they're strong?

I guess the Greeks thought so.

Bob Marley a hero for standing

for freedom?

Assange, Chelsea, Ellsberg?

I'd say so.

Obama, Bushes, Clintons...

Nobel Prize? Medal of Freedom?

You can tell the evil people

by the awards they get...

the whole thing is psycho-payola.

My landlord is my hero because

his little boy is happy.

My Buddhist collaborators are my 

heroes because they are warriors

for the truth.

You're not my hero if you take a 

dangerous selfie to show how

stupid you are.

You're not my hero if you practice 

competitive posing.

It's possible you're my hero

if you win a hot dog eating

competition, I'm not sure.

You win the NBA championship...

I'm not impressed with self important

entertainment millionaires...let them 

build a house for the poor with their

own hands...that would work better. 

Fake sending your child up in the air

in a balloon? Win Olympic gold and

change your sex for attention and

money? Declare you're gay? Have

a job in government? Fight for your

right to be lazy and useless? Seem

important because of your breasts?

No heroes there...

Ali was a hero for being the worst 

bad ass and standing up for his 

beliefs...coming back to the ring 

and still beating the best that there 

were. Patton and Forrestal and

Kennedys and King were heroes

assassinated by their government.

Tupac, Morrison, Hendrix, same.

Don't talk to me about heroes.

To The MSM

I put the kibosh on it, 

slammed the door in it's face,

had enough 

had enough

had enough.

Just in time, it seemed, for another

wave of useless nonsense 

followed like a legacy.

It was all I could do not to move

to Mexico...(ha!).

Now I watch from a safe distance

and eat popcorn while the reality

show grows exponentially

in absurdity. 

The world has become so French!

Sauve qui peut!

Petarded by haughtiness!

No, not me...enough is enough.

Sometimes I laugh and 

sometimes I cry.

Moonlight Drive

We took a moonlight drive

down by the oceanside

parked and watched the tide.

A night between days, starry

sky full of wonder, seafood

salty ocean smell, silence of

vastness, wave song washing

ears.

We had a past, but it's over now,

the future a cloudy looking glass,

only this mirror here as we eat our

burgers with the top down...this

romantic friendly vision of a world.

A couple of other cars, lonely as 

de Chirico or Hopper, who knows

what universes go on in there?

Carnival music on the radio, a

shooting star...we walk on the sand

but don't stray too far...whispering

about ourselves to each other, and

all the people that have drowned...

we know some of them, still around.

Burma Shave Koans

You have your whiskers

you have your mind

what happens when 

you leave everything behind?

Burma Shave

Scenery is passing

passing like the time

like your life is passing

yours, not mine

Burma Shave

A good shave like a flower

so fresh and alive

wish you'd shaved this morning?

I did. I'm fine

Burma Shave

Break while watching "Sunshine Daydream"

Well, they had to, didn't they?

Somebodies had to be the epitome

of them: totally free spirited, drug

liberated, crazy open people so that 

others in the future at least could see. 

It was purest and realest before Whitey

caught on. It didn't take long for him

to get that this freedom was a threat

to his slavery agenda. And so it goes...

tiny sympathetic acid buzz nostalgia.

Raga For Arn

Ef' 'em all...

(yeah, start out nice and slow)

I see what's beautiful...

most of ugly comes from people

because they can do almost anything

and ugly is part of that.

Like, why does a dog lick it's balls?

Same for humans: they do everything 

only because they can. Not much

reasoning involved, really. The 

reasoning is more for justification.

"Well, we got to the moon, brought 

a few rocks back, didn't end starvation."

"And so it goes..." Vonnegut said. What

wisdom! It's all you have to say, unless

it's a question and you answer:  "Maybe."

Buddhism.....eventually

Not much good for anything else...

what is he good for, what can he do?

Ask the ragged man trying to get a few

pesos selling newspapers on the sidewalk,

motionless like a human kiosk. He doesn't 

know.  

So much depends on causes and

conditions, where you were born and

in what shape, the time in history. It's

not random....more like fate: the Buddhists

call it karma; cause and effect, laws of 

nature that aren't affected by the seeming

discontinuity of time. Nobody gets away 

with anything.

This is why the meek shall inherit the earth:

because they'll be all that's left after the evil

beings have been reborn in hell.

Anything you can imagine has occurred or

will occur in the universe somewhere...that's

why they call it the universe. No matter what

paradise you inhabit, no matter what torments

you experience in the lowest depths of 

existence, it will change to something else

eventually, since we have forever.

So, why bother?

Wouldn't it be better if the continuous struggle

ended? You know, the struggle to make things 

the way you want, the struggle to avoid pain,

the struggle to achieve a perpetual motion 

machine whose only  function is to operate

smoothly?

Well, that's what Buddha did...(how many 

times do I have to tell you?)...he found the

end to the struggle and the cure for suffering,

and millions of people have been finding the

same for themselves for the last 2500 years.

It's that clear and simple.

So, as the bumper sticker reads:  

"Buddhism: Eventually."

No Time For Sergeants (for Nagarjuna)

No time for sergeants

no flimsy guilt bonus

no freckled heroin provider

no end-of-the-world heroics

no perfect tin hat

no feather/leather costume excess 

no blush equipment drench optional

no in time savior thank God

no creative fracking

no family balloon fiasco

no parasitic robotic meme

no jigsaw dogtooth scar

no trembling quivering chowderhead

no chocolate Easter bunny

no birthday cake xmas bonus graduation

car free lifetime of no care...

...only random eponymous liberation

the latch that passeth through time.

Deus No Machina

"Sorry, God was late so He

couldn't perform your miracle 

in time. No refunds on prayers."

That ever happen to you?

Be sure that never happens again!

Atheism, agnosticism, no belief,

I don't care!  It's all good!

Never count on a stupid thought

to save you ever again!

Don't be a stiff! Look alive 

and be quick about it!

Your mind is the universe!

You don't need no stinking God!

All Right Now

It's all right now...

been that way all along...

can't improve on perfection...

civilizations rise and crumble,

lives grow and fall apart,

anything than can happen will,

nothing new under the sun...

it's alright now,

you can come out;

the sun shines

dew glistens

people still 

think they're smart.