Fools’ Gold Rush

You don’t have to believe in God to see

the evil spawned from rushing greed.

Bandwagon to hell or hanging, not a

hayride. Atwater realized he had sold

his soul…and he wasn’t even that bad.

When their assets crumble to ash,

will they still believe their mission?

No, because they weren’t as smart

or as ruthless as Hitler. What did they

really believe in besides their own

Inevitability?

El Tormenta

I was fourteen when Kennedy was killed.

I remember my German teacher telling us

the news, tears streaming from his face.

I saw Oswald shot by Ruby 

on the first instant replay.

There was something in the air then,

no matter how distant we were from 

events….a cosmic ripple.

It feels like something is about to happen…

Now

to reverse what happened fifty four years ago.

Quetzalcoatl says: “It looks like rain.”

Open Your Eyes

All the prophets crying in the wilderness…

you’d better laugh, folks, because this is

the wilderness, where you’re on your own

and the truth is hard to find. Jesus threw

the money lenders out…that was a clue.

Money: one step away from slavery. You

people don’t see it because your minds

are already in the gulag…or, toilet, 

whichever analogy you prefer. 

Hogtied by apocalyptic endgame logic…

it’s not random crazy that’s happening;

it’s orchestrated perversion and evil. 

Maybe it’s belief itself that sends us to hell.

Enigma

Collusion course of events exposed

Q  Anon Wiki 

revolution in the shadows.

“Don’t believe what you read in the papers.”

It’s been going on my whole life.

Is there truth that is too hard to bear?

Even so, maybe there’s no choice,

the way it sometimes is. What then?

A deep breath is a good place to start.

What if everything you thought, your whole

life, was wrong? 

How does it feel?

Electric Hippo

Horrible ambiguous age,

jaw dropping coercion

of blackwater flamboyance…

oneupmanship is all the rage.

Pretend to send your child up

in a balloon…change sex, then,

change back again.

It’s a sucker’s market.

Thirty Days In San Bernardino

Detainee rot in stone,

promised democratic bluster

no longer applies…

believer innocent, robotic,

alibi on demand,

agent of wearable hypnotism,

prefab hippie blockhead.

Thirty days time out to consider

his place in society, and whether

he would go with the program.

His crime was believing in

the government.

Like, Totally!

Aliens, UFOs, Donald Trump, Chuck Schumer,

political correctness, weaponized speech,

Cern uncerntainty of principled Heisenburgians…

the truth depends on how you look at it.

Overpopulation, under education….

we used to say the enemy didn’t value human 

life until we discovered we were our own

worst enemy.

“Get drunk!”  Rambo Rimbaud

If you’re waiting for someone to tell you to start

living………………..”GO!”

Thought For The Day

Everyone's Sisyphus
but some have bigger balls.

#MeTooMuch

Let’s start over civilization

figuring out an equitable 

division of guilt/reparations

so we all become reputable…

…a tribunal where everyone

that has been insulted can 

point fingers until no one is

left untouched…

…leaving us all back at 

square one. 

What’s the point of pointing 

if we’re all a little guilty?

Casualty Of Causality

At the mercy of life’s peckish whims,

everything arises spontaneously,

sometimes from left field.

Hard to figure 

when around every corner

is another corner.

Maybe I’ll power guess that God exists,

and bluff my way into heaven.

No More Yellow Brick Roads

There’s no past to the present…

there’s no future in it.

Would you recognize paradise 

if it bit you?

Yeah, right…work makes you free

and when you die, you go to heaven…

fascist logic.

No path to the present, it just is.

Sometimes we recognize,

take a photo, video,

try to capture the moment

we feel truly there…

…and wind up with artifacts…

the mind fills with shoulds

ands

buts…

we float off

into plethora mind.

When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I Don’t Drink Anymore, So Why Do I Still Have A Hangover?

Existence arises fresh, every moment.

It happens to the best of us.

What we do with that, waking every morning

with life’s hangover is another story.

Maybe I should have accepted the Pell grant.

Maybe I’ll move to Montana soon.

“Shall I part my hair behind?

Do I dare to eat a peach?”

As in Aristophanes’ play, the Harpies always

buzz around in our heads

calculating

judging

projecting

manipulating.

Maybe it’s time for a little pest control.

Love Poem

Poetry is love…

because it’s truth that wants

to be known, to be expressed

as any art

                necessary

for humans to feel healthy 

and connected….

…same as being in nature. 

Poetry natural expression of 

experience through symbol,

as all arts connected;

painting with words,

telling stories with music.

Truth is love.

(they have to be connected)

“Dharma” means “truth”…

…dharma teaches compassion.

Compassion is love.

Numb Nuts Norbu

Numb Nuts Norbu was a Buddhist Master…

or, was he? None of his students got 

enlightened…many of them became ass-

holes. He got a show on a cable channel,

called it “The Norbu Nour” because he 

thought it sounded clever. If you asked him

who his teachers were, he’d point behind 

you, say “What’s that?” and run the other

way. It was a miracle he had any students.

None of them was pleasant company.

Norbu liked to keep trim around the ego, so

he had no organization…except he did. By

denying organization, he attracted more

students that thought that was hip.

“Eschew all doctrines except the doctrine of

eschewing all doctrines.” was one of his

famous, minute long obfuscations.

He died in an auto accident. He couldn’t call

for help because the battery on his cell phone

had run low.