Social Media

Marshall McLuhan: “The media 

Is the message”, so, what message

are we getting? What comes through?

The message is that you are controlled.

All you have to see is a public space,

with people and their i phones.

If you know that, that’s all you need.

But, even though it’s true, it’s so true

that you can’t see it, like losing your

glasses on your nose. 

Social media is nothing more

than another chain gang. 

You’ve been convicted

of being human.

Morphine

I’m taking morphine today

to see what it’s really like

to be a Democrat

to be a twenty first century

American…

to feel

asleep at the wheel

to dream I’m awake

in the face of the fake

to get from here to bed

as my only ambition.

It’s too late for the poets

by the time of revolution.

It’s too late because poetry

Is for the sensitive, 

not the mob.

Poetry is the reason 

I didn’t become 

a defiled actor

a corrupt lawyer.

Poetry saved my life.

Apollinaire died in the first world war.

Lorca was killed by Nazis.

By the time of war, ideas are mainly

propaganda, no matter 

which side you’re on. Only after

the slaughter do people start thinking

about the truth again…that’s history.

And “Heronymo’s mad again.”

Coda:

High as a kite

is just alright,

especially with music.

Cosmic carcass lazy, abandoning care,

concern, order.

“Let it fall apart…it’s been wanting to 

do that for a long time anyway.”

If everyone did morphine, maybe we

wouldn’t have so damn many people…

(oh…they already thought of that.)

Oh, I like fresh air, the flowers and bees…

yes, I love Mother Nature, if you please….

But, reality is in the mind of the beholder:

the goggles get boggled as you get older.

I play with my mind, but not with my food.

One way to distance oneself from the “self”

is what Rimbaud called “A radical 

derangement of the senses”, which we 

groked on LSD. 

I take morphine because I’m on a battlefield,

wounded by salvos of ignorance and madness.

or, just because it feels good…for a while.

You want the truth?

You can’t get there from here.

"The Great Awakening". for Donald Trump

I’ve been asleep my whole life,

dreaming I was in a world that

was awake.

When Kennedy was killed, I was

fourteen. We all knew then that

there was something wrong with

our country. We believed the 

explanations, because none of us

could believe that our government 

would lie so horribly.

As time went on, the lies continued…

Gulf of Tonkin a lie that got us into war…

911…the lies continued and got worse…

the rest is history.

Some knew what was going on….some 

in the military and elsewhere knew and

couldn’t stand the lies and what they 

were doing to the USA. Donald Trump,

who knew the lies and liars, who beat 

them at their own game, who loved the

truth and human goodness, just 

happened to be available. He knew the 

game for forty years, and when the good 

people asked him to help them defeat 

the liars, he agreed.

To be awake, one needs to realize one 

is asleep, but the American Dream was

tightly constructed and promoted 24/7,

enforced by technology and paid liars. “A

dream like that, you don’t wake up from

all at once.”

Mr. Trump, you are unique and uniquely 

suited for the task at hand. If you are a 

Christian, you might think you were chosen 

by God. If I were one, I might think so too.

I prefer to think of you chosen by your own 

common sense, sanity and goodness to do

this….in fact, I think you know you did’t 

have a choice. Call that God if you like. 

The Great Awakening is to the truth…the 

truth that our government has lied to us,

manipulated Americans for generations to

achieve an agenda exclusive of them. It 

had to get this bad so we could see it. It

had to get this bad so we could wake up.

The 16th Karmapa asked Chogyam Trungpa,

my teacher, why he had so many students.

“I can’t help myself.” was the answer, 

meaning, his love and compassion was 

greater than his sense of self preservation.

I think you two would have gotten on famously.

Karma: The Fifth Dimension

Dimensions delineate functions of

movement. Three dimensions are

needed to show movement through

space.  Time is the third dimension.

We move through time. Karma is

the fifth dimension. As we move through

various incarnations over time, karma,

the momentum of our actions, determines

what form we will assume in a particular

lifetime of existence. Karma is a 

dimension because it is infinite but can be

divided into measurable units called 

lifetimes. Karma is a quantum dimension

in that, from any point in time, the karmic

possibilities are infinite. The direction karma

takes is based on actions performed.

Actions are the vehicle we ride through the

fifth dimension.

As complexity increases our ability to perceive 

and understand it diminishes. The ability to

predict events decreases as the time factor

increases because it adds complexity. It’s 

impossible to predict karma because we

cannot perceive past one lifetime, one unit 

of karma. If our perception was better, we

could see karma as a dimension. Change is
scalable and in direct proportion to the 
complexity of dimension. In Buddhism, it is
said that enlightened beings have the ability
to perceive the dimension of karma.

Wake Up

Just because you got out of bed,

“dragged a comb across your head”,

“prepared a face to meet the faces

that you meet”, doesn’t mean you’re 

not still asleep.

You arose like magic years ago,

hit the ground running; no one

saying: “Take some time and

look around”. 

No; automatically you fit in, 

or, tried and failed…

…either way imprisoned by

comparison.

What is life at all? Did you ever

think to ask that question? 

Examination of one’s experience

is intelligence squared.

Living dead, zombified by habitual

patterns is the way most roll, 

a meat dream unrecognized

looking for a soul.

Enjoy The Show

That’s what doctors should say

to just born babies, not that it

would help….everyone running

around full of meaning…impossible

to tell what’s going on at first ’til

language that fills the head with

wrong ideas….impossible that 

covered spirits heal… raw nerve

concealed by a mound of helpless

clay.

Pay the ticket and take the ride…

no guarantees or refunds…if you

look closely at the fine print, you can  

almost see your house from here.