Quantum Mind

 

Is everything everywhere in one moment.

is past present and future all at once.

 

Our untrained human minds are able

to process only snippets of this in order

to construct a plausible reality.

 

There are

visions

epiphanies

intuitions

revelations

miracles

that point beyond what we´ve established

in our heads.

A larger view…

a boundless view

if only we care to look.

Daydream

 

The market, the people in the stalls…

in the street…cars, carts, trucks,

motorcycles weave in and out,

(not as bad as India or Japan,

but same idea).

 

You can tell something´s going on

in their heads…some faces are open,

others masks of various colors…

some are actually sleepwalking.

 

I´m not even there right now.

I´m at my computer at my place.

So this really is a daydream,

although,

I will soon be there again,

I dream.

Long Night?

The night seems to go on forever

black landscape sprinkled with dots of light

wind moves dark shapes in the dimness

sound of the breeze and dog howls swirl

a saxophone plays

                                 far away

                                                on a street

   in a city

                 under a broken lamppost

 

a deserted

                    jalopy

                               in a ditch in Kansas.

¨I´ve seen some of them...¨ (homage to Jacques Prevert)

 

I´ve seen some of them.

They come in all shapes and sizes,

colors and ages.

Outwardly, they believe they are

all unique…

…inside they are all the same.

They move about through their lives

in an arbitrary order,

going along with ever changing times,

like a field of wheat in a summer breeze.

 

One can only wonder

what rough beast was born,

its hour come round at last,

to incite the crucifixion of a species. 

 

Boogying Through The Apocalypse

 

Why do you think that music exists?

Because that´s how they boogied

through slavery and repression,

subversion and depression,

it´s the natural expression

of the irresistibility of life.

 

So, to me, ordinary life is the rave,

the Burning Man,

the path I boogie down every day

towards the golden dawn.

Circular Logic

 

April is the cruelest month

false hope before the Fall

the cycle is endless

a roundness to it all

going around

Merry-Go-Round

something´s going around…

is it a rumor…

is it a virus…

round and round it goes…

when does it stop?

Nobody knows.

Grab the ring if you can.

If you can´t, you´ll come

around again.

 

Hope and fear…two pedals

of dualistic mind´s bicycle..

wheels spinning as the legs

are pumping, revolving like

a record of our lives,

going nowhere.

Phrases FromThe Id

 

A.¨Let´s do this the right way!¨

B.¨We can´t break with tradition!!!¨

 

¨What am I, chopped liver???!!¨

¨No, you´re bacon bits…you add

a bit of flavor,

but you´re not a full meal.¨

 

Straight man, you provide the

inspiration for all the punchlines,

but you never get the jokes.

 

I have seen the mermaids texting

each to each.

I do not think that they will text

to me.

 

There needed to be another phrase

here at the end…

…too bad there wasn't one.

¨A. I. is stupid in ways we don´t understand.¨

 

Logically you could also say it´s smart in ways we

don´t understand. The common thread is we don´t

understand A.I.. Now we understand atomic energy.

We didn't until Hiroshima. It´s a lot simpler and

more easily controlled than A.I.. We know how

dangerous it is. We don´t know how dangerous A.I.

is or if we can even control it. If a robot can figure

out how to download information from a satellite

to upgrade itself and then it kills 29 people,

I think we´ve gotten our warning.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUb0ePX6Zbs

Birthday Poem To Myself

  

Happy Birthday, Myself.

Seventy four years ago

suddenly, there you were.

It took most of that time to

figure out what was what.

It took time to see Myself

as the fabrication,

the amalgamation,

the simulacrum,

the artifice artifact

of the play

in which the truth is revealed

to be a mirage, dream, hallucination,

notwithstanding it had a birth

and will die.

 

So, Happy Birthday, Myself,

enjoy going along with the show

that must go on.

Ubiquistan

 

Ubiquistan is my country.

It is everywhere all at once,

so, I´m never far from home.

 

I recognize peoples and cultures,

but not national boundaries,

in as much as I can.

 

The problem in the Vietnam era

was, we were asked to be loyal,

not to the American people,

but to the government, which

was doing stuff the people didn´t

want. SAME AS NOW.

 

P.O.O.. Power over others.

The more you know about someone

the easier they are to control.

 

Yes, the MATRIX is all around you…

has been since I was a boy…

but it´s stronger now

harder to see through…

evil vampires made it so.

 

Your credentials don´t matter to me.

How are you as a person?

Are you genuine or a poser?

I don´t have time for the latter.

 

Yes, Ubiquistan is my country…

it is everywhere there is genuine

love and compassion,

which, is everywhere…mixed up

with the rest of the tamasha, sure.

But you know it when you see it.