Hieronymo Is Mad Again Part Deux

What do you know that is the truth?

Fear of the unknown is, in fact, fear of knowing.

Adherence to norms is the slavery that controls.

Hypochondria the sideways side effect.

“Are there aliens”  a conspiracy, a goofball idea,

or a distraction from what’s real, or reality.

If only you take the time and use your eyes

rather than wallow in complacency, but maybe

I’m forgetting something…testing semantics 

comes with a risk of being right, scaring people,

what artists always risk because the reaction to

the play of words is where the truth is revealed.

I have nothing better to do…at least it’s true

for me, the horror of intent, or, its possibilities.

We’re all in reality, however clearly we see it

or not. It’s up to everyone, whether we like it

or not. Are we wearing a straitjacket?

Do we even know?

Sorry to be so so very very, but it’s all I do.

Wasting my time eaten up by longing to

communicate like all the open hearts before?

My thunder is only background noise to the

story unfolding as I write.

Can you feel it, Dave, civilization’s core in 

jeopardy, it’s soul being buried in an avalanche 

of meaningless triviality?

The bad news is the good news, the place to start:

“Life is suffering.” as the Buddha said.

If you realize this truth you might get off your ass

and try to find out why, the path that the enlightened 

ones took.

So don’t blame me or even thank my “just words”.

Whatever reality, truth or hallucination, you experience 

is yours alone.

It’s yours: “Why then Ile fit you.

Heronimo is mad againe.”