Random Words

Is dis a poem?

Feeling good…Sagittarius moon…

sitting on top of the world,

sitting on top of the word.

Have you  heard?

The bird is the word.

Some say the word is love.

The brainwashing extends to the arts.

The arts are there to wake us up.

How many young people have read a poem,

seen a play?

Entertainment, infotainment,

the controllers want you to believe

in Disneyland,

in The View.

in “reality television” (an oxymoron),

in super heroes,

in music with no message…

it’s all the same as Hitler’s brutish aesthetic;

there’s nothing there to challenge the mind.

No joy in Mudville.

A little aimless wandering to wake the senses

is in order.

Look at the world you are part of:

it’s not on your television,

on your iPhone,

in your computer.

A.I. won’t save a soul.

Maybe the Luddites were right.

Technology has replaced belief in God,

Scientific Materialism,

(not that belief was ever much help).

Pigs eat what’s in front of them.

Humans should be better than that.

Too many sheeple, subhumans,

ignorant fools.

Contemplate, ponder, think for yourself.

The pendulum is swinging.

Waking up is hard to do.

Space aliens are the least of your worries…

you’ll know about them soon enough.

The government says you’re not ready,

not ready for the truth.

If not now, when?

The Bible says it’s the time of Revelation,

which means the time when truth will be revealed.

Could happen…will happen…sooner or later.

People will be shocked.

They won’t want to let go of their little world.

I’m not kidding.

It’s my job to inform you, as the third rate

prophet I am.

You think prophets are what you read about in stories,

but they exist now and always.

Bob Dylan was a prophet.

The Beats were prophets.

Blake, Yeats, Eliot were all prophets.

The Open Theatre, the Firehouse Theatre, 

Broom Street Theatre, all were prophetic.

I sit on the sidewalk, dressed in colorful clothes,

in prophetic silence, as a sign.

Fill in the blanks

of your mind.