(I just woke up from a dream, this is an attempt at writing it down right away. But writing down your dreams is really hard to do. This is not a commentary, this is an honest attempt at recollection. Sorry for the crappy way it is written) Walking into the cityscape Three of us hauling … Continue reading Woke Up (rough, rough, rough draft.)
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You thought it was a dark age... But today it has truly begun. You say, “where is your evidence?” My reply... There is none!
Frog Visits The Hot Pot; back in the lower 48
(crappy writing, just an outlet) I left my cabin... I want to go back to my cabin... This is sheer madness !! Even the smart people are dumb Can you please quit complying! Quit believing such obvious lies! Of course not, its not obvious, if you can’t criticize It’s gotta be me... I’m the enemy … Continue reading Frog Visits The Hot Pot; back in the lower 48
Honk
Am I supposed to be saying something now? When others are telling you Listen well to love And fear your own hatred
More of my hypocrisy
So very tiredOf being controlled When I was youngSomeone would spray paint“Kill your television”On freeway overpasses How can we nowKill the tech? You see mePlain in hypocricy
Wagging Tongue
I wish I were a writer Who could keep notes Organize And present argument longer than a line But lo! I am a sponge Who absorbs the moisture of information Then rings himself out into the bucket Of the common mind But where do I wipe The fringes from where come discovery? I’m just so … Continue reading Wagging Tongue
Big Words
Neuroscience failsWhen it failsTo understand the failuresOf psychological operationsOn the social psyche One cannot justifyStaying the courseWhen it leads the whole worldOver the edge Is there no such thingIn the places of powerAs the powerOf being honest? Or perhapsNo ethicsIn scientific method? Hidden forever from true discovery…
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A poem for my family
It is my opinion Knowing that I can be wrong Here for discussion A mass psychosis event Or otherwise know as stories A belief in the mirror of reality How do I love? Everyone being a victim And perpetrator For all are deceived Old parables are smart I lay no claim to knowing the foundations … Continue reading A poem for my family
2nd Print
An open bookOr victimIt is the oppressionOne reasons with themselvesTo allow done to another No one can truly understand youThis I knowNot knowing myselfNo cause I could carryCould carry you justly People are significantThat’s my world viewEvery moment one to giveIt’s unjust; our fearUsed to terrorizeIn action IYour passionate victimAddicted to beautyBeseech wisdom(Beyond any mans … Continue reading 2nd Print