Is This Really Christmas?

For a query i muImagest present near this holy time of Christmas

To drone
or not to drone
is that not the question for all of us?

Whether it is nobler in heart and mind to show love and to give mercy
or to unthinkingly do what is one is told and murder the innocent without a backward glance of conscience
Ahh for who to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous violent criminality
or to export drones to create a sea of troubles as a false flag labeled as patriotic?

Is truth safe and secure exclusively american behind the impenetrable walls of two great oceans?
is it the blue pill taken on a daily basis with brainwashing 24/7 to keep one oblivious to the mountainous suffering we cause?
but a embedded MSN and nefarious government in cahoots with the arms industry
ensures that whitewashing is bleached upon our shores rarely to prick a nerve

ah Horatio what is thy bidding from thine lucidity of foresight
or is it that hindsight of repetitious insanity always circular and never linear?
to lie to steal to deceive to God and country simply for the sake of inflated profit?
what kingdom would one give up for the simple fresh taste of truth on the wind?

yet to know that so many crimes are committed by terrorism from above to hector and bully
when ‘bugsplat’ is a word used for splattered human beings still no outrage no tears no empathy
as wet mangled pieces of a child lie scattered on the ground and no one is held liable
and from this breeding ground of iniquity will a vengeful crop be reaped upon your children

What sayeth you and yours when you hear of such horror and odium paid by your betrayal of probity?
Do we send cookies and sweets to the troopers for their exploits of manifest anglo-destiny incarnate?
Do we groom our kids at the parades,singing pledges of obedience and acquiesce generation after generation
Do we pray for the dismemberment of our invented enemies in the name of God and Jesus most high and loving?

Does not one simply wake up and vie with these monsters for the sake of morality for this i deem so
and who is with me as i stand up and shout my disgust at abomination
where are the protests that should be filling our streets to overcapacity
no, those fine christian folk are at military parades or on their knees at church praying for victory by annihilation of the ‘enemy’

As i run screaming into the night with my soul twisted into an unloosen-able knot
as my heart slashed into a thousand pieces by the screams
by the traumatized filled eyes of the victims who haunt my conscience
with a adhesion i will never cannot ever escape from

for when i do leave this place and i pray soon
my first action is to throw up a million years of atrocity….
And then beg for a million times
that i never am required to return…

Epigone

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Each of us at this juncture inside this holographic dream then and now

One by one from the beginning of pond scum, panspermia and far beyond

Alone here by a path self-made by every step trod

Walk in darkness, tell me what you see?

 

We tip-toe upon the shoulders of giants

Just another insignificant flea

Gazing over the mysterious panorama

What now do you believe?

 

We stroll together, yet alone in our gloom

Billions upon billions blind but to a dime

Sprites flash as angels far above us

As we reach to grasp the fading afterglow of ethereal lucidity

 

We speak to each other across a gulf within this great obscurity of self

To find comfort and belonging outside another impenetrable shell

From the fear of an inevitable demise that is our greatest mystery

So we pine for our heroes of yesterday in myopic nostalgic melancholy

 

 

 

The bracing bite of a squall assails one and all

So we clothe ourselves in the skins of ancestral apparitions and the revered

Frost-bitten beaten red and black we trudge on through the howling wail of voices we almost discern

Still& silent transfixed huddled by the fire the young the old we stare into the embers begging for the voice of fallen kin …whispering

 

Heroes of lore like che- schweitzer-mlk-rachel corrie-victor jara –manning-snowden millions more

Garner deeds and voices echo in cadence rattling our conscience as we lay laurels at their memories

Resonance pulsates along spider web connections sparking inspiration

Rise up and take their place or shuffle away in shame

 

We are simply after-born

The latest layer of copies diluted and filtered from a flawless jolt

Do we bow before adam and eve

The launch of this mythological hokum

 

Ah, but to do the family name proud

To gather at holidays to argue and show off

Reflections of a mirrored-self but merely delusional illusion

Are you simply in love with yourself or do you distain such pretentious superficiality?

 

As faint copies of billions what is left?

The accumulated sum or aging process to extinction

We are 6 of 100 and do we continue after this

Is history a dusty forgotten page to be discarded or embedded forever by strings?

 

Is our untouched unhallowed fallowed future

Back to the immersing swirling broth

As we age as a species down accumulative flaws and errors

Till we dead end at extinctin like everyone else

 

Not just the accumulation of layered greatness laid down by our idols?
we pine for yesterday and our ghostly champions  in our guilt of our shame and regret

As we clothe ourselves in their skins

As we tread where they’ve have been through their eyes we attempt to see

 

 

As we become faint dissolving copies translucent fading decaying

While an event horizon is just up ahead

Is our destiny a transfixed date with a technological or evolutionary singularity?

 

We reach for the stars stretching our grasp

Stuck in mire we war upon ourselves

We can perceive even the strings of the micro

But can’t see the equality if every human being

 

We scream for personal justice and freedom

While inflict injustice on our neighbor to steal

As we allow ourselves to be imprisoned under lock and key

We bow before a constitution while we shred it to pieces

 

We marvel at our self-serving magnificence

While we pray to mythological maker for more more more

Driven by an addiction of nefarious desire

This collective evil of simple selfishness