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 extinction 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

 

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a pale blue dot

A pale blue dot

 

Do I matter?

What purpose do I serve?

Why was I put here or was it preordained millenniums ago coded in gnome?

 

Without memory, I crash-landed here in this space/time

Without knowing where I go when I leave if I will even be again, I know not

And the phase in-between just a fleeting whisper of an iota-moment alone, afraid, hungry, for love

 

What the hell am I inside this biological robot as I sit here behind the eyes within?

Do i platitude quotes and slogans atop the shoulder of previous giants

These echoing  voices  seemingly layers inside my dna?

 

We are, each of us

A myriad, a universe of trillions of bits of matter convalescing

Electrical and chemical micro filament’s convoluting…

 

a bionetwork of an ecosystem consisting of 3000 species

To learn that the I is simply a conflicting collection of we

This symbiosis is a collection of us called family

 

This family is a clan, a tribe, society, a nation

And how far can we go?

We are neither so wise nor important

We have not earned vanity nor ownership or a reflective image of Zeus

You and I yet as any speck atom or quark

 Are integral-connected-part of a wholeness

 

 We cannot reach nor grasp…is it beyond…

Every direction is perpetuity

Within and without….and that is most humblingImage

to drone or no to drone

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  give mercy

or to 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 exportation?

Is it the safe and secure 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 suffering we cause?

bu a complaint,embedded MSN and nefarious government in cahoots with the arms industry for profit

to come to a revolving door for a sweet cushy executive positions at retirement?

ah Horatio what is thy bidding from thine lucidity of foresight

or is it the hindsight of repetitious insanity always circular and never linear?

to lie to steal to deceive 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 human beings and still no outrage

as pieces of a child lie scattered on the ground

and with fanfare a general will come to town with sheep to slaughter and beg for forgiveness with great fanfare

and then next week the same crime is done a few towns down and this time a condolence payment is the bribe

what sayeth you and you for us and then when you hear of such horror and odium?

Do we send cookies and sweets to the troopers?

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 probity…for this i deem so

As i run screaming into the night with my soul twisted into an untyable knot

as my heart slashed into a thousand pieces by the screams

by the horror filled eyes of the victims who haunt my conscience

with a adhesion i will never can never escape from me

for when i do leave this place

my first action is to throw up a million years of iniquity….

And then beg for a million times more

that i never am required to return…Image

vision of humanity

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Someday I see a time when all of this planet becomes one nation
A species living in harmony by symbiosis
A race no longer at war with itself
The community of humanity united by their love not separated by their hate

I no longer see the extremes of rich and poor
The inequity of the have and have not’s
When a population is no longer consumed by its hedonic pursuits
Its fidelity and allegiance is to humanism and compassion, tolerance and unselfishness

A vision of humanity
By which today you say I am just a wide-eyed dreamer and unrealistic
But I state unequivocally that this day is nigh and coming bright as a mid afternoons sun
Though you may not perceive it since it is your reality that is a temporal allusion

At what time humanity discovers its humanity
Is no longer a mass of locust consuming blindly into obesity
When we clean up our mess
Return this place back into the garden that it once was

This day is irrefutable because it is inevitable
Faith is the strength but foresight is lucid as chi
For are we destined for goodness not evil
Are we not scattered seeds of an immeasurable maker?

Within each and everyone of us
You deem judged the most vile to the most divine
We are all destined to walk the same path
And that path is back to the source of the infinite cloud
To the Dao, maker of light

And what amazes me by far
Is this future so few embrace
At the tips of their fingers and they feel it not
In front of their faces and still they see it not
But I know its there just as surly as you are here and I am not
It is you, understand?

The Kingdom Of Heaven

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The kingdom of G_D resides within your heart

It comprises the good deeds you do and are then silent about

The kingdom of heaven is mercy and justice and compassion

It is the underlying theme of the highest principle of our edification; unconditional love for everything

 

The kingdom of heaven is a seed of light within that only you can bring forth to birth

For it is how you follow truth as you walk the path of the golden rule

It is when you eschew anger in the face of rage

It is how you reject materialism and self-indulgence, as one instead embraces self-sacrifice

 

The kingdom of heaven is boundless borderless yet encased in grace

No one is chosen nor kept out since one and all are welcome without bias or favoritism

For this kingdom has neither gates nor doors nor walls no admission fee

It is accessed by the waking of your soul

 

You then walk free into the kingdom of G_D

If you break the bonds of the imprisoned

If you speak out with the voiceless, strive alongside the oppressed and suffer beside the victimized

When you witness and testify with nonviolent noncooperation those who argue with the sword

 

As you love thy enemy to be more than just a friend, to be your brother

When you advocate for the neglected and abused

As you love one another beyond just your illusory blood-ties

You are within the heart of heaven

 

As you own nothing but the borrowed breath of your lungs

As you take no more than the need

As your desires dissipate into nothingness

You are living in the kingdom of heaven

 

When you transform a tear into laughter

When you resolve a quarrel with reason nourished by empathy

When you resist not evil by not feeding it

You exist in the kingdom of heaven

 

When you’re taught to see by the blind

As you listen for the deaf

Where you walk alongside the lame

When you learn from the innocent

 

That true happiness is never found in the pursuit of  mammonism

It is rather the choice of action to an exemplary purpose & commitment to an altruistic cause

This fidelity becomes the caliper of your faith, which is the measure of your worth

You there upon become the kingdom of G_D…within/without-whole

The Lantern of Guantanamo

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From scarp pieces of cardboard
from refuge of discarded paper with a used water bottle
from the phoenix of a great horrible crime committed by the ‘good guys’
something made by blood, sweat tears fear and yet courage

A lantern of freedom and light
peace and hope from hearts worn and torn from torture
remember the iniquity done to these human beings just outside your shores within your laws?
pray that they may be released like it was promised years ago

Our great leaders who hide behind a polluted flag
know that their release who bring out a light to the dark crimes at Guantanamo
ah Guantanamo such a lovely place with warm beaches under the Caribbean sun

What would you do if you were falsely imprisoned
you are in prisons for 11 years without charges
yet you are legally allowed to go free
but they wont let because they cant find the money to realses you

Out of sight out mind
is how the government wants you to believe
and the media goes along for the ride since they’re on the same page
back to the fluff and ameircan idol.. worship…support duh troops

Let its light fill up your heart
allow the light to warm and bring you peace
then stand up and call your reps
Let us finally do the right thing and let the prisoners go home….

principled rejection of eleven years of indefinite detention without charge and abusive conditions of confinement,”

This hunger strike, like the many before it, was triggered by an arbitrary crackdown by the Guantanamo prison administration and is driven by the existential torment indefinite detention produces.”

current hunger strike has steadily increased in recent weeks and, according to the Pentagon, now includes more than 30 of Guantanamo’s 166 prisoners, half of whom have been cleared for release or transfer.
Farah disputes the official numbers of hunger strikers. He said he has spoken to prisoners who told him “all but two [of about 130] prisoners in [communal] Camp 6 are participating in the strike.”
“Those two are old and have medical problems,” Farah said.

Prisoners who refuse nine consecutive meals are classified as hunger strikers. Eleven are presently being force-fed by Guantanamo medical personnel, through a procedure that has been described as torture

march march march…

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What a splendid patriotic parade as we waved cheer to the troops
marching to fight for freedom, contracts & Wal-Mart
what a lovely cavalcade of singing christian children & the band, ah, the military band was on fire
speeches cascaded from the politicians with inspiration & motivation as the army advances while the rich stay home counting bullets and silver coins
our flags magnificent, our pride ascends to reach & tickle heaven as God marches too, for he blesses our side
Watch the shining marching soldiers like army ants to a slaughter hut two three four
see their shiny guns sparkle & sparkly boots gleam in the sun stomping all those nonbelligerent victims
as they go south north east and west round & around
to stamp through & shoot true anyone to anywhere the politicians says do
Now hear the hymn of battle, ah so glorious and stupendous squealed the erect generals
thumping, searing bombs blasting through walls, bones and skulls
hearken to the harmony of the screaming wounded, cheer the moans of the traumatized & the children
listen, can you taste the sweet melody of war?
Such glory and honor we are so privileged to support like clapping monkeys
as the reaper rides along on a pale horse broad-smiled & salivating
then when we go home safe & so secure from the sacrifice of killing machines
tonight teach your child well about loving thy enemy and then raise him to kill him for a $
Thank the troops for killing without thought nor care any who dares to resist our devinity & national interests
thank the politician for being a puppet for the profit hungry plutocracy that owns us all lock, stock & barrel
thank your parents who have not the guts nor brains to question iniquity
nor ponder this cyclic odium who should know better
thank yourself for going along with peer pressured pandorum…who are you to disagree? do what your told…your…free…?