Sunday, June 26, 2016

Shhh... here's a secret

I have a secret of a big, fat, lie
said the crazy wasp to a butterfly.

Just go with the flow or an eddy and find
in a plausible structure, rhythm and time.

Stay safe and stay stupid, I've stung you
and still... I will sting you again if you
speak of free will. Take a pill or a swill
and shut your mouth and be still. C'mon
behave like you mean it, you do know the drill.

Nooo, I know and I saw it and in that eddy
it's caught, yet the flow isn't easy unless
the mind is bought. Give it to whom? 
I'm aghast.  Humane humanity
doesn't need a blueprint.
If that's what is offered
take your unique life and sprint... fast!

The cloned spirit will always shoot first,
with no understanding necessary. Just following
orders to the tee. Psycho-psychlops at it's worst.

I tried to share the secret, but it's really hard,
between the good book and hard science
there are no flowers in my yard. I look to gentle
souls who dance and like themselves with glee,
and smile to think that they are one with me.

Unique and free.

But always there's a killjoy lurking in clouds
and others hiding with their dogmas in their ugly
fearsome shrouds... their ancestors should be proud
in their pinstriped suits. Ha! Kidding, Shaa. Gadzooks!

Shhhh, said the dearly departed... don't say those words too loud.

The yap in the yard is the bard to be
as a singing dancing mocking bird
high in a tree, that a blackbird doesn't see.

That bird is a me of the we ... shhh, it's free.


Wednesday, June 1, 2016

An Opera of Oprah-her

Oh the memory of a meme, cried out
as a voice on a screen, a curious meme...
I cried with the rest, I could not rest.

People just want validation, so it
seems, but guts are bursting in
a girdled dream. Ah-hum said the
humbug in a lonely dream.

Validation is winning at best, a noble
notion and an infinite jest. I read so
i past the test, still here, so i'll finish
a jaded... well... not the best.

The women are swarming as infinite spies,
with powerful humming of wantonly sighs,
the Goddess they mocked with their corporate
lies and gathered a fold in sheepish disguise.

The wolf lies in wait for the foolish demise.

The power that waits comes from innocent eyes.

The children are coming and they know what is what,
and they cannot be trusted to the what that is what,
a trussed up facade that is sacred here, is a trussed
up facade that falls deaf to the ear, your words
are not relevant here.

Do not talk of validation to me, it's a word and a
place that's not valid... see?

I see, said the blind mind. It's not relevant to me.