Killed for

Usurped for
Order ab Chao

Simple Symmetry
Replaced by
Complicated Circuitry

Gentle Waves
Destroyed by
Tesselated Tracks

Re-imagined as

Re-formed as
Clockwork Orange

Recrafted for

Plowed for

Traded for

Sell, sell
To the sorry souls for
A song

Awe to Exploit

I sat silently on the boat
swaying its magical dance
the foam lifting
the salted splashes soaking
The wind boggling and buoying
shifting and roaring
bounding like a tiger
over a narrow moat

I sat alone in the wood
a witness bowed
sweetened even
like a feral kitten caught
by the scruff

Pitiful me silly pest
where I awe with no goal
they exploit and over-run
where I see whole
they see un-done
the tree of life
under their knife
Only systems to be re-mastered
in their never-ending quest
from sea to sea
and soil to sun

Roots lasting from long since
osage was our only fence
hedging secret gardens
whispering hallowed dreams
weaving lore
to the nature we adore

Where I see only life divine
they see only dollar signs
our trees their treasures
home to a thousand species
an oasis sought
brought to rot
by sorry souls
pulling tyrannical levers

Snob Appeal

Not Nietzsche nor Dostoevsky
Not even Shakespeare
Only free to shopping spree
Their lack of care over clear
Lowering minds one ad at a time

Glamorized, Desensitized
Label crazed and Icon dazed
Smacking mystified
Programmed and hypnotized
Calvin Klein is so divine
Madonna in Prada sheer refine

Stumbling through Babylon
Bumbling Humpty Dumpties
Substanceless fed by stress
Material girls
Boys with toys

Lulled by pharma
Dulled by drama
Diverting precious resources
Ignoring karmic forces

Memory Holed

Like they never happened
Like roaches in the basement
Their rotting carcasses
Swept under the carpet

We choose good times
Can’t you see the signs
No ugly allowed
Nor pain, nor facts
Just juggle those masks
To make us proud

Or display them loud
With a colorful tattoo
Pretending they weren’t taboo
And all is always fine with you

Whitewash and minimize
Feign by gaslight
Transfer and twist
Fog and spin
Such fun laughs
Never admit defeat
Then rinse and repeat

Scream them harmless
Shun she who reminds you
With a potent cue
To fill your brain
With only
The vapid, fake and inane

Truth is for troublemakers
In our realm where
The Mythmakers reign
She most stuffed with happy lies
Wins this lifelong game

Backseat Driver

Toxic femininity
She’s not going to do it better
She’s going to tell you
You’re doing it all wrong
Mansplaining quite a blessing
When superiority comes not in deeds
But in pitiful pleads

Domination by guilt
Seduction through shame
You will confide to her your greatest pain
She will say you’ve misunderstood again

But I’ve been wronged you’ll plea
But you’re always wrong she’ll explain endlessly
She’ll say exactly how
You should feel about your day
Distract minimize redirect
Manipulate you with lies
Until your mind is fried
And your tongue is tied

Everyone agrees
The whole crew, tribe, family
It’s just YOU!

Swallow your tears
She demands
Run the gauntlet
She’ll scream
Then you might get to kiss our ring again

Diamonds finely cut she needs
Or smirks you’ll still receive
Tragic as it is you say
As she promises you
A fine fruitcake
On another day
All the while making you wish
You were somehow magically gay

Resistance Blooming Like Roses

Thorned beauties of civil disobedience
Reveal your mysteries
Through pricks of blood
How your scent seduces
Your shades beguiling eyes
Your petals whispering
Your pollen nourishing
But especially
The simple way you
Keep predators at bay

Here are a few of our thorny Resistance warriors, well worth a visit:

Geopolitics & Empire

Never Lose Truth

Ice Age Farmer

“Stakeholder Capitalism” Is a Trojan Horse for Fascism – SAVVY STREET

Alison McDowell & Rinat Stralhofer How Big Tech is Moving US From Human Beings to Internet of Bodies

I was planning to write a plea to anyone who’s reading me:
PLEASE, Don’t get the jab!

But, Decker’s done it better, and saved me the time.
Dispatches from the Asylum

“As you might be pulling out your hair over such inspiring good news, with local venues, corporate monstrosities, and colleges and universities telling you and your loved ones that you must be poked to enter their hallowed halls of illness, dismay, stupidity, lies, propaganda, absurdities,  and any information designed to end your ass, there are avenues opening where you can say…’oh yeah, fuck off with your bullshit’, and back up your talk with solid shit like this:
Form for Students Attending Colleges or Universities Requiring Covid-19 Injections – via
Form for Employees Whose Employers Are Requiring Covid-19 Injections – via
Vaccines and the Law – via
The ground work for each of us is there.  All that is needed, is to realize that these government and corporate dopes, are nothing more than the bullies you encountered back in high school – and all that is needed to end their tyranny, is a back bone – which God, Mother Earth, or the Committee of Dolphins who started this circus, imparted to you upon birth.”

Decker offers up a musical selection after every post, but I don’t have such knowledge for that, and don’t wish to be an exact copycat, so we offer instead a funny face.

Bubba, giving Free hourly lessons in Chill

Artists as Parasites

Life extension more crucial than life intention
The high elevated past the sigh
The spring delegated to the step
Death pretension usurps God’s invention

So fitting the jokers poke the setting
Sucking fun from battlement losts
Spurring laughs from the abject dafts
Sweating magnificent obelisks wetting

Strutting like ambulatory prions or
Windsor peons
Wafting in the surge of basic bitches
Singing perils as joyful witches

Milling about among Egyptian craters
Claiming your space larger than cryptic criers
Grasping at claims by abject liars
Building on fames of moon-swept baiters

Fulfilling the dreams of ancestral vampires
Projecting a screen of mastery
Dancing a dream of bombastery
Exploiting the human joy of desires

Presenting as Lords
Ready and willing to destroy
Over the hoards
Setting yourself as decoy
While still in deep bow to your

Miners of the Universal Mind

The poet creeps through passing time
The painter sweeps up every rhyme
The crafter weaves a vein of gold
As musician strikes the molten load

Descending together
Tight on their collective tether
Marking all celestial signs
Looping ‘cross forbidden lines

Troubadours pine on resinous lies
Dancers key on resonant chimes
Together tapping on infinite schisms
Gifting follies from dichotomous derisions

The muse resides there below
Forever chirping ‘bout her great glow
In a bottomless pit with ghouls fervently lurking
But from time to time, when her mood’s just fine
She’ll let you escape
With a tiny sip and solid lift
As her canaries each morning
Sing last notes as you’re climbing

In the abyss frauds will linger
How could they not?
When fawning clowns sense their rot
Clawing, snorting, taking by force
Palpably disconnected from true source

Spreading their filth, collecting their souls
Their lives but tasks beneath flimsy masks
Hardly miners at all merely flees and ticks
Surface parasites painlessly flicked

Away, just as you should
To chime and feel fine at
How tight is your line
When to the light you emerge to
Find your home in the shade
Of all the treasures you’ve made
With all those tiny sips saved

From infinite journeys below and above
Viewing specks of stars through the leaves
Marching ants through the trees
Fields of flowers full of bees
Igniting Infinite
Creative sparks of spring

Those of the miners’ great faith dream
At work all through time and space
The artist as witness of divinity’s trace
Forever re-pollinating our Universal case

Love: Sweet & Sour Style

The lie did bow that deep
Down even deeper than the root
Five score, maybe more
Valentines in vain

Show me anyway
The tiniest hairs remain like
Star flakes raining
Creating leaf cakes glazing
Hearts in rosy butter and
Hallmark clutter

Lie more pretty still
Pepper then mint me
Sing my praises in chocolate nibs
Through marshy mazes

Play the lyres licking
begging, kissing
As liars kicking
My heart in
Eternal echo

Or, lay down your lies
Let Atlas shrug
Find your sweet relief
At last between my
Physic-psyche flow
Souls at once aglow
Grasping not at passing straws
Captured wills
Rippling, diffusing, disintegrating
In the dragon’s claws

Show me your electro-magnetic rainbow
The strongest threads
The thickest webs
Grasped in bitterest despair
While you stay stoic
Gasping for air

Show me how best is your worst
In a grand but joyless burst
So I may bake your claims into pies
And serve them up
Smothered in lies

Exiting Stage 9

Clipboard Sexy
Visionboard Worthy
6th sense blocked
4th gear cocked

Flexed rhythm
Stacked schism
Minced rather
Than forgiven

Once upon a savage time
She tried
But lacked the luster
Required then
Lost the line

Ancestors fought
But lied
Now not a fine
Lot cries
Threads ferry
Fears through
The soil of time

Crossed souls
Lament blessed
Tolls toiled
Left marred
Along the
Path Left
Stage Nine

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