The invasion had
lasted little over a week, when the
In the next
months the American general placed the best equipped army in the world in bases
around
The armored columns deployed around the country’s national government buildings, various city halls, and the police academy barracks. There, and in any business that served the invading Americans, bombs exploded timed to murder the most troops possible, leaving pools of blood and scattered limbs lying in the wreckage. But, the Republican puppet-president, who deliberately lied to start the war, said we were on the right course to win the fight against terrorism; but, instead, it destroyed another Democracy.
Americans,
stamp out terrorism!
Americans,
steal
Eventually, the
American army occupied and controlled only a small part of the country. They kept control of the all important oil
fields, which they constantly patrolled.
And, they tried to establish a puppet government, which the
LIFECYCLE
In this greed driven world,
they’ve created a monster
that’s destroyed them. And,
it’s the monster that gains,
while the people rot;
ruthlessly exploited
till of no further use,
the rapacious monster devours them all,
tormentors and tormented alike,
leaving a wondering silence.
THE
Dedicated to – Hey Joe, (where you goin...)
- There where 12 tribes in the Old Testament & 12 Major Prophets, too. -
I
The Western reaches of the Empire sinks into night;
gulls fall silent over some precipice of condos and hotels,
on the empty rectangular surfaces fenestras dim from sight,
as a church sign darkens before vanishing among the visual clutter,
like the young radical right prostitutes’ nearly empty beer bottles on the motel’s table.
From the nearly deserted street a passing patrol car’s lights
cut through darkness, like a beacon, warning of unseen shoals hidden in the night.
Swaggering across the dirty beach away from the vast wet
sea, a bird struts in pretended nonchalance, as others begin to gather,
opposite from where the people park and congregate. A sign states the usual beware.
The birds bicker and taunt, while others demonstrate signs of stress.
The street lights glisten in rain drenched weather,
like another self-absorbed species on the beech, they’re formally spaced
in great pools of light surrounded by the devouring gloom.
Its wet and cold. The field of vision is dominated by neon lights,
whose dominate theme is conspicuous consumption; all along the main strip beer joints
are on parade before relatively empty sidewalks. The heart stops dead outside the room,
the light shines blood red from the intersection and oozes down the darkened streets.
The body sits bolt upright, stiff as a corpse it peers at the noise and confusion on the slot
machine, briefly animated lifts an eyebrow before collapsing into a gloomy indifference.
It’s strange to think about surviving, but that’s what happened.
Everything shines polished and bright, in vast fields of tarmac where darkness towers
in spite of
accounts for the vanished folk, their smiles, and laughter,
and myriad other things that life entails,
and how they’re irrevocably altered by deceit and power;
motivated by fear and hate, the ones who’ve been starved and coerced,
extorted and corrupted, while others who were set up have taken flight;
later it was learned a statistically impossible event had occurred,
they ALL fled, and to the same PLACE, where they were corruptly reeled in,
for a generous tax free bounty of course -
besides, what fanatic would ever inform, on fellow extremist’s iniquities -
by newly recruited members of the radical right,
who were so irrevocably wrong,
orchestrating the immoral-criminal show that apprehended contrived murders, and
made society safe, while gaining influence
and splintering the country’s largest ethnic voting block;
and, the loved ones who had suddenly vanished from sight
were somehow discovered in the vast Western wilderness – dead,
by those who miraculously knew just where to go to find them!?!
Its freezing. And, the heavy rain’s sad, sibilant sound
is enough to make you feel fear, like a stark palpable presence;
and, near what suddenly appears in a torn cloud, as a diamond in the dark,
is only a star – diminished by the vast distance of space. Abandoned on the beach
a broken kite, a child has lost, its fragile colorful shape has set
shattered, and emerging from the twisted wreckage
a cross entangled in a rent fisherman’s net.
Strange are the workings of fate. The sea shells strong and pungent.
II
Like the eagle that soars high over the barnyard
to survey his vast domain and stretch his mind and imagination
only to see the ties that they would tether it to, perched on a velvet gloved steel fist,
or, now a racehorse yoked to a junk man’s wagon;
I fly free experiencing my own thoughts and desires.
A step necessitated by the legions of living dead,
and the crowded city streets filled with mutilated and deformed bodies,
who hurry along as best they can handicapped by their amputated limbs
who all wish to help, by maliciously mutilating me;
and, the acrid stench of burning flesh and hair that’s carried on the air
from all four quarters of the compass,
while the world is consumed by shadows;
I pause at least twice daily for silent prayer!
And, from my eagles solitary height, I perceive the infinity derived from six points.
Like a contemporary Odysseus, like six Chinese brothers of old,
I’ve performed extraordinary feats and passed Cerebrus,
though like
about the cost of knowledge and wisdom;
and, bailed when I found out on Cerces’ Isle, what it did to men.
And, then the cold wet sojourn back into the waters,
which was supposed to turn my days into so many sepulchers;
and, set a course that followed my heart
back into the distant high county.
Below stretched out expansively miniature cities
along serpentine rivers that all looked similar,
and dirty clutter accumulated along the webs of roads, where buildings sprouted
and cars scurried, like insects in the diminished world,
in formal oppression, near and far,
lined up like a scripted game, more like a play – theatre of the absurd –
about to fold, bankrupt morally, economically, and intellectually;
the armies of the night pretended their acts, but the blood and costs,
they were real enough, and they were dirty and disgusting.
And then, some one decided to clean up.
Everything went dark. Darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife.
And, life in our fair cities became existence in an open sewer, where wrong was right;
and, people became, well ...what they were.
The machines droned on rhythmically, and my head ached, but only when one thought.
The most stupid were picked to lead,
and, as time surged backward, the world lurched hard to the extreme right;
and, people dressed in uniforms, with shining black boots,
and, everywhere became number one, or at least above average.
Though what number one was, was never explained,
in a world that had suddenly become devoid of light.
And, everyone was reduced to a lowest common denominator,
and, they were always filthy, no matter how often they washed.
I suffered chronic pain, felt tired and prematurely old.
I went to bed, when I woke it was dark outside.
The large screen TV’s had strengthened their deadly attraction,
everyone sat in front and just stared straight ahead,
while learning what they thought about everything –
except each and every thing was a lie!
I looked at the new heavens devoid of stars and the moon.
I looked at the new earth, it was naked of color,
all was vague black forms embedded in vast swirling seas of gray.
The earth lay about in utter desolation
everything was turning into the consistency of dirt and ash – as dead things always do.
III
Being the basic fundamental state of things,
solitude serves dualistically as solace and mentor, & it teaches us life’s essential lessons.
How happily I float above my shape, whose weight is welcomed by my easy chair;
and, I feel grateful for the clothes warm softness, while the sensations of this moment
seem to be my life. Meanwhile, in the conspiratorial dark, my limbs
seek some form of understanding with the chairs lethargic cushions.
A comfortable beige pattern of material covers its hard wood skeletal system.
And, my mind serves as a blue sky background,
where ideas scoot across transforming like so many clouds beneath a heavenly canopy.
Its cold and wet. In the grocery store’s busy parking lot,
someone’s face is harshly framed in headlights,
they appear, something like a Goya woodcut depicting the Iberian campaign,
embedded in the deepening darkness.
The illuminated store front appears like a large aquarium,
a sparse smattering of small shrubs, whose tokenistic texture of foliage softens
the effect of the stores’ snapping jaw doors
and the searching glance of the random passing headlights.
Perched disdainfully above, looking distrustfully down on its feast
of customers, sits an inquisitional WinCo sign,
which buzzes pagan red. In the lower class parking lot
vacuumed once every morning, the littered lot
is a lake of conspired comments comprised of shared confidences.
Unable to reveal a jeweled Swiss timepiece to this dull lot,
a listless breeze and steady boring drizzle flattens the fatigued soggy paper,
the torn propaganda and obsolete lies of a hypocritical world
wedged in the incongruous barrier of a baby carriage.
Gripping his toy gun a little soldier prepares to meet tomorrow,
a memorial for the last war. In dull surprise a tire scrapes against a concrete curb,
before departing in a diminishing series of circles down the dirty street.
An exhausted sign creeks its chamber of commerce message, in logo and script,
to the
The sea comes in at night leaving its presence marked
like a hyphon at the end of a line on a page of a ridiculous,
false, blustering, beautiful phrase, leaving its remains
on the beach to dry and disappear in its redundant dichotomous motion,
a repetitive diastolic beating of the booming storm tossed surf
sending its hypnotic waves shoreward,
while a piece of driftwood drunkenly sways in the ocean
cradling debris that have been drifting since time began.
At the piers a few ships still remain of the shrunken fishing fleet,
some a windfall gesture, or rich man’s diversion
across a bitumen no-man’s land from the aspiring tourist shops,
hungry as the ubiquitous gulls that stare rapaciously out
if you should slip desiring to approach those tides
you’ll be viciously hit by several malicious gulls,
as you continue to fall forever towards those tides,
your body stiff as a corpse, but you’ll never make a splash,
all you’ll hear is the sound of distant waves.
IV
The transformation of Empires is integrally inter-related
to life cycles and rhythms of life, the power of ideas,
the negative impact of hard, sharp edged lies,
the torpor derived from bludgeoning people for years
with deliberate deceit ‘till they’re a human herd
reduced to their lowest common denominator,
the whole socialized sum of mendaciousness, the mystical way
whose parallels converge to a vanishing point in space,
and the straight lines that curve in space and continue to meet
at some distant event horizon.
And the change linked to bio-rhythms that are fractals,
like the Brazilian rainforests’ growth that are linked to the corroded linings of life,
in a world turned up side down; and, the enhanced utility
doubling its value if not its use, and, the brain atrophies,
aided by a hardening of the arteries,
till it’s a shriveled kernel hardening in its bone head universe.
In general all the external photons that strike neurons
housed in the eye organs activating chemical reactions,
whose timing doesn’t slow significantly with age
and retain their reduced regenerative powers
enabling them to trigger an absolute undifferentiated response, again and again,
or, if fortunate supple and pliant as a dream joyfully realized.
For transforming Empires are usually degenerative affairs
that rage from sea to shining sea, which extends to the offshore limits
and infinity and beyond – somewhere over the rainbow,
there exists, inside each of us a coelacanth
waiting to be discovered and, it resides beside it’s Siamese twin,
the wing waiting to be freed – while the stranger in the mirror
is somehow getting older, with thinning gray hair
and an expanding waste, for perennial adolescent styled clothes
that futilely ignore the plain simple fact that we grow old;
ah, the insults and absurdities of fate inherent in the human condition.
And, are linked to my decaying dental work
and, a diet growing strange, with grapefruit and prune juice
somehow finding their way into my shopping cart,
perhaps it happened during the growing intensity of black
when my hair turned a pristine hoar frost. Do you think if shows?
My wife wistfully grins and assures me – yes!
I still prefer my trusty ball point pen,
but, I must confess I enjoy editing on the computer
that my grown sons convinced me to buy,
and, as God is my witness I even enjoy the fact that it’s a lap top;
for, after all its still the Truth I search
into the we hours of the night,
lamp burning like a miner, laboring through labyrinths filled with darkness;
and, I’m performing my function as society’s conscience -
regardless of the eternal Truth: that if you want to be disliked lie,
but if you want to be truly despised, then speak the Truth -
developing my
with well worn words some hundreds of centuries past.
And, so must suppress my natural aversion & discuss the contemporary aspects of faction
with their fighter bombers, who violate the sacred domain of my clouds,
while they fly precisely towards their computer designated targets.
And, what I really need now, from the confines of my easy chair,
is to catch a passing recondite cloud and wash it down with a drink.
V
of historical accident and geographical imperatives
that have become blurred recently ‘till they run on and on,
in the devouring darkness mile after mile
with imbricate commercial ventures
speckling the spars ravaged by exploitive economic practices,
of an exhausted continent first discovered by fishermen
and old fashioned adventures searching for something not there, and beaver.
But, the industrious little beaver had the last laugh, pushed to the brink of extinction
so men could wear ridiculous looking impractical hats, it had the honor
to become a school totem and puerile allegorical dirty joke.
And, a double symbol for the state flag’s backside,
where it can be seen comfortably perched today
a cerebral animal one of few who through its own industry
and intelligence controls the environment for its personal benefit,
and the flag that depicts a wagon and the coast complete with symbolic shipping.
Rain, so much it seems to fall laterally, schools of sleeping people
descend on weekends, to drink, and gamble, and be reeled in.
A pitiful small black fly batters the bottom of a dirty window,
before it starts crawling randomly upward to the top, only to return
to the bottom, cluttered with tiny fly corpses, where it repeats the process
and proceeds on its journey towards the top, again and again,
baffled by an invisible presence, where its trapped
ambushed by Nature, bang in the middle of the 39th state.
Because, wale watching is a thing of the past, but it’s still popular;
and, it helps to ease the pain of the sundry ills, which accumulates with weary years.
If time is a panacea for boredom it’s only a specious concept
that functions as an accelerating constant, where we
develop insomnia and slowly climb up the years, one by one.
And, the flying dreams of one person serves as a sinister excuse
for its bell shaped curve’s polar opposite
to oppress and persecute, with heinous acts that transform into something wicked.
Raining. The last great experiment in Democracy,
cancelled on account of rain. A distant fishing vessel
blinks on an off on a rough gray sea, before being swallowed by darkness
and disappearing from the precarious precipice of memory.
In the great tragedy of our stupid time, the hard earned labor and wisdom of ages is lost;
it’s the individual whose murdered, by the Judas lead human herd, habituated for pleasure
and profit, which finally form an acquired taste; night after torn night, a sadomasochistic,
the serpent that used to proudly proclaim, “Don’t tread on me” – starts devouring its tail!
VI
Obviously, by now it’s too late to say farewell,
and so some parting common place
will have to serve echoing through time and space,
“its better to live in harmony with your time”, except
when you live in a stupid age, one of oppression and retrograded motion;
then, be true to yourself in thought word and deed
least you become something vile and false;
and, you lose your way, as your soul degenerates.
In way of “How come”, I write these words, scribed by hand,
loving their lyrical quality utilizing fricative counter points,
to achieve an occasional cacophonic dialogue
that uttered departs into the night,
there to expand, like an eloquent
I write surrounded by an absolute Empire
that extends circular, in a living fallacy,
which doesn’t understand what that means
and, having traversed two continents and wandered
over half the globe, as well as seen two oceans and swam
in the
I feel I can empathize what it means to be the Earth
trapped in its elliptical orbit with nowhere else to go.
Elsewhere the cold gaping abyss
and a handful of scattered stars remote across an achingly empty infinity.
Better to be a butterfly in reverse, ensnared in its cocoon,
the universe woven around itself built of its own secretions
waiting under raps for the prospect of emergence
whiling away quantifying experience, measuring infinity
with a holy trilogy past, present and future tense
carving into subjective slices
with
to be dissected and inspected with a few cognitive tools and states
and even fewer senses. Not, with paradigmatic blinders, thank you just the same;
but, perched on some giant’s aggregate shoulders
staring over an expansive stretch of dark sea without a sign of relief.
Night, a black feather descends.
After the failed revolution, which the vain driven cuckoos
are loath to admit it, and so they persist with the only thing that they know,
like the compulsive gambler who expects to recoup their loses on the next card,
and so their loses continue to grow mountainous.....The legions of subordinate tyrants
sinisterly close ranks, and the most extreme lean on their co-hurts
beating their shields, with the menace blatantly implied
but left unspoken, behind the malice of their exaggerated mendacious manners;
meanwhile, there‘s still the circus, cinema, and theatre to divert and confuse.
An exile once pointed out the concept of how flora has transformed and homogenized,
expanding clear across the globe based on the nature of profits, as indigent as the fauna.
High in the Night above the tattered ruins of the blueprint
the court has lost the ball, forget about dropping it;
and, not having a clue about how to proceed,
they muddle on, with the same worn out, thread bare, torn and tattered mistakes;
while, the scarred moon serenely gazes down at the pageantry at court,
a computer program’s dream, repetitive, binary, sparse, and not very bright:
and, utterly unsuitable for human habitation.
VII
Only, large locked cages are currently constructed
on stamp sized lots that look like condos
laced by a labyrinth of roads; only while under
a cannon barrage of applause do our fowl actors rise from their dead careers,
to perform a vampire part as puppet-president on parade,
while eulogizing over the foul fate of Democracy;
with current constrictions of wealth, only faction can leverage our prosperity for theirs
breaking not only Arcadian laws
but
shifting the weight of the world onto unobserved shoals;
and, only they get to captain the floundering ship of state,
knowing nothing of navigation, blinded by the fog
and over dependent on technology to compensate for their lack of ability,
which dictates a Titanic course that they don’t understand,
nor does the crew of base, self-serving, sycophants
who crowd around like dried out sponges,
whose only function is to loyally handle the dirt.
Turning a laurel wreathed head and pretending to be a Caesar,
and not intending to end up groveling
as
they dispose of essential characteristics like our inconvenient Civil Rights,
which is like discarding lifeboats for taking up too much space.
Our inconvenient Civil Rights burst like a bubble,
with the US Constitution left more perforated than Swiss cheese,
it’s dense as lead yet brittle as opaque glass,
and dirty as the pieces found embedded in the old fashioned sidewalks;
while, progress transforms into a destructive retrograded moving glacial sludge.
Waterfalls accelerate at a gravitational constant,
it’s a little like growing old,
while refracting light arches away beautifully beneath the taught blue Heaven,
as a ray does departing from reflecting hubris human mud.
Only fine translucent porcelain suspended from soffits
could appear so obsolete in iterative sequences,
computers and AI lend themselves to redundancies,
but could never make, nor appreciate multi-dimensional space
habituated by beauty like rainbows, sunsets and showers.
If you see one unique being, it instantly perceives a thousand, squashed in space,
mass produced units, but never in its most creative
surge of electrons could it perceive a rose complete,
with a gossamer winged dragonfly drinking in a diadem of dew,
smelling fresh and fragrant.
Freezing. Even as the shadow stretches transfixed as a grotesque across the wall,
insipid and anemic as it is, still it parodies a babies first step
and the parent’s beads of sweat upon the brow.
The potent pungent smell of sex is in the air....
thought looses its precise edge and becomes diffuse;
and, the mind becomes scattered and whimsical
grows soft as mush, in its hard soup bone, nutshell, exoderm skull,
our eyes are placed in proper bipolar focus, what we see is carefully placed on display,
and what we think of it is pre-determined for us, too.
To let one be manipulated to another’s arbitrary end, is unthinkable.
I sit on the ground, its hard as a skeleton.
When did it first become transparent, suddenly like a transparency complete
through which everything becomes quite clear,
that there were enemies surrounding you,
whose presence was always there, which they proudly proclaimed –
resistant I replied, “So is dirt, and that’s nothing to be proud about either!”
And, so it began, they were powerful; but, their power was limited,
to the ability to hurt others,
which couldn’t be done without destroying themselves, their faiths and the nation;
so, unnoticed they changed, always there,
they maliciously attacked their targeted victims – us.
They said, “This is our, which was all the rest and very best.”
I replied, “Let’s explore, and ran away,
while they remained fixed as shadows transforming
and being absorbed by darkness, a
modern
by stone sculpture enemies, I woke and dreamed of being,
in my quivering Isle of Light, I took my tea and observed the strange sights,
like the tyrant’s domain devoured by darkness.
VIII
Save these words for more future lean years,
times dark and cold, and filled with fear and hate;
there man survives, like a fish marooned,
trapped in a tidal pool, intent on survival,
it doesn’t notice it’s own cellular transformation,
fins that propel toward the sheltering shrub soon extend;
then, they grasp every opportunity to depart
at first, tentatively, towards the great unknown.
Predatory harpies and stalking griffins
sharp clawed and strong fanged beasts.
Fallen angels arrogantly strut their vices
sadistically crowing how they make life hell for others,
too, stupid to realize that they have to live there, too;
as do, the foul sphinxes, with empty questions and questionable hollow lusts.
To one who wades through the vast desolation
of darkness and heavy rains, to which one adds their personal pain,
their cherished sorrows extend from the questionable abuse of power,
whose ever expanding concentric circles always factor into zero at the equation’s end.
Even laconic space, where labyrinths words worm through
writhing to the center of the universe everywhere, now here, nowhere,
cocooned in its cold ether womb, the amazing iridescent sky.
It’s the journey that fashioned the shoes, just as steps made the path.
Everything transpires for a variety of reasons,
just as each word is weighed and savored for its various flavors.
And, the beautiful
the twilight and dawn portals between night and day.
Time is a topological measure, a geometric cover for space.
Its an epistemological construct, whose essence is idea,
the thought that interfaces with the external reality.
And, life, with its infinite varying pageantry, embedded in space,
carps as it evolves it from misunderstood paradoxes, through sad iterative mistakes,
like a dying bream gasping on the bank,
its eye more stark than the primordial states of being
one more piece of flotsam; a wave washed ashore – beached.
Superimposed chaotic days, pitied on entropic states
the sound of a word ringing bell like and lyrical,
a pristine morpheme striking a resonate harmonic deep within the ear,
like love, constricting the heart,
or, that universal symbol – a smile barely discernable in the vague gray fog
impacting the undulating landscape with obscurity
their dark forms soft edged and indistinct.
IX
There are some people who brood over life,
like night hovers, as a living thing, around streetlights;
and ideas pour in brainstorms from both the brain’s hemispheres,
as water might emanate from a spring in a continuous stream,
random nocticulae of life’s varied aspects –
down some great continental divide, undoubtedly nocturnal.
Its vast amorphous mass is unwieldy;
but, not so immense as to encumber both lobes,
a spinning top exposing
Occidental and
North and
with space and matter whirling around one central axis
alternating windows illuminated in passing.
Look at Chuang-Tzu sprouting branches of antlers
just as natural as any other of the myriad of wonders that greets us daily.
The varied refrain gushes from a cavern in the dark of a mockingbird,
the mockingbird flits from tree to tree calling to the lovely rose colored dawn.
to meet fate in the harsh glare of some colonnade,
flooding the future with unintentional consequences.
And, so it comes to you, in the insomniac hours of early morn,
missing your hard working form, how vast the living space is
that resides between the most intimate relations, my dearly beloved spouse.
And, beyond the
unless its cloistered on the far side of the moon, desolate and barren.
Regardless of the infinite distances,
because while your fluorescent reality is way over there,
the darkness still oppresses both of our days.
Still one solar source could create two smallish creatures
soon to meet, whose eyes will burst into blossoms,
and ears pulse with song; and, together, make something so fine, as love.
X
It seems that the hands dangling from the cuff are detached
my eyes notice as they sweep round the room, and a foot extends erroneously.
Transformations plot my relative
position this side of
that mysterious, aspired for, relative place, where all desires are realized.
And, no portal windows open on perspectives, with straight parallel lines
that converge into black whole states, with no expectations at all.
The sharp edged furniture sits abrupt, perceive the pen’s hard nib:
there are those cruel sadists who would blind disfigure and hurt.
And yet, the whole universe started from just one such point
complete, self contained and
static oh
where the transhumant herd ends exhausted, the drive over,
the voyage ended without ever hearing the heartening cry marking landfall.
Or, the end.
Or, that’s all folks!
Nothing is for certain, all is arbitrarily determined,
held together for a duration, and then disintegrates.
There’s nothing left of freedom, but the police following revolving hands.
The sightless eyes stare in the clock face, as drowning it silently sinks into a vast
bottomless void.
In
besides the beautiful distant chimes segment the beautiful peace.
Exponentiate all absences, and increase by a constant
the ache of absence, and then maybe you’ll have an idea
what its like in the stillness between ticks of the clock,
where a word echoes impaled on a carefully constructed phrase;
and, an expression or gesture that quickly slips away like a wave expiring on the shore,
or, silent shadow racing over the valley floor and mountain peak.
XI
Great issues gestate longitudinally, and reassert themselves,
intermittently littering the literary landscape with words and phrases
that ring like antiquity. So, too, do my iterative sojourns to the sea,
body wandering beside the expiring waves, viewing the ocean.
Its silver skin stretches smooth to the horizon
devoid of egotism its an expansive reflective mirror of the day’s darkness.
Its many varied thoughts are reflected on its transparent face
which spreads in fractured ripples democratically.
Depositing on the shore just like an expression inside its mind
flotsam from its age, a blend of refuse, love and dirty expressions
the fragility of existence shown in the painful limp,
as I slouch through the infinitely plastic space.
My youth’s semen’s fruition journeys further along the shore,
a bow plowing through time, each person his own harbor.
Darkness creeps out of the forested eastern hills,
as the ravaged Empire descends into night spiraling downward,
like progress and prosperity slowing in its helix bearing snails pace
sounding ancient when a phrase
springs
The precious treasures of our personal experiences, secretions of the intellect,
in a voice of one’s own echoing well worn words
and, exciting reflections, whose sound like the waves is generally dull,
except for one’s own of course, that serves to shape both the sight and sound
of all we see and hear – there’s so much of humanity that must be pardoned.
In the fog laden realm of time, fog horns mournfully extol, warning of the hidden shoals.
Mind numbing décor, if your lucky ostentatious homage to tasteless wealth,
oppressive they stifle any just appreciation and separation
of the shameful show going on outside your hollow door;
and, penetrate the thick ceiling of clouds,
there are those who erroneously feel that it conceals their infamy,
with gentle words that speak hard Truths.
The country continues to sleep, ignorant of the reign of terror,
as an avaricious revolution breaks on our shores.
A tinker should mend the shop keeper’s new antiques.
This country is ensnared in its topological map,
will it ever rouse itself from its slumbers in these listless latitudes
halfway house between equator and frozen single party North pole.
But, the knowledge of the nation’s varied vastness,
and, my own minor part in comparison, rocks me back and forth
like the waves that walk out of the sea and roll up on the shore
an ancient nursery that’s softly singing rock-a-bye...
And, if your door starts knocking as it faces these out of focus towns,
be wise and don’t answer, its sometimes who it claims; besides, that locked door
wont keep out what’s waiting on the other side....
XII
Silently, the door knob begins to turn.
A fish laboriously crawls across the spit towards the estuary.
Here we go again. I’m moved by feelings of compassion,
and point out a rough road less traveled.
In parting, I invoke that it have a nice trip.
It leaves, but moments later another fish is insistently pounding at the door.
He wares a suite and tie, and wants to sell me something,
or is it sign a petition, or make a contribution;
all night school visits my reef in a steady stream.
But, now I no longer answer, either my phone or the door,
I’m attired in a casual armor of indifference and ignore
the measured impertinence of the dull sadistic malevolence.
Sleep deprivation again. It’s supposed to reduce your will’s resistance,
and confuse an individual, to the breaking point, when their theoretically supposed to
explode;
with perhaps the prospect of a major system failure like a stroke, or coronary thrown in
for good measure.
Remember, “What ever it takes. What if they really meant it?!?!
Listen to the sea. It looks at times like a little wrinkled person
old and gray, whose life unfolds like a long rolling wave.
Each wave is unique, but paradoxically, they merge in a general vague uniformity.
And, the nights yawn open, revealing fragrant flowering trees and shrubs,
and ghostly apparitions, a
beautiful
Long, contrived, tedious conversations, with insidious intent
that are vacuous as long lives that are lies, with the thought of death a solitary beacon
blinking in the gaping vast blank and empty void....
But, through the vertiginous emptiness
I see solitary images wrapped in a soft swirling mist,
as if viewed through the wrong end of a telescope,
only this way can the poor herd of grotesques be endured,
or, for those weary with the ways of the world, high,
and seen slightly out of focus, with corrected vision.
In and out of small store reefs, slipping in and out of dreams,
where calculating dogfish circle seeking for someone who’ll stumble and bleed....
Look at your own reflection in a mirror,
now view those of your friends and enemies; and, you’ll find
that all humanity has its fair share
of frailties and faults to bear:
and, as such none of us shows up perfectly,
and as there will always be people you don’t like and who you’ll disagree with:
your potentially vulnerable and
you have no Civil Rights and
Unless we start today, demonstrating the wisdom to view others with the charity
that the radical right factional tyrants seem to be demanding to be reserved
exclusively for themselves.
All the essays and discourses are the express opinions of the author.
RUMOR MILL
XII
Faction: an inquiry into the social, political and economic consequences of the contemporary rise in faction.
Its
repeatedly been demonstrated by the radical right faction Republican Revolution
that the US Constitution anticipated the abuse of power by greed driven
domestic faction and their likely political targets would be the Presidency and
our elected Representatives in both Houses of Congress, who’d violate the
public trust. Further, the founding
fathers made every effort reasonable and prudent men could against these
contingencies. However, no human wisdom
could have anticipated the extreme concentrations of wealth that currently
beleaguer and threaten the nation. On
all sides of the political continuum from Communism and Socialism to Fascism
we’ve observed states that started out advancing the cause of freedom dead
ended in totalitarian dictatorships.
And, unfortunately, history has frequently demonstrated how Democracies,
too, have lost
We’ve
glanced cursorily at the four pre-requisite steps necessary for these injurious
prospects to transpire, and we’ve looked at the paradoxical Quixote efforts
behind the radical right faction’s efforts to oppress, besides old fashioned
greed and corruption, which has reduced our nation to this nadir political
state. Their import deserves our closest
scrutiny and culminates a year of reflection on the contemporary aspects of
faction in the
A
nation that has been the oldest and largest Democracy, and a land that’s the
leader of the freedom loving world these many years deserves a better eventual
fate than to suffer having its Liberties ravished and Civil Rights
usurped. But, stupid people who no
longer stand wary and ready to bravely defend their heritage deserve by direct
effect to be enslaved, because a treasure as precious as Liberty is a right and
responsibility to be earned and protected, and never complacently taken for
granted, while mere material wealth enervates us. The nation has thought that law and order
equated a protection not discerning the difference between
The
cradle of Western Civilization is the ancient Greeks. Their origins are wrapped in shrouds of
pre-history. The single element which
raised and exalted them above their larger and wealthier Eastern neighbors was
One
need not descend into greater detail to prove one’s point about the efficacy of
The American’s Liberty has gradually been stolen and our Civil Rights ravished since the radical right faction’s Republican Revolution and their deceitful terrorist attacks that spawned ill advised measures, like Homeland Security; but, the accumulated losses experienced by us must first be arrested and then reversed, because a nation’s Liberty can not be lost by domestic force, or through a process of fraud alone generated by the corrupt surrogates that are the willing tools of faction who displace and dishonor our US government, as they rule the land for their radical right faction’s ruling elite masters’ exclusive benefit and everyone else’s expense; our Civil Rights and Liberties can not be removed, without the collaboration of the people acting as accomplices; and, they that act as accomplices are corrupt people devoid of sound judgment. Our nation suffers the additional ignominy of receiving its yoke of servitude with only a minimal struggle in Congress, which admitted to basely receiving a President by fraud ratified by the Supreme Court; and, in that cowardly act that lacked all that could rightfully be characterized as honorable and considered as well reasoned America attained infamy. It is shameful to apathetically sit and be passive, but to be an active participant is to be an unmitigated fool and behave in an unprecedented infamous fashion. In order to become enslaved, this nation, in 20 short years accomplished what took decades for other countries people to be reduced by a long process of base servitude; we’ve become the most morally degenerate, most sadistic, the most stupid, the most perverse, the most cringing sycophantic nation of wretches whose impregnable ignorance ever disgraced humanity; for a force adequate to condition society to be oppressed and habituated to immoral-criminal conduct instigated by means of duplicitous double standards required a displaced right wing populist movement that degenerated into contemporary organized crime without even having the wit to recognize it, while the radical right faction dominated media-propaganda machine (Goebel style) practiced the art of the big lie announcing erroneous election results covering illegal wars of aggression and now lately trying to justify a nation built on informants by pretending that one of the arch villains of history was really a misunderstood angelic friend who wasn’t betraying for gold but was merely doing what he was told, and conveniently forget the gold that motivates the radical right faction’s subordinate tyrants as they rape, murder, pillage, and plunder, prostitute, pervert and child abuse sexually and physically the children they say their saving by conditioning them to lie and cheat and behave as vicious sadistic thugs, as if right can ever come out of a thousand wrongs – so long as its covered with a hypocritical layer of manners; nor can the process necessary to steal Liberty from us, be employed without the negative consequences, as again this month sees another Republican Congressman resign because of corruption charges, this one from Texas and holding a leadership position for the Republican Party in Congress, add that to the 20 on the last round of scandals who included Republican Party leaders, too, in a process of systemic corruption that has sanctified their iniquities and converted their very virtues into nothing but despicable vices. The result of 20 years toiling under the radical right faction’s Republican Revolution is the Greatest National Debt in the History of the World, the World’s Greatest Trade Deficits, tens of millions of uninsured, plummeting standards of living to Third World levels, three phony foreign wars of aggression, energy policies that support oil increases that result in cost push inflation, economic depression, stagflation, job flight, worse education for the majority of children that leaves them chained to ignorance and poverty afflicted futures, the most unfair and expensive health care in the world, and ongoing efforts to steal public Social Security and Medicare programs and replace them with private programs that only benefit the radical right faction’s business interests in the financial sector and the insurance industry, to only mention a few of the countless negative effects of the radical right faction’s morally bankrupt system that has among other disastrous accomplishments made wrong right and right wrong, and good evil and evil good.
It may be argued that the Democratic Party alternative disagrees about how to proceed in governing the country, maintaining public safety, foreign policy and domestic economic policies; and, they, too, have unintentionally promoted policies that served to injure American Liberty, by promoting a traditional model of Democratic government that was consistent with government by the people who generated programs that benefited people, instead of oil interests, and increased industrial-military profits and closed mineral and energy mutual funds and insurance industry based on increasing numbers of uninsured, or insured at the most expensive costs in the industrial world to create the most unfair health care system in the world and health care that’s ranked worst in the industrial world for children and families and is only one of three industrial nations to not have some form of universal health care. All of the preceding provides ample incentives to regain our lost Liberties, before the repeatedly advocated radical right faction Republican education proposals further impairs, by collective ignorance, the USA’s ability to correct its problems; if one considers the loss that tracking students into two groups, with 20% having better student teacher ratios and instruction models that doom the rest to lives of relative ignorance and poverty (like the Republican Party has been consistently advocating for over the last 10 years) merely because we were too stupid to realize that significant numbers of children bloom later in childhood and under the radical right faction Republican education models they will never get the opportunity to bloom at all, and further, that because of worse education due to less money available because of the staggering national debt and phony foreign wars and the resulting bad education models, the vast majority of citizens will be robbed of the education background and business experience necessary that result in the fact that people reach their peaks at various times, a few while young, many more at middle age, and still others as they mature and grow older, and the Republican plans stop the personal development and society’s efficient utilization of the majority of its citizens, and this will impair consumer demand, the production possibility curve and retard the rate of progress: all this will come from one stupid and incompetent radical right faction Republican measure – the bifurcated education plans of the Republican Party. The negative impact of the radical right faction Republican Revolution has had on education and the country is profoundly terrible. The fact that the radical right faction would reduce life for everyone, by forcing them into narrow little ruts whose worth is measured exclusively by the cheap labor they can provide for the radical right faction’s business interests; and, everyone’s uniform life becomes amazingly similar to that of an insects whose existence is only viewed in terms of how it advances that of the insect colonies. What an impoverished view of life, people are multi-dimensional miracles of life whose lives all fit together in an infinitely complex varied mosaic comparable to the universe in beauty, diversity and wonder. When one objectively examines products of the radical right faction Republican Revolution with their phony foreign wars domestic coercion, and educated ignorance who can not be overwhelmed by the incomprehensible corrupt delirium and self-serving delusion that has gradually lead them astray. Observing such systemic incompetent corruption, based on avarice, it’s a wonder that reason could be so completely overwhelmed by irrational emotion, ‘till society became habituated to debauched interests combined with coercion parading their popular Democracy around, like a modern king of fools; rather, than society jealousy guarding the public weal and our citizens’ Civil Rights, eternally wary of every extraordinary demand, and consistently constantly denying every ill conceived proposition whose aggregate impact resulted in the erosion of our Liberty and reduced the public’s strength relative to the radical right faction’s power, which was derived from the unchecked process of the constriction of wealth. The adjunct media-propaganda machine blinded the American public, who suddenly found itself not just teetering at the brink of a precipice, but already falling over the edge with labor markets and corresponding standards of living free-falling sacrificed by the avaricious radical right faction’s incompetent computer generated economic models, which hope to recoup in world markets what it looses by exploitation at home. But, it’s like a feast that devours next year’s crop of seeds, while warming itself by bonfires that burn down their own homes. The tyranny which daily demonstrates its impaired labor inputs by repeating the same worn out ploys, in order to compensate for their leaders’ and labors’ lack of ability who depend on computers to determine what to do, about issues to complex for them to understand, consequently society is over dependant on technology. We dispute about fundamental issues with a media-propaganda machine that thinks it cunning to lie, distort, and omit facts to the public that pretends to have differing opinions; while the issues discussed and parameters of looking at them are carefully predetermined in their staged media events with scripted participants whose function is to reaffirm what is already known, when in fact if we bothered to define our terms would discover we only vary about trivial details and within slight differences we basically agree; witness the current campaigns where select candidates collect a designated amount of money and than are directed to the media’s airways where they tell the public what they’ve literally been paid to tell them. This is to lead the public with known deceit in order to cheat, rob and oppress. Obviously, by not attending to the Truth and deliberately reducing the viable alternatives we impoverish our Democratic process and doom ourselves to pursue less than optimal solutions. We need to practice ever greater amounts of Democracy, where plurality is viewed positively, and honest people who have accurate knowledge converse with individuals with free and active minds who range freely over a wide range of ideas, limited only by their intellect’s capacity. Then we will play to the strengths of the system, which is a natural political product of a free social and economic environment. Is it any wonder Democracy is held in low esteem and it is said to be running out of steam. The fact that the country has experienced a radical right faction Republican Revolution goes unrecognized by a large percentage of the population who retain antiquated ideas and expectations about what good Democratic government entails; and, so America is governed based on whatever its disputants are told and paid to pretend, in order to conceal what its not safe to honestly discuss. It’s a sad Truth when reality reflects such an oppressive, morally bankrupt and systemically corrupt political system, when the time honored Truths about Democracy are already known commonplaces, so clearly understood and determined at a fundamental level as to be beyond dispute and irrefutable, and it forms the nonexistent basis on which our Liberty now rests.
If
Liberty is the major drive spring which activates all the beneficial
characteristics that have been built in the USA for the last 200 years, and all
the advantages of our prosperity, power and blessings are based, the US
Constitution is the essential part of the great mechanism’s blue print that
produces all of these positive attributes; and, they’ll resume once more, if we’re
wise enough to correctly identify what the system’s essential features are,
and, we’re intelligent enough to understand how the intricacies of these
complex systems work and how these systems’ sets of dynamics interface: which
our American political system forms the ground floor. The preceding two centuries of American
experience has clearly demonstrated that maintaining the US Constitution is
crucial in any attempt at recovering US preeminence, besides a stupid unsustainable
bellicose posture, whose exploitive ploys are injurious abroad and impoverishes
us domestically, too; overextending us with global military commitments while
we hemorrhage the American economy. Or,
by redeveloping the essential social, political, and economical features the
USA reproduces the essential environment that made the American government
possible, which then will be able to continue serving them by reestablishing
the fundamental features which made America secure and prosperous throughout
its long illustrious history blessed by Equality, Liberty, Justice and private
property rights. To what purpose “did we
the people” come together, if not to realize the highest amount of Happiness
for the greatest number of people. And,
is this not the purpose for religion, and market driven economies, too? Rather, than religion comprised of two
groups, a small number of saved elite, and the rest who they disagree with and
who they self-righteously damn; or, all economic activity transpiring for the
exclusive benefit of a dwindling number of people. The only reason Democracies won ascendancy
over the Communist and Fascist alternatives and Western Civilization
experienced social stability and prospered, was that political
institutionalized freedoms enabled labor to benefit from the fruits of its
toil, during the rise of the merchantile classes and Guildes as surplus population moved from the agrarian
country side into commercial cities and towns; and, later during the industrial
revolution, with the resulting elevated standards of living developing to the
point that the Occident eventually evolved to a state of global
domination. The US government must
re-affirm its basic function, not as a conduit for transferring large amounts
of society’s wealth from the public’s pockets to the private accounts of the
radical right faction’s ruling elite, but it’s function should be based on the
US Constitution, which meets the needs of its citizens; rather, than the
corrupt alternative of ruling class avarice, whose campaign contributions
currently represent investments in politics that seek to optimize short term
yields, by pursuing the worst courses possible that maximize exploitive short
term returns, at everyone else’s expense, and proves so devastatingly dangerous
to American Liberty. Those who pretend
to support Democracy based on security in contrast to a US Constitution which
protects people’s Civil Rights and Liberty talk impertinent ignorance at best,
and incredible naivety is required to not comprehend much worse of them. But, people who fail to understand the
pragmatic base of Liberty from disguised efforts of security, in order to
insinuate their egotistical prejudices; or, further their selfishly corrupt
effort that impoverishes, and mean nothing but disguised tyranny; and, they who
contend our 200 years of Democracy are misguided, and their disastrous
speculations and poverty producing practices are preferential, even though they
deviate from and pervert the forms and functions of sound government, and
destroy the very purpose of Democracy and the function of the US Constitution:
these people are corrupt enemies, these people are would be tyrants who would
replace American Liberty and prosperity with the yolk of their personal
prejudices and by consequence their shame and iniquities. The simple fact is Democracy and
Society
always contains elements that would push their interests to the fore at the
rest of society’s expense, and that this is done for the best possible
pretence, usually camouflaged by emotional excuses that play to people’s most
base fears, which help to hide the true danger that they represent. A danger greatly increased because being
domestic it remains concealed and unrecognized until already developed to an
advanced formidable state that’s capable of large amounts of damage. The consequential effect is society must
retain a posture of eternal wariness and in a story as old as civilization,
with fair
One
aspect of our current difficulties is the ambiguities that are inherent in a
term that has universal application, like
Regardless
of the worst efforts to displace our US Constitution and make it irrelevant by
people who previously benefited from its prerogatives, leveraging the weight of
contemporary faction’s vast constriction of wealth, and compromising the
integrity and morally bankrupting the morals of a right wing populist movement,
and displacing media, which transformed it into a Goebelesque
media-propaganda machine that functions as an adjunct for the abuse of power,
in a coordinated misguided effort that is among other things unintentionally
quickly obliterating the main principles of the US Constitution and the chief
social characteristics of America’s pluralistic society that produced it,
before even realizing what is occurring, let alone being able to adequately evaluate
their consequences. America is
witnessing the destruction of time honored Truths that are inherent in the
human condition regardless of cultural circumstances, replaced by the most
corrupt deterministic ideas and avaricious objectives that faction is capable
conceiving, but, whose consequences are beyond the limitations of the radical
right faction’s computer generated models.
The US Constitution provides a readily discernable rule that makes
determining the health of our
Society constitutes a derivative dynamic state that is constructed of a variety of subsidiary dynamic systems. The current challenge is to increase our knowledge about these underlying subsidiary systems, whether they, too, are derivative, and if so what can be learned about their underlying states, and what comprises their constituent constructs, and any influential factors that might mitigate on them; and, what is the exact nature of the internal dynamics operating within these subsidiary systems, and what is the nature of the interrelations between their component parts? The knowledge extrapolated from our evaluations on the individual subsidiary systems must then be applied to increasing our understanding of the interrelations between the respective underlying subsidiary systems, and thus our understanding of society’s derivative dynamic state. Remembering at all times that it’s the theory that influences the body of data under evaluation, and, ultimately determines what is perceived.