some...
- (sandblasted)...
those sandblasted folds of a nomadic robe...
o n hand-woven canvas i n air-brushing strokes...
where desert flare tints a course portrait for murals...
against backdrops that thread torrid arid-cut cure-alls...
from entourage wind storms to hot capped supression...
through dark chilly forces to dawn's warming lesson...
barren built temperatures turn work's forward path...
into hardship embarking on parched aftermath!...
~~~~~~~
-
(camel's crown ground)...
(a watertight king on a camel hill's throne...
his cameo'd crown filled from romeo's stone...
a travelling castle around sand's landing reign...
where royalty's bloodline runs loyal to drain!)...
~~~~ ~~~
-
(thought-bit aught
naught
)...
when a thought-bit told his available violence crew to use brute strength and kill wrongdoers...
it brought on a herd of more thought-bits all claiming they knew who the wrongdoers were...
one initial thought-bit responding said "i can identify wrongdoers by that way they look!"...
the next thought-bit showing up declared "i'll finger a wrongdoer by hook or by crook!"...
yet another thought-bit followed howling "my bloodline'll sniff out wrongdoers' smell!"...
while still a further thought-bit added "my ideas can nab any wrongdoer quite well!"...
until a sleeper in that crowd of thought-bits piped up like an old-timer's newcomer...
"if my vision could clearly see through eye lenses covered with bias smudge blur...
and underhanded meddlesomeness was my innocent bystander's fair collusion...
if hand-me-down notions were as pure as before manmade mental pollution...
and my discoveries contained the most current and latest history repeats...
would thought-bits know violence can't kill how wrongdoing succeeds?"...
~~~
(a thought's autobiography)...
(a thought dropped by this evening...
and it asked me for a favor...
it wanted to write about its life...
and needed a pen and paper!)...
"for all the time i spend with folks...
you'd think they'd know me well!...
but i'm just another stranger...
like they are to their own selves!"...
"they let me live inside their minds...
and they give me run of the house!...
so why don't they get to know me better?...
or at least what i'm about?!"...
"well i guess it's down to this" it said...
"to introduce myself"...
"and if you could lend a pen and page...
i'd appreciate the help!"...
"i was born to thinking parents while their thoughtful bearing age...
still lived amid that start from scratch by fresher seeded ways...
(years back when fertile notions didn't need expiration dates...
and ideas weren't pre-packaged in a cranial-crated state)"...
"thus began my infancy after brain waves gave me birth...
and human-natured man-may'ds raised intelligence on earth...
i grew from throngs of proteges among garden's darkening dirt...
where ground inside found reasons around to plant upshotted firsts"...
"i toddled into knots untied by mental apron strings...
then tripped upon the meanings in-between those thinking things...
where they shipped me to each other like some guest who spends all night...
staring at which walls get used to keep one tucked in tight!"...
"hence i grew up well before my time thanks to ego's growth hormones...
and varied intents from supplements out to reconstruct my clones...
add to that the receptions i get from different peoples' heads...
whether welcome mats or otherwise or something else instead!"...
"as you can see it wasn't long until my family sprang...
into every imaginable relative for a conscious thought-clad clan...
and should any kinfolk trace their beginnings back to prehistoric provenance...
they'll find those same holographic-like basic trunks branching each and every noggin!"...
(so that's how this got started...
now there's lots more left to write...
for as far as any thought's life span goes...
it's way beyond one night!)...
(and just too far from enough to validate such human killing sprees by any willful side!)...
~~~~~~~
- (power trip grip)...
there's a power trip gripping those tickets you hold...
it overloads landfills in foolish man's gold...
and maintains that mountain of molehills well built...
back down to foundations where quicksand got spilt!...
when each one knows better than anyone else...
yet no one knows nothing... not even themselves...
when the long and the short of it goes up for grabs...
to only recover those old ways they had!...
there's a catch plenty too in that satchel you to te ...
it matches some patterns of thinking caps cloned...
then it etches the ego with monogrammed fame...
from con jobs insisting this sketch ain't the same!...
how each one knows better than anyone else...
yet no one knows nothing... not even themselves...
how the long and the short of it goes up for grabs...
to only recover those old ways they had!...
there's a blockwall of rocks to that stockpile you own...
it's got travel locked by hard gravel in stone...
as it throw s out near misses to chisel in line...
and hits upon marks where its groundwork will lie!...
where each one knows better than anyone else...
yet no one knows nothing... not even themselves...
where the long and the short of it goes up for grabs...
to only recover those old ways they had!...
there's a shoo-in on soles for those footsteps to go...
as treads of endeavor much closer will show...
bootstraps grow looser when hands get a chance...
to realize bindings that tie in advance!...
but each one knows better than anyone else...
yet no one knows nothing... not even themselves...
still the long and the short of it goes up for grabs...
to only recover those old ways they had!...
~~~
- (progress)...
however it is... it does not fail...
to continue past ways in future detail...
with methods constructed to standard ideals...
leaving intact that which progress reveals...
improvements... no matter what they have done...
given time... will need to be improved upon ! ...
~~~
- (world's fare)...
again goes the world to rush its richness...
into what it's been brainwashed to do...
stripping nature for friday's black market...
and leaving the remnants to rue...
no continence left... for man does strive on...
to turn all that he can into gold...
the hounds on the trail... sniff for the fragrance...
of lust breeding greed in the fold...
the booths are set for tomorrow's fare...
and man works round the clock...
promoting and picking... pushing and sticking...
absolute needs for the items in stock...
he displays in traits of illusion...
calling his inventory goods...
and lures to liquidate the delusioned...
who buy into his scheme by the brood...
man barters his bargains for profits...
and piles supplies to his goal...
of insatiable omnipotent stature...
in a flustering spawned to control...
what comes of this circus of circumstance?...
who gets the final gain?...
man withers away with his power...
like the trees plucked from sun and rain ! ...
~~~~~~~
(readinest)...
from anger's hangar at injustice where complain tents plan repair...
to veer off unfair landing strips prevailing winds pulled there...
after banning hulls of fuselage from threshing basic form...
near any chassis framed to mask chaff's greedy seeded swarm...
propellers cranking axle grease spin shafted elbow joints...
revolving towards uneven action backed by proving points...
still fabricated safety nets let loopholes fall clear through...
to choppers swooping out of bounds beyond recounts of truth...
hence readiness rears up in fuming death to imminent doom...
by plummets put to practice where biased trial and error loom...
as inborn trait utilities persuade survival's primal kit...
to hoist rope around red flag poles however doubtful whether permits...
this daily grind on increments wears headgear 'neath its chin...
with fine-tooth nails combing every whisker fear shaves in...
rashes counterbalance jabs of stinging wake-up calls...
out hauling plausible witnesses in before pilot test lights stall...
and while energy at rest stops to refresh life's eminent domain...
radar's irate airway beacon spies more private freight load gains...
so till all provisions man has hoarded freely forage equal shares...
momentum stands by prompting sequels to lend hands as flight prepares!...
~~~~~~~
- (for iraq veteran
s
against war)...
truth lives among our soldiers who refuse to let it die!...
the kind whose inborn conscience fights to stop these wars of lies!...
each serviceman who knows how fatal blows won't end those means...
that keep men's deadly reasons from seeing life in real scenes!...
they watch a world of leaders still pretend to play false gods...
wearing know-it-all mentalities that have yet to learn they're not!...
for pockets stuffed with body counts will never feel like gold...
around a sense of touch that bears aliveness by its hold!...
they see dying victims lying on these floors of walls of war!...
welcome mats in neighborhoods smell horror's putrid core!...
pouring over auras under shrouds of human waste...
in rigor mortis cobblestone kicked farther out of place!...
they hear abducted landscapes being swept from civil tongues...
booming demolition moving in where towns belong!...
root-based shoots upheaving in between tight cracks of clay...
catastrophically erode outside the groundwork words might lay!...
they tuck those aftershocks in every space their minds may find!...
blocking out bright light that fades sharp contrast over time...
for until the dark exposes these stark negatives in full...
it hinders mankind's sunrise to develop better rules!...
soldiers dare to face the consequence it takes to turn this tide!...
as it's from their brave positions waves of change begin to try!...
and once first steps are followed by successive ones in line...
remember it's these few who knew what most didn't realize!...
~~~~~~~
-
(this used to be a democracy)...
"this used to be a democracy" the tour guide told young scouts...
"but that was way back when before it let businessmen buy it out...
so although the elected officials sit here after citizens cast their vote...
it's now a bought and sold scenario holding large loss and profit quotes!"...
"and this is our constitution that stands like a broken grandfather clock...
still we pretend to watch it running though we know full well it's not...
even the key that winds it up is just an empty shell game of words...
lasting only as long as the time it takes for a talker to be heard!"...
"beyond these doors lie the areas where politicians reach their goals...
after setting up prior agendas that leave them appearing to care for all...
yet they'll hug certain public criteria while other figures are shuffled away...
as predetermining scenes of activity keep giving them busier looks everyday!"...
"now we've come to the place where they plead a case to substantiate their job...
even wasteful insignificant items prevail when cheap filler gets used for glob...
bills lay jumbled up as though no one'll clearly confront their own aspects...
hence inane whimsy guidelines might grow into legal rules to respect!"...
"closeby but quite off limits to us are the tax supply and demand docks...
they load transfers of supersized money faster than any exchange of stock...
letting all processes that they use steer more off course through further turns...
which brings us to the end of our tour where you can tell us what you've learned!"...
"that injustice prompted new government until more injustice bought it back!"...
"and relying on easy convenience gives too many people too much to lack!"...
"and it's no wonder that our country is in this condition it's in right now!"...
"they're not honest enough with themselves to govern better anyhow!"...
~~~~~~~
- (mind-setting turf
riders
)...
those widespread pockets of mental atmosphere...
illusion's global manmade choke-holds here...
static interference and deadly pollution...
that groups inhale by its distribution...
via falsely fresher breaths to save...
adhering to certain brain waves...
like parasites riding the surfs...
of man's mind-setting turf!...
~~~
- (from a hillside of perception)...
from a hillside of perception near illusion's village square...
come different lines of angles applying for job positions there...
the government's pompous showroom has added extra feet of space...
to expand its display with more reasons arranged that conceal idle waste!...
it advertised in thought's classifieds for notional process operators...
those intellectual cover-up techs that maintain idea simulators...
for favorable public appearances under make-up preparation...
air brushing over all rotten spots to unblemish situations!...
"this is how we fix things here!" said the human resource men...
"and now we need additional staff due to growing business trends!...
we're looking for versatile workers who can manipulate false into true!...
and then let those deeds seem worthy of the greatest respect they'll accrue!"...
"we only accept the best resumes hence your skill is among that finest!...
as our concern is superficial terms on front pages shining brightest!...
where blind spots behind any focuses hide so many real hands!...
aptly turning standards into a chapter of wonderbook land!"...
they interviewed thoughtful go-betweens by testing their utilities...
through changing precarious scenarios into unshakeable reliabilities...
each applicant was given th ose benefit s of every viewpoint's flexible range...
to see which limberness suited their purpose while redefining that exchange!...
then down to final selections where end results were stretched at length...
leaving those ready for hire in fuller agreement to interpose strength...
as that power to keep it like it's been gets yet another boost within...
this reinforcement by more vari ed versions of the same thing!...
~~~~~~~
-
(a memorial for soldiers)...
a memorial for soldiers stands on mental real estate...
it's filled with fallen heroes hoping headway opens gates!...
as each gravesite laid to rest in peace shall have no peace until...
all cause of death from calls to war install life's saving will!...
just as a message can't be quelled by simply killing its deliverers...
their dying wish still lives alive in more troops' final whispers!...
"mankind must come to realize deadly combat needs to end...
and see these vicious cycle ideas cease in the minds of living men!"
~~~~~~~
-
~~~
(spare a prayer for folks everywhere!...
for souls at a loss for life...
for hearts at a loss for love...
for minds at a loss for truth...
spare a prayer for folks everywhere!)...
~~~~ ~~~