Starry Night & Absinthe

Starry Night by alex ruiz

I left my body last night,

As many a night,

Starry,

Vaulting through space discovering new truths based on old lies,

New lies based on old truths,

Sophists and sycophants resisting a collective awakening,

As the Oracle of Delphi and I played chess,

Sore looser too,

My end game studied,

Ghamiet Amirjan too much to comprehend,

Entering another dimension,

Mozart asked me for advice,

On how Beethoven would title Ode to Joy?

Van Gogh asked me to chop his ear off,

But I couldn’t find the strength,

As we sat in a field of dreams,

Fantasies of observation,

With more truth concealed in a single stroke,

Than the masterful lies of omissions so common these days,

Or perhaps I just didn’t want to cooperate,

There’s a reason it is called self mutilation,

And I am no sadist,

Or so I would like to believe,

Needless to say he registered his disappointment,

And then proceeded to mystify my understanding,

Of everything in that open field,

Looking up into the night,

Into the past,

To illuminate the future;

 

After we shared some Absinthe,

The brilliant fool loping off his ear,

Handed it to me and suggested that I might use it,

To hear the voices of angels,

Invisible imaginary inventions,

Mankind’s malevolent machinations,

Those inspire words like these,

And paintings like those,

Echoing whiplashes,

Like a beating from the Ether,

Especially on a voyage such as the one that I now was on,

With no guide to direct me,

Save Ernest and my crew,

The Lost Generation, in which I found,

Find,

I must press on unabated,

Traveling between dimensions,

Multiverses of strings,

Explained only by a penetrating look inside,

My fractured mind,

Where at once all and nothing made sense,

For in the hall of mirrors,

I came upon Louis XIV,

He proclaimed famously L’etat c’est moi,

I reminded him that that kind of talk,

In France was at the very least dangerous,

If not outright inflammatory,

Asking me then if I wanted some cake.

He got lucky though,

Rather than losing his head,

He died,

Naturally,

I sat there and watched him succumb to his gangrene,

Sipping on a Van Gogh green fairy,

Vaulted to another dimension,

Everyone seemed like a midget,

Forcing me to wonder if I had landed in Oz,

And would that make me Dorothy or Toto?

Didn’t matter, as I wasn’t there long enough to find out,

Continuing on this out of body experience,

I came to Russia,

1917,

The Czar was there,

Asking me,

Instead of Rasputin what the options were,

I explained they were indeed grim,

Fight or flight,

He chose fight,

And we all know how that ended up.

Next transported to Munich,

1936,

In the middle of Nazi excess,

While Jessie Owens triumphantly raised his hand,

I too chose to be that guy,

Defiant,

Proving that the master race,

Was not master at all,

Instead a fascist puppet,

Owens,

Jubilant extended the first symbol of black power,

I was there when Malcolm was shot,

JFK, MLK and Bobby,

Senseless slaughter that led to endless slaughter,

Wars continued to be waged,

As I was reminded by Eisenhower,

That the complex,

Military industrial,

Was really in control.

Iran,

1979,

I couldn’t believe that such foolhardy decisions were still being made,

I watched as Reagan took the oath of office,

And his pawns were released,

While Oli North was already hard at work,

With another illegal war,

I applauded when Clinton made polar opposites shake hands,

Crying when Rabin was felled by one of his own,

This journey seemed to be all that was wrong,

Or at least parts of it,

I watched in horror,

From the water’s edge,

As planes flew into buildings,

False flags,

And the world was changed forever,

I stood at the cavernous pit,

As Bush assured the world,

That soon the whole world would hear,

Wrath,

I stood rapt,

As Obama took hold of the reigns of a descending power,

And pleaded with him,

While the iron was hot,

To strike down the iniquity of the American way,

Only to be escorted out of his office,

By men in black suits,
Misters Smith and Jones…

Zapped!

 

Finally,

I was cast to the other side of the universe,

Greeted by a triumvirate,

Man, woman and Child,

Who asked,

If now I understood,

Shaking my head no,

All I could do was cry,

Void of hope,

Because even in my dreams,

Even in that out of body experience,

The world,

Remained the same,

And I wondered,

If our resilience,

Could possibly continue…

 

And with that,

They sent me back,

And I wished they hadn’t…

Fortunately,

An earless man,

With a marvelous eye,

Offered a drink,

Pointed,

Up to that night,

In that field,

Reality interpreted and turned to me and said;

“Escape what insults you by revealing what you know.”

SDM

 

Written from photo prompt at Magpie Tales; http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2014/08/mag-234.html … some great writers… Check them out!

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Sink or Swim?

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“Pray to God, but row away from the rocks.”
Hunter S. Thompson based on Russian Proverb

The tyranny of silence is overwhelming,

Calculated deceit for mass consumption,

Consuming souls thus creating tin men,

Travelling on iron horses, whether plane, train, automobile or boat;

Advertisers queuing up to steal the innocence of youth,

Adolescence robbed as our best and brightest,

Become dim witted without consent by a constant barrage,

Children exposed to more than 40,000 commercials a year,

Not to mention product placement and subliminal messaging,

A YEAR,

Thus, manufacturing dutiful consumers for the rest of their days.

Talking heads delivering not news,

Rather obfustication,

Newstertainment,

Filling time between commercials,

Sell, sell, and sell,

This silence, deafening,

Ringing in my ears and searing my eyes,

As I watch the disambiguation of souls the world over,

Persecution, subjugation and dehumanizing effects,

Nike, McDonald’s, Chevy and Cadbury,

Concocting and reshaping the old as new,

Manufactured scarcity and obsolescence,

Lies,

There is enough on this great Spaceship Earth,

However, not so long as growth and profit are the aim.

This silence reaches into my soul as I am,

Wrenches it, attacks and dismays it,

As I can not dismiss, as Whitman suggests,

What is vile to my soul.

Contacted daily,

Voices in my head,

Converting distant thoughts into fingers that Tango,

Flicker and flit,

Alive,

Across the keyboard,

Hoping that I may alight in another, others,

The will to journey on in the face of brutal adversity,

And an overt crookedness dressed in Sunday whites,

Great White Sharks in Sheep’s clothing,

Devouring us all,

Thus,

Discovering the strength in my own atmospheres to repudiate such guile,

Positively enchanted by the desire to live,

The will to thrive,

The power to create my own meaning,

By communing through poetry and prose,

With all who care to search for their own enlightenment,

For it must be yours,

Drawn to the fire that intensely burns deep within retinas,

Words,

As the objects of my daily affirmation,

Just as powerful and real as Cogito Ergo Sum,

Scribo Ergo Sum,

At least for me,

At least for now,

While on this earthly plain of land and sea.

I wander through your conscious and subconscious,

With delicious intent,

Feeling the inherent call of the Ether,

Ripened anxiety exposing the steadfast requirements,

To move toward the light,

Guided by a glistening shadow on the sea,

To accept life as both challenge and present,

Obstacle and opportunity,

Revealed quotidian as the choices we make,

Expose when all is said and done,

The very cornerstones that define us,

Not labels,

Defines,

Are the tomes we devour as lifeblood and return to the universe.

In these poems and prose we present,

For me from the Ether, The Muses and The Sirens,

For you, I cannot say,

For each of us record who and what we are in apt words,

For posterity,

Not our own, but instead Non Omnis Moriar,

We alone,

Are the authoritative creators of dictionaries and thesaurus’,

Personal,

Profound wanderers,

Not lost,

Just curious and seeking,

Unique,

Declaring triumphantly,

That we as emerging voices,

United in poetry and prose,

Good, bad though never indifferent,

Will never stand idly by,

As the wicked wage battle for the hearts and minds,

Of those we seek to enchant with these knowledgeable lyrics.

Words of life,

Words of sweet surrender,

Of painful exuberance,

Of intentional questions that demand answers we may never find,

We are at the vanguard of a paradigm shift that commands,

We write,

Careful to educate those souls,

Those suffer the indignity of disambiguation,

So they may reclaim, rightfully,

Their lives to live fullest and free,

As thinkers,

You determine your own design,

I as Warrior Poet,

Chosen light,

Rowing away from the rocks in the absence of God,

Standing at the ready,

To wage war with the wicked,

Will you stand with me?

Sink?

Or Swim?

SDM

Written from Photo Prompt for www.magpietales.blogspot.com

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Neurotic Delusions, Grandeur and Love

 

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How did I love you?

Those who saw the diamond through the coal,

With all of what I am,

Muses all,

How did I worship the very ground you walked on?

Praising your feelings,

Bowing to your desires,

And every whim,

How did I love you?

Do I love you…

The only way I know,

The way that you forgot,

Unconditionally,

And without equivocation,

For I am love,

Love I am AND

Love repeats

Inside concentric circles AND

Is rarely black and white…

Though hands outstretched I continued on,

Seeking the one,

She,

Muse,

That would liberate my soul,

Free my mind AND

Alight my every desire.

How did I love you?

For when our eyes met,

And your spirit dangled before me,

Muse (s),

I had no other choice,

But to fall,

Hard into you,

The way the universe seemed to be speaking to me,

Invisible vibrations settling frayed nerves,

Through you,

That I would abandon me,

So that I could have you,

The mistakes I made,

Now obvious,

As you let go,

Each of you,

Just in time,

For my mind to plot a new course,

In your heart,

No longer loving me,

Or so you said,

Leaving my neurosis to consider,

Once love bestows,

Can it simply disappear,

Back into the Ether from whence it came,

Or does it remain,

Inside our DNA,

Surely revealing a divine plan,

That is neither black nor white.

How did I love you?

Completely,

Parts of me still wondering,

What went wrong?

Knowing all along the answer,

Is that my mind,

No longer numb from the drugs and the drinking,

Had given way,

To something you couldn’t recognize,

Something you couldn’t,

You wouldn’t deal with,

Leaving me abandoned,

With the greatest fear I have ever had,

That I am not good enough,

Oh how did I love you?

How did we get to here?

This crossroads of our own survival,

Our mutual creative thrusts,

No longer mutual,

You fighting for your delusions,

Following your dream,

Loosing me forever,

I and I and I fighting my delusions,

The unintended consequence,

Of your decision and ripe cancellation,

Left me fighting for my sanity,

My toe clearly in the water,

As I let go,

Completely,

Of myself,

To be with you,

Left reeling now,

Forced to imagine what my life had become,

I and I and I crying out;

What has life become?

So plain to see,

But while you were looking,

You couldn’t see,

What was there,

Right in front of you,

Now vanished,

Like the tomes I wrote of our love,

How did we come to here?

Something snapped,

My synapses firing less than wondrously,

The brain affected by something,

As two hemispheres,

Left and right battle daily,

With demons that you never saw,

I never showed you,

The royal you,

For;

How could I?

As it would have interfered with what you dreamed of,

What dreams may come,

You would have lost focus,

And in the end,

You did lose focus,

On the one person that loved without condition,

From once upon a time,

To the end of my days,

So too did I,

And I and I,

Lose,

Control,

Of that which I value so dearly,

This mind,

This beautiful and tortured mind,

A Shakespearean Tragedy and fault all at once,

Cracked,

But not the code,

For the Ether still had and has in store,

A magnanimousness that even I cannot comprehend,

For when the Sirens sing,

I row away from the shore,

Seeking the enduring strength,

To ever more press on.

Inside,

I felt beaten by love,

Drowned in insecurities,

Anxious that I was not good enough,

Would never be good enough,

That finally,

My mind,

Had let go,

And I was about to be thrust to the other side,

The name that dare not speak itself,

And yet,

It was howling in my ears,

Twenty four hours a day,

Sleep at a premium,

If for only twenty minutes at a time,

Inside,

I was yet to understand,

That I was,

And would,

If I didn’t address it now,

Slip forever,

Into insanity,

And so,

Without you,

I sought the help I needed and need,

So that I can reclaim my life.

Reclaim and rebirth.
The gray matters of the heart and soul,

Seeking not a straight line,

But the road less travelled.

My Black Dog,

Said before and will again,

A rabid bitch,

She defies logic,

And escapes reason,

She demands that I sit silent,

Isolated,

Alone,

Sullen emancipation,

From the rules that bind all of you,

For at first,

While I was embarrassed,

Ashamed and frightened by what was happening,

I came to understand,

Through endless dialogue,

With a brilliant sage, sages,

That this curse,

As I have referred to it time and again,

This blessing and curse,

Is the battleground of my own survival?

At least with this mind.

Neurotic,

Depressed (not sad as many a Muse has maintained),

Bi Polar,

Hyper Mania,

OCD,

Murmur,

Seizures,

And more,

The laundry list of my body’s contempt,

For this mind,

This beautiful mind,

And warrior poet soul,

Ether,

Though this scorn,

Is nothing like the other contempt I have endlessly known,

Nor does this contempt define me,

I will not,

Could not,

I WON’T allow contempt to control or destroy me,

No I will fight,

I WILL FIGHT,

A war consistent, that paints itself here,

For all to see,

My contempt palpable,

For what this beautiful mind is trying to do,

And is in fact,

And then there is Muse…

Muse,

Her subtle fingerprints,

All over my words,

Since the day I entreated her to flutter into my being,

Her soul dancing with mine,

Painting pictures of imagined futures,

Though none as marvelous,

As just one simple kiss,

That settles in me a passion,

A passion others have known,

Though this time,

There is something ripened about it,

As if the cancellations of my past,

Have somehow taught me,

Not to give up,

Not to give in,

Instead,

To give completely,

To share,

Whether good or bad,

Exactly who and what I am,

Finding acceptance in her smile,

Finding strength in her eyes,

Finding solace when she touches my hand,

Sending me to a repose I’ve never known.

Muse,

Passion renewed,

Desire quenching my souls ache,

To be touched and to touch another,

In such a way,

That their entire day is lifted,

Their entire life finds new meaning,

All of who they are,

Not tied up to who you are,

Instead,

Together,

Creating an individualism,

That because of new love may emerge,

Muse,

New Muse,

She brings to me,

A renewed passion,

I bequeath these humble words to thee

And the beautiful love,

Already created in your image,

That now shines on me.

Millions of words,

Stained by love,

These words,

Since my journey of self discovery began,

All those years ago,

Repeated,

Out of the ashes of a love destroyed,

By malignant neglect,

This Little Prince rises,

To meet the challenges,

Of the voices in my head,

As I humbly submit,

To you.

SDM

Written from photo prompt at http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/2014/08/mag-232.html .

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Bread and Circuses

 

Come one, come all,

Wolves in sheep’s clothing,

Calling you the masses,

To your impending slaughter,

Sons and Daughters, Fathers and Mothers, Sisters and Brothers,

The invisible chains around your necks,

Shackled feet and handcuffed hands,

Minds imprisoned by the illusion of choice,

A well sought out, discovered, manipulated and majestically presented,

Series of lies that leads you, like fools gold,

To a lifetime of servitude,

With little nuggets of comfort thrown in,

To keep you in your place,

Illusions,

Masterful,

Smoke and mirrors,

Sold to you by very real devils,

In human form,

Those who have traded their independence,

For earthly gain,

At your expense,

Your expense,

Nay you say,

Well naysayers,

Observe the traditions that have led you astray since time immemorial,

Open your eyes,

Open your soul,

Open your minds,

And devour with every question in your soul,

The realities that you view as freedoms,

But are in fact the strings of the puppets and their masters,

Throwing everything at you,

Miracles of mass distraction, and,

Whether you admit it or not,

You have been victims of a system that curses you,

Systems that treat you like insolent little fools,

Children that need to discipline,

A mental anguish and spiritual genocide,

That right before your eyes,

Hides in plain sight,

If only you could see.

Like Shirley Bassey,
I wonder where should I begin,

About a tale much older,

Than you or I,

Caught in the crosshairs of a vicious,

And pervasive, destructive lie,

One that strikes deep within our deepest fears,

One that creates the myth that there is more than here,

But only if you abide by silly and arbitrary rules,

Such that to spite your nose,

You cut it off your face you dunces,,

I too once did the same,

Until I found out the meaning of my name.

Protector of mankind,

A chosen light,

Brought to deliver us,

From the evils of eternal night,

Illuminating what is so plain to see,

And yet,

So many refuse to rise and let it be,

But no more.

No more,

Can we, you and I sit,

Sit idly by?

Victims of a degradation,

So pervasive,

So all encompassing,

That from birth,

We are chasing our proverbial tales and tails,

Wishing and praying,

That for our children,

It will be of no avail,

And yet here we stand, on the precipice of something so divine,

The future is ours,

Right here,

Right now,

Yours and mine…

If you want it.

But first,

Let me prey upon thine ears,

The many crimes perpetrated against you,

Unleashing wanton fears,

For it started,

As many a fairy tale,

In land, far, far away,

And once upon a time.

BREAD

And
Circuses,

panem et circenses,

panem et circenses.

“iam pridem, ex quo suffragia nulli / uendimus, effudit curas; nam qui dabat olim / imperium, fasces, legiones, omnia, nunc se / continet atque duas tantum res anxius optat, / panem et circenses. [...]

(Juvenal, Satire 10.77–81)

 

… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses”

Juvenal,

Juvenile,

Delinquent,

As so many of you are,

Stupefied idiots,

Caught in the glare of a box,

Replacing the nonsense of collective and communal distraction,

Sitting in darkened rooms,

In front of a TV,

Or on the internet,

IDIOTS…
concerned with nothing more than blatant self interest,

Consumed,

One moment at a time,

With furry kittens

And two girls one cup,

Refusing to see the obvious truths,

Self evident,

ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL,

And yet,

Some are more equal than others,

At your behest,

For what the village idiot allows,

The system perpetuates,

Robbing,

One distraction at a time,

From your pocket,

While further alienating from you,

The rights bestowed by nature,

Not by man’s imaginary systems,

Religion, national boundaries and economic thievery algorithms,

Surely proving,

You were born idiotic,

And can never, so long as you remain duped,

Become citizens.

 

Willing and compliant idiots,

Complacent and pliant,

Like cultural play dough,

Complaining about the many fears,

Presented to you on an organic platter,

Of news cycles, in all medium,

Where the message,

So expertly crafted,

That your psychological acquiescence is guaranteed,

By test audiences and test groups,

Tool, retool, draft, redraft,

FEAR,

Idiot robots refusing to become unplugged,

Instead becoming unglued,

From the only things that matter at all,

Family, friends, community and the wider collective,

The boat we are all in,

That so few are willing to rock,

Instead you roll,

With the punches,

Punches,

Punches,

Any temporary advance in the dialectic of enlightenment,

Blotted out from your mind and soul,

Despite empirical and deductive truths at your fingertips,

Punches,

Punches,

The record dear idiots is clear,

Passive and collective acceptance of what so clearly is a lie,

QUESTION EVERYTHING.

Bread

AND

  1. How many times,

Must a high minded citizen,

In overt rebellion to the established status quo,

Seek to inform you,

Before you finally see,

The laundry list of historic import,

Ready, willing and able to be understood,

Warnings by cherished literary giants,

Warning of the impending doom,

Of the wider idiot class,

Turned into passive slaves,

When the fight needs to be taken to our proverbial Emperors,

Politicians, Kings, Queens, Prime Ministers and Presidents,

Chairman, Chief Executives, Chief Financial Officers,

The fortune 500 instead should read the unfortunate seven billion,

Huxley, Orwell, Postman, Zinn, Chomsly and more,

Advising, revising, yelling from the mountain tops,

That you have settled for being handed a fish,

Rather than learning how to fish,

So far removed from the natural laws,

That for millennia kept us together,

That now, through man made manipulation,

Is tearing us apart,

At the brink,

Of our own mass extinction,

By people that despise you,

Are repulsed by and hold you in contempt,

For they know your idiocy,

And use it,

As a weapon,

More powerful than any bomb.

Since our so called modern civilization rose,

Our leaders,

Social, religious, political and economic,

Have used bread and circuses to distract us,

You and I,

The people they pledge their loyalty and love to,

From the very real things going on around us,

Whether with Gladiator deaths,

Animal cruelty,

Free bread or beer,

They have pressed into the base elements of your psyche,

Using them against you,

With the illusion of choice,

Coke or Pepsi,
Apple or Microsoft,

NBC or CBS,

Television or Internet,

Nike or Adidas,

Leave it To Beaver, Friends, Seinfeld and the Simpsons,

Casablanca, Star Wars, Indiana Jones and Avatar,

To cover up the very real flags on the play;

F A L S E;

Archduke Ferdinand (WWI)

The Burning of the Reichstag,
Soviets attack themselves and start the Winter War with Finland,

Poles blamed for attacks on Germany starting WWII,

Israel (with US complicity) plant bombs in Egypt,

Against US and other targets, planting evidence blaming,
THE ARABS,

CIA hires Iranian terrorists to effect regime change in 1950’s,

Britain and the US – 1957
Conduct operations to overthrow democratic Syrian government,

NATO with help of CIA and Pentagon plant bombs –

In several European cities, to effect greater security cooperation –

Especially in Italy,

1960’s Joint Chiefs of Staff plan to attack America –

with Civilian Aircraft on AMERICAN SOIL

(SOUND FAMILIAR),

Israeli attack on USS Liberty,

Ground work for invasion of Dominican Republic,

Over twenty years spied on its own citizens,

Planted informants and conducted operations –

Then blamed on political activists IN THE US,

STILL HAPPENING TODAY,

1989 South Africa tries to bomb Police and blame ANC,

1990’s Algeria kills its own blames Islamists,

Russian bombings in Chechnya,

9/11,

Indonesian Bali Bombings (government),

Macedonia kills seven of its own to enter; “War on Terror”

White House instructs FBI to blame Al Qaeda for Anthrax attacks,

In fact carried out by US Government Scientests,

Iraq responsible for 9/11 according to White House,

Government systems and hags follow suit,

Weapons of Mass Destruction –

Sold by Daddy Bush and Rumsfeld,

Identified as justification for

Iraq War II,

Creation of false terrorist organizations by CIA, NSA and more,

To further justify endless war on terror,

2005 Israel against Israel to justify attacks on Palestinian Protestors,

2007, Quebec police use thugs to incite violence,

2009, London, government operative try to incite violence at peaceful protest,

57 Columbians killed by Government troops then dressed in combat uniforms,

Repeated killing of innocents by American forces who then drop incriminating weapons to justify MURDER,

Saudi Government controls Chechen terrorists,

Turkey (NATO member) attacks Syria, blames Syria,

Civil War ensues,
MH 370,
MH 317,

Ukrainian sniper attacks carried out to blame others,

Civil War ensues.

Are you enjoying your popcorn,

BREAD and CIRCUSES?

“Why of course the people don’t want war … But after all it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship … Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.”

Hermann Goering, Nazi leader.

American interventions, Coups or attempted Coups:

                        China 1949 to early 1960s

  • Albania 1949-53
  • East Germany 1950s
  • Iran 1953 *
  • Guatemala 1954 *
  • Costa Rica mid-1950s
  • Syria 1956-7
  • Egypt 1957
  • Indonesia 1957-8
  • British Guiana 1953-64 *
  • Iraq 1963 *
  • North Vietnam 1945-73
  • Cambodia 1955-70 *
  • Laos 1958 *, 1959 *, 1960 *
  • Ecuador 1960-63 *
  • Congo 1960 *
  • France 1965
  • Brazil 1962-64 *
  • Dominican Republic 1963 *
  • Cuba 1959 to present
  • Bolivia 1964 *
  • Indonesia 1965 *
  • Ghana 1966 *
  • Chile 1964-73 *
  • Greece 1967 *
  • Costa Rica 1970-71
  • Bolivia 1971 *
  • Australia 1973-75 *
  • Angola 1975, 1980s
  • Zaire 1975
  • Portugal 1974-76 *
  • Jamaica 1976-80 *
  • Seychelles 1979-81
  • Chad 1981-82 *
  • Grenada 1983 *
  • South Yemen 1982-84
  • Suriname 1982-84
  • Fiji 1987 *
  • Libya 1980s
  • Nicaragua 1981-90 *
  • Panama 1989 *
  • Bulgaria 1990 *
  • Albania 1991 *
  • Iraq 1991
  • Afghanistan 1980s *
  • Somalia 1993
  • Yugoslavia 1999-2000 *
  • Ecuador 2000 *
  • Afghanistan 2001 *
  • Venezuela 2002 *
  • Iraq 2003 *
  • Haiti 2004 *
  • Somalia 2007 to present
  • Libya 2011*

                        Syria 2012

National Security is at odds with your inalienable rights,

Wars, terror campaigns, assassinations and more,

Carried out right before your eyes,

But you sit, idly, numb in the bum,

Watching some idiotic perversion –
Survivor, The Bachelorette or worse CNN,

Deception, smoke and mirrors and three card Monty,

To cover up –

                  1949 – Kim Koo, Korean opposition leader

1950s – CIA/Neo-Nazi hit list of more than 200 political figures in West Germany to be “put out of the way” in the event of a Soviet invasion

1950s – Chou En-lai, Prime minister of China, several attempts on his life

                  1950s, 1962 – Sukarno, President of Indonesia

                  1951 – Kim Il Sung, Premier of North Korea

                  1953 – Mohammed Mossadegh, Prime Minister of Iran

                  1950s (mid) – Claro M. Recto, Philippines opposition leader

                  1955 – Jawaharlal Nehru, Prime Minister of India

                  1957 – Gamal Abdul Nasser, President of Egypt

                  1959, 1963, 1969 – Norodom Sihanouk, leader of Cambodia

                  1960 – Brig. Gen. Abdul Karim Kassem, leader of Iraq

                                    1950s-70s – José Figueres, President of Costa Rica, two attempts on his life

                  1961 – Francois “Papa Doc” Duvalier, leader of Haiti

                  1961 – Patrice Lumumba, Prime Minister of the Congo (Zaire)

                  1961 – Gen. Rafael Trujillo, leader of Dominican Republic

                  1963 – Ngo Dinh Diem, President of South Vietnam

                  1960s-70s – Fidel Castro, President of Cuba, many attempts on his life

                  1960s – Raúl Castro, high official in government of Cuba

                  1965 – Francisco Caamaño, Dominican Republic opposition leader

                  1965-6 – Charles de Gaulle, President of France

                  1967 – Che Guevara, Cuban leader

                  1970 – Salvador Allende, President of Chile

                  1970 – Gen. Rene Schneider, Commander-in-Chief of Army, Chile

                  1970s, 1981 – General Omar Torrijos, leader of Panama

                  1972 – General Manuel Noriega, Chief of Panama Intelligence

                  1975 – Mobutu Sese Seko, President of Zaire

                  1976 – Michael Manley, Prime Minister of Jamaica

                              1980-1986 – Muammar Qaddafi, leader of Libya, several plots and attempts upon his life

                  1982 – Ayatollah Khomeini, leader of Iran

                  1983 – Gen. Ahmed Dlimi, Moroccan Army commander

                  1983 – Miguel d’Escoto, Foreign Minister of Nicaragua

                  1984 – The nine comandantes of the Sandinista National Directorate

                              1985 – Sheikh Mohammed Hussein Fadlallah, Lebanese Shiite leader (80 people killed in the attempt)

                  1991 – Saddam Hussein, leader of Iraq

                  1993 – Mohamed Farah Aideed, prominent clan leader of Somalia

                  1998, 2001-2 – Osama bin Laden, leading Islamic militant

                  1999 – Slobodan Milosevic, President of Yugoslavia

                  2002 – Gulbuddin Hekmatyar, Afghan Islamic leader and warlord

                  2003 – Saddam Hussein and his two sons

2011 – Muammar Qaddafi, leader of Libya

Bread and Circuses,

Popcorn with Butter,

Pop Tarts,

And Supersize fries,

Through vigilant influence,

A lie repeated often enough,

Constant and every changing,

You have been bought and paid for by corporations,

Who control our supposed freedoms whenever and wherever their interests are at stake,

The men and women you vote for,

With minor exception are puppets,

With invisible strings,

Serving masters they don’t even know,

But you,

You sit there,

And perpetuate a system,

Systems,

Which have used you as a robot,

Canon fodder,

They have robbed you, controlled you,

MADE YOU AFRAID,

So that you will do nothing,

As slowly but surely,

Every right you think you have,

Is taken from you,

Right in front of you face stuffing eyes.

Do I sound angry,

Perhaps it’s because I am,

Sickened by what so plainly is happening,

Demons and boogie men created,

That at best are exaggerations and worst outright lies,

You must wake up from this nightmare,

Reclaim democracy,

Reclaim your freedom,

Reclaim your individuality,

Rather than this collective mass psychosis,

That keeps you in place…

It is not just I,

Who serves these dire warning,

You don’t need to believe me,

Just open your eyes;

That Individuals of them may… actually had a seperation [sic] of the People from their Government in view, is too evident to be questioned.” – George Washington

“I sincerely believe, with you, that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies.” —Thomas Jefferson

a financial element in the large centers has owned the government ever since the days of Andrew Jackson.” FDR

[W]e have come to be one of the worst ruled, one of the most completely controlled and dominated, governments in the civilized worldno longer a government by free opinion, no longer a government by conviction and the vote of the majority, but a government by the opinion and the duress of small groups of dominant men.” – Woodrow Wilson

“Mr. Chairman, we have in this country one of the most corrupt institutions the world has ever known. I refer to the Federal Reserve Board and the Federal Reserve Banks. The Federal Reserve Board, a Government board, has cheated the Government of the United States and the people of the United States out of enough money to pay the national debt…Mr. Chairman, when the Federal Reserve act was passed, the people of the United States did not perceive that a world system was being set up here… and that this country was to supply financial power to an international superstate — a superstate controlled by international bankers and international industrialists acting together to enslave the world for their own pleasure.” – Congressman Louis T. McFadden

“The individual is handicapped by coming face-to-face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists. The American mind simply has not come to a realization of the evil which has been introduced into our midst. It rejects even the assumption that human creatures could espouse a philosophy which must ultimately destroy all that is good and decent.”  —J. Edgar Hoover

For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed.” — John F Kennedy

President as Puppet,

A man, women or group thereof,

MORE POWERFUL,

Motivated solely by self interest AT YOUR EXPENSE…

Bread and Circuses my friends,

The revolution will not be televised,

For it is happening right now,

And shackled though you may be,

Hope herein lies,

Turn off the TV,

Unplug from Facebook,

Stop cooperating in your own destruction,

WAKE UP,

Or one day it will surely be too late…

 

QUESTION EVERYTHING…

Gotta go… there is BREAKING NEWS…

HA,

I scoff and jest,

But my idea,

This idea,

The time has come,

To rise up,

Demand better,

Be better,

And stop the senseless lies, destruction and slaughter,

Of our brothers and sisters around the globe,

Consume less,

Want less,

For Spaceship Earth,

Will correct herself,

And only a privileged few will be here to see it,

Unless you act…

QUESTION EVERYTHING!

NOW!

SDM

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Statehood – Intergenerational Tyranny & the Growth Delusion

A wise man once warned;
“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and expecting a different result.”

By this definition, we are all,

Though only because it serves the interests of a self blessed few,

At OUR expense.

Another wise man once said;
“Religion was born when the first con man met the first fool.”

By this definition, some are fools.

 

There was a time,

Not so long ago,

On this blue marble,

Spaceship earth,

Four and a half billion years its birth,

Not so long ago,

Perhaps no more than two hundred thousand years ago,

That our distant ancestors,

Realized it was better to work together,

To achieve a common good,

For every one,

Rather than to pursue,

Individualistic greed and success,

A brief period of bliss, if you will,

Until the con began and we all have been conned.

Ideas,

Nothing more than a human created notion,

Put into action,

And then commonly deluded over millennia…

 

Yet, there is hope,

For all of us,

However, the time is nigh,

We must wake up from this supposedly shared dream

Realizing the reality that is so blatantly obvious,

We have been living a nightmare;

a nightmare so pervasive that it touches every species on our marble,

A nightmare so powerful that it has convinced us,

We are living a dream.

Ideology,

Whether religious, political, national, social or economic,

Currently services masters you will never see,

Never know,

Systems you will never understand,

Yet,

At their core,

Are by design and definition,

Designed to engross the idealisms,,

And those who are pulling the strings,

Make no mistake my friends,

In defense of these imaginary friends and creations,

There is nothing they will not do,

Proverbial and literal,

To keep the chains that you don’t see,

Slung around your ankles,

Shackles around your necks,

Serving not yourselves,

But those invisible hands,

Those relish your defeat.

Statehood,

In defense of my idealism,

I have raped innocent women and children,

Pillaged the poor,

Empowered the rich,

I have scorched the earth,

With bombs that I have produced,

Pock marked and newly fallow lands,

Intergenerational tyranny at its worst,

First with bombs and then the fall out,

Unintended consequences they will tell you,

FOOLS,

Their intention is clear and present,

A danger for us all,

And these trillions stolen from us,

Killing all over the world,

For what,

In defense of my idealism.

 

In defense of my idealism,

I have slaughtered by the millions,

Slaves, Jews, Ukrainians,

Albanians, Rwandans, Croat and Serb,

Scot, Mick, and even my own fellow men,

Raping women,

Created child soldiers,

Manufactured scarcity and obsolesce,

North and south,

East and west,

Brother and sisters all,

Pitted against each other,

In the most vile and malignant kind of ways,

Why,

In defense of my idealism.

 

In defense of my idealism,

I have taken power from god’s hands,

A god that surely cannot exist as we have been informed,

For what God would allow us,

Innocent, naïve, and reckless creations,

The power to destroy the very gift we were given,

Placed it within our own,

I have harnessed the power of the atom,

Unleashing a war more senseless than any before,

A cold war,

Killing Charlie to prove a point,

Decimating tribal societies,

With heavy rice and outright genocide,

Robbing fathers,

Then sons to the age of fourteen,

Creating a generation which in order to survive,

Selectively breed,

My defense,

My idealism is right.

 

In defense of my idealism,

I have created a classless class,

The middle class rigidly feared into place,

The bottom of the pyramid,

A shadow that I pass on every street corner in every city,

The world over,

A forgotten man, woman, or child,

That means so little to my wallet,

That I choose to walk by without imparting a dollar,

As I straighten my Zegna tie,

Going to a job that does nothing to promote our continued existence,

However, allows me to live in a white picket fence,

Drive a fancy new sports car,

Things I do not need or want,

However, have been tricked,

Through prolonged psychological warfare,

That I do not see you,

Or even have the common courtesy to wish you a good day,

For you contribute nothing to my idealism,

Except that you are not good enough for it,

Why,

I define and tool, redefine and repackage this idealism.

 

In defense of my idealism,

I have constructed endless ghettos,

Form and function the same all over this vast promise of an Earth,

Not just the physical construction of slums,

But an emotional ghetto;

This transcends the physical one a million times over,

I have created systems that develops specializations,

Standardized testing and rigorous training of our most precious resource,

Our kids,

Robbing them of their naturally given talents, desires and passions,

Creating cannon fodder and non thinking robots,

To do jobs that create nothing,

Perpetuating the myth sold to you repeatedly,

With minor corrections,

Only when insurrection seemed inevitable,

I have used illiteracy and crack, heroin, ecstasy and more,
with the same force of destruction as I have an M 16,

I have used mass media and other such apparatuses,

To trick you into believing that this is the only way,

Our way,

INFINITE GROWTH,

Or the death way,

Either way;

I WIN,

For it must be obvious to you,

Though the death is slower,

And much more tragic,

For against my own,

So too have I defended my idealism,

By any means necessary.

 

In defense of my idealism, I have created markets,

Economies of bananas and Microsoft alike,

Communism and Marxism,

Capitalism and Democracy,

Artificial realities sold as facts that fly in the face of the universal truths,

WE ALL KNOW TO BE TRUE,

The only laws and rights are those bestowed by our host itself,

And we are in default,

And her reckoning will soon be upon all of us,

Not just the idealisms I so rigorously defend,

Yet, fear not my friends, for I have;

Built my market into a global bully,

A leather clad dominatrix,

Crushed other idealisms through the weight of my dollar,

A foolhardy but handy tool,

A worthless piece of paper,

That you chase like a dog its tail,

Delusion, allusion, illusion and more,

CONSUMPTION,

Smoke and mirrors,

Though mostly smoke,

For you don’t even recognize your true face in the mirror,

All in the name and defense of my idealism.

 

A wise man once said, “Democracy is not the best form of government, it is simply the best we have.”

And the question remains,

Why defend what cannot defend its own?

Why fight for that which refuses to fight for you?

The sky is falling,

The rivers are drying up,

The fresh water is disappearing,

Whilst you drink what is by nature yours,

From a plastic bottle,

We allow our supposed leaders to build bombs,

Rather than bridging the gaps, artificially created by them,

For their own benefit,

At our expense,

War on marijuana,

War on crime,

War on brown people half a world away,

War on whatever citizen we do not like at home,

Wars and proxy wars, hundreds since the end of WWII,

And now,

A war on terror,

A faceless, nameless enemy,

THAT MY IDEALISM created,

And incidentally funded, with your hard earned imaginary currency,

War on drugs and believe my friends,

If you don’t wake up,

Soon I will be waging war,

DIRECTLY ON YOU!

 

Why,

Because I have you fooled,

Cajoled and

Comforted,

Controlled by systems you refuse to see,

Blinded by the bling,

Rather than the resonance that each of you ring,

My idealism,

Sheep to the slaughter,

So, go and kiss you wife, your son, and daughter,

Because in defense of my idealisms,

Iniquity, inequity, and greed,

I soon will be coming for them,

Why…

MY IDEALISM IS MIGHT OVER RIGHT!

 

SDM

 

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Infinite Smile of Love Accepting

From birth,

Inside each of us burns a desire,

An ever growing and rapidly expanding light,

That seeks to create bliss in others,

As a pay it forward,

Such fire that burns brighter than the suns of every solar system,

And emanates from every fibre of our being,

Initially we are dumbfounded by it,

Trying to play catch up with those grown things we see around us,

Supposed adults that act like children,

While WE children,

Seek to profess universal truths,

With giggles, glowing eyes and radiating glances,

Beaming to every corner of the cosmos,

Every planet, far and wide,

Every island, old and newly forming,

Adorning in our hearts,

A compassion that seems lacking as we get older,

But herein lay the good news,

While we must age,

We do NOT have to grow up,

Nor should we…

 

Don’t judge; embrace the difference in others,

Don’t hate; for it is merely ignorance dressed up as anger,

Don’t yell; improve your argument,

Don’t fear; we are all here for you,

Don’t hide; you are meant to stand out.

You see,

The trouble is,

My beautiful child,

Sweet, innocent, lovely and resplendent baby,

Too many adults forgot how to be children,

But not me,

And I truly hope, for you,

And for the world,

That knowing people like your awe inspiring mother,

(who know kids like me),

You hold onto all that greatness inside you,

Remembering every step, walk and then run of the way,

You were born out of a boundless,

Interminable and stunning natural truth,

LOVE REPEATS,

We are not alone in this world, or this universe,

(as yet unproven but nonetheless true)

And we can not, must not try to replace natural law,

With our arrogant human folly,

As grown ups for countless millennia have done,

You, are not an island,

Well,

You are,

But that is another matter,

For Celtic wisdom and Gaelic ancients to explain to you,

(and they will, trust me)

In their time,

This is our time,

Two kids,

One young,

The other younger,

Exploring the dynamic and rapidly evolving landscape,

Of love repeating.

My precious and beautiful love,

In your eyes I see my own soul reflected,

I see the promise of another child,

Who like me,

Will choose to remain a child,

That will burst from the pack,

Be a leader, by example,

In an extraordinary explosion equal to,

If not greater than the big bang,

(and someday you’ll understand just how much I see in you),

For every promise of our forefathers and foremothers,

The greatness of our ancestors lives within you,

You have the power,

To breathe,

To see,

To hear,

To touch,

To create,

To become who and what you want to be,

Guided by the externalities of those who love you,

And the internalities,

Of locked caverns inside of you,

That you have no need to ever explain to anyone,

You were born out of a love repeating,

Love,
Love,
L O V E,

You were born to design a manifest destiny for your own reasons,

A meaning and purpose built by your own passions,

Thus ensuring,

Love will be repeating,

And many years from now,

When I recite these words to you,

Still, as a kid, one young, the other younger,

I hope that you will remember these words,

Natural law and universal truths,

And maybe, luckily,

Cause my belief that,

Non Omnis Moriar,

When explaining to your love repeating,

Why these words were born,

Your words,

Yours alone,

(though I trust you don’t mind I have unleashed this force of love).

Precocious,

Incorrigible,

Fierce,

Preordained to ascend to prominence,

I carry the joy of your radiating spirit with me,

Now and ever more,

For the moment I laid eyes on you,

I knew,

I saw the future,

And yours is a force that no man, woman or animal may stop,

Yours is a future,

Where love repeating,

Repeating,

Repeating,

Will replace the resounding sound of armies marching,

Machines plundering,

And truly the iniquity of man,

My sweet and beautiful escape,

These words are yours,

And if I ever find myself stranded on a desert island,

I will never be ALONE,

For having seen a joy,

A destiny,

Of love repeating,

And I am humbled by your shine.

SDM

PS. Listen to Mommy and Daddy. They may not know everything but they do know a lot. Tell them the truth no matter how hard or scary it is. READ everything you can get your hands on. QUESTION EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. BE YOURSELF.

Nosce Te Ipsum.

And know this, I am always here for you. Non Omnis Moriar.

 

 

 

 

 

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B U C C A H – Love Repeats (A Manifesto for my Ang)

In this life granted,

Blessed,

Recycled stardust filtering through space and time,

At speeds, we are yet to comprehend,

Yet to achieve,

We struggle, we fight, we lust and long,

For another speck,

Of billions old dust,

To crash and comingle with our own,

On an earthly plain,

Feeling our pain and driving our desires,

With cosmic consequences,

Though circumstance,

And the fickle finger of fate,

Often leads us astray,

Love extinction level event,

For reasons we are yet to comprehend,

Yet,

Love repeats,

The universe is not so cruel and unforgiving,

We,

As sentient beings,

Are not always aware of the monumental reasons of the Ether,

Those conditions that lead us to surrender to another,

Embrace, behold, and uplift,

Engage and plea to create another part of the multiverse;

 

Nevertheless, the best laid plans of mice and men,

(And women)

Are often lead astray,

Bringing darkness to the day,

Leaving us to stare,

From the gutter,

Up,

To see the stars…

My Ang,

Look out to those stars,

Realize we are them,

They are within us,

And somehow,

Find the courage of conviction to know,

That though it be day here,

Evening there,

Those stars,

You’ll see,

We share them,

Cosmically connected,

Like the twins of Gemini,

Long lost cousins and life long friends,

Don’t dare call me Pollux!
For in your light I am but Castor;

 

And know that out there another soul is crying for you,

Knowing you are out there,

Just waiting to be discovered,

Just as Ptolemy first did,

As each of us, your friends, already has,

To love you,

In ways we never can.

 

Perhaps,

For even this warrior poet sage is unsure,

Those that run for the border,

Are the building blocks,

The corner stone refused,

The foundation,

Of the love that will manifest,

When we decide,

To trust in our billions years old destiny,

That those who resist fidelity and serendipity,

Are in fact in the end,

The ones responsible for it.

And though the pain is real,

You must embrace it, squeeze it to death,

For,

In the moment,

This too shall pass,

When out of the corner of your eye,

You’ll see a flick of hair,

An awakened soul,

Reaching for you in ways you’ll never understand,

Nor need to,

Because you will be blind to everyone else,

As he will be to you.

Perchance,

This is your time to rise,

Rise to the magic that is you,

Perchance,

This is your time,

To reinvent the beauty that is already you,

Moreover, always remember,

The best revenge,

Is happiness?

For love repeats,

And eventually those that leave realize,

The mistake was theirs all along.

LOVE REPEATS…

BUCCAH!

For my dear friend and cosmic companion from the voices in my head and the Ether.

WE LOVE YOU, Always have and always will. Love and Light,

SDM

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