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“Education is teaching our children to desire the right things.”


“Education is the kindling of a flame, not the filling of a vessel.”


“Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.”


“Read at every wait; read at all hours; read within leisure; read in times of labor; read as one goes in; read as one goest out. The task of the educated mind is simply put: read to lead.”

Marcus Tullius Cicero

“He who opens a school door, closes a prison.”

Victor Hugo

“Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.”

Mark Twain

“It’s an universal law– intolerance is the first sign of an inadequate education. An ill-educated person behaves with arrogant impatience, whereas truly profound education breeds humility.”

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

“The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.”

Albert Einstein

“Education is a system of imposed ignorance.”

Noam Chomsky

“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call … The Twilight Zone.”

This piece is a continuation from…







Mid Sixteenth Century,

“the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction, especially at a school or university.”

Call me Gonzo,



Conspiracy theorist,

Call me what you like,

But there is,

If you choose to see it,

A mountain of evidence that proves,

As Marx stated;

“The ideas of the ruling class are in every epoch the ruling ideas, i.e. the class which is the ruling material force of society, is at the same time its ruling intellectual force. The class which has the means of material production at its disposal, has control at the same time over the means of mental production, so that thereby, generally speaking, the ideas of those who lack the means of mental production are subject to it. The ruling ideas are nothing more than the ideal expression of the dominant material relationships, the dominant material relationships grasped as ideas.”

It is plain to see,

That once our masters,

OUR masters,

Had control over global finance,

Thus the desecration of any earlier creation,

The sovereign nation,

Again a replacement of an earlier paradigm,

The religious one,

That they had control over the physical means,

Of ALL production,

Yet, a substantial piece of the puzzle was missing,

That would further enshrine their wealth,

Requiring a fundamental reshaping,

Of the way that we are bread,

To think, or lack thereof,

More to obey,


To infiltrate, destroy, redesign and reshape,

The spirit, principles and delivery of education.

It is perhaps,

The highest duty,

Of all humans to be informed,

And giving credit where it is due,

My parents imbued me with a delicate mind,

Instructing it to be filled,

At a very young age,

With a voracious appetite for knowledge,

Page after page,

Book after book,

Day after day,

Year after year,

My best friends were and still are the worn pages,

Of books many would not even know,

Let alone read,

The subtle time worn stain,

The faint aroma of those perplexed, uplifted,

Embroiled and entertained before me,

Names like Plato and Aristotle,

Interspersed with Machiavelli and Hegel,

Characters like Sherlock and Dorian,

Mingling with Santiago and Raoul Duke,

Each presenting the opportunity,

For my mind,

Actively to expand horizons,

In search of ever greater new ones,

Not just for myself,

But for all.

A real education,

Not promised me,

Nor any of us,

But enforced, by my parents,

That lit the flame,

Fanned it,

And watched me roar.


As I revisit the past,

With a mind matured and also ravaged by time,


As self evident now,

I realize beyond a shadow of a doubt,

And certainly outside the reach of some stuck in Plato’s Cave,

That the machinations of true power,

Have conspired to control the spiritual and mental means of production,

Creating chainless minions,

Unaware slaves,

Through magnificent efforts reaching back,

At least a century or more,

When those same powerful creatures,

In elegant rooms,

In order to perpetuate and consolidate their power,

Forced upon the unaware, or worse uncaring,

A purpose built system to invisibly dominate minds,

From the earliest ages,

Inside the institutions known as elementary and secondary schools,

A system of vile and vicious propaganda,

Established to ensure that the means of production,


Not only did not question, would not question,

BUT, could not question,

As the erosion of critical thought ensured,

That you would; “look, listen, kneel, pray,”

At the alter (spelling intended) of consumption,

While mindlessly promoting their wealth,

Celebrating it,

Coveting it,

As moment by moment you gave way,

To a well oiled plan.

And, as the Bard would say,

Herein lay the rub;




Greek and Late Latin,




Early Seventeenth Century,

“the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes.”

A beautiful and noble goal that,

To promote welfare,

Through generous donations,


In purpose and practice,

The age old idea of charity,


Like all institutions,

Been corrupted,

To engage in the spread of ideas and practices,

Contrary to the public good,

And instead,

As facts in evidence prove,

To deepen the stranglehold,

Of a very select few.

Until recently,

The Vatican,

The Holy See,

That great institution, (tongue in cheek)

The Roman Catholic Church,

Had a prominent and indeed almost monopolistic control,

On systems of education throughout the world, let alone every Sunday,

Only partially dismantled after world war two,

And like those who follow herein,

Pays no tax maintaining,

That their mission is;

“to promote the teachings of Christ.”


Pray tell,

The Crusades,
Eleventh to Thirteenth Century

The Wars of Religion,

Sixteenth and Seventeenth Centuries,

Second Sudanese Civil War,

1983 – 2005,

The daily ongoing in all but name forced proselytization,

Of various people the world over,

Is this what the man or myth would answer to the question,

What would Jesus do?

But to name a few more;

Rockefeller Foundation (Standard Oil)

“Promoting the well-being of humanity around the world.”

Ford Foundation (Ford Motor Co.)
To receive and administer funds for scientific, educational and charitable purposes all for the public welfare.”

John A. Hartford Foundation (Great Atlantic and Pacific Tea)

“It is necessary to carve from the whole vast spectrum of human needs one small band that the heart and mind together tell you is the area in which you can make your best contribution.”

W.K. Kellogg Foundation (Kellogg Cereals)

“We believe that one measure of a society is the importance it places on the optimal development of all of its children. We envision a future and a society where every child thrives, and we invest in areas to advance that vision.”

Carnegie Corporation (Carnegie Steel)

“ to promote the advancement and diffusion of knowledge and understanding.”

Alfred P. Sloan Foundation (General Motors)

“believes that a carefully reasoned and systematic understanding of the forces of nature and society, when applied inventively and wisely, can lead to a better world for all.”

Moody Foundation (W. L. Moody’s oil, realty, newspapers, and bank holdings)

“to benefit in perpetuity present and future generations of Texans.”

Lilly Endowment (Eli Lilly Pharmaceuticals)

“exists to support the causes of religion, education and community development. The Endowment affords special emphasis to projects that benefit young people and promote leadership education and financial self-sufficiency in the nonprofit, charitable sector.”

Howard Hughes Medical Institute

“advance biomedical research and science education for the benefit of humanity.”

Pew Memorial Trust (Sun Oil Co. or Sunoco)

“is driven by the power of knowledge to solve today’s most challenging problems. Pew applies a rigorous, analytical approach to improve public policy, inform the public and invigorate civic life.”

Endowments aside,

These very few ‘tax exempt foundations,’

Not to mention our Universities,

MANY more hidden behind page after page of illusion,

With noble goals and purported idealistic aims,

Served two much more important aims,


To protect and indeed advance the fortunes of a very select few,

And if not more importantly, as money is just a fiction,

To seek, design, implement and control the minds,

From the earliest ages possible,

Of the means of production,


Don’t believe me;

Think of the McDonald’s Happy Meal,

The principle is the same.

As earlier demonstrated,
Words have meaning,

Some understood by all,

Others coded instructions,

Secret directions,

And ominous predictions.

In a delicate move of evil genius,

These same men,

Robber Barons to their core,


That the general public,

Already devoid of will,

And increasingly intellect and the ability to question,

Opened the doors of their secret halls,

Presenting to Carol Quigley,

The keys to the proverbial kingdom,

Minutes of the Tax Exempt Foundations,

An understanding which would become the basis for Tragedy and Hope,

A direct, substantiated and nefarious cabal,

Giving direction and instruction where necessary,

Worse where required,

As in the masterfully created wars,

Knew that the minds were needed, as early as possible;

Welcome the International Bureau of Education,

“Its aims were to centralize documentation related to public and private education, to take an interest in scientific research in the educational field, and to serve as a coordinating centre for institutions and societies concerned with education.”

A private foundation,

At the end of World War Two,

Integrated into the International system,

Absorbed by the United Nations,

Through UNESCO.

Such a tangled web,

Impossible here to fully weave,

Foundation after foundation,

Private family and endowment trusts,

All working toward,

A series of control, social,

Engineered to promote and protect,

The endgame of the perversely wealthy elite,

This included,

Though you may be aghast,

Nazi eugenic experimentation,

That may enable the breeding of ‘superior men,’

Psychiatric experiments,

Guarded by Rockefeller (Standard Oil) paid goons,

We speak off the destruction of the Jews ill fated,

Yet never of the cause of their demise.

Further research in Canada, McGill University,

Vile experiments with Dr. Ewen Cameron,

Those that first started me down this rabbit hole,

Of researching and attempting to understand,

Exactly how the machinations of collective suppression work,

At seventeen I began to question,

Absolutely everything I had been taught,

In school, in books, from history,

Realizing that truly one of the spoils of war,

Was the ability to control the future,

By controlling the past,

Orwell was and IS right.

I have written,

Time and again,

Of the wholesale destruction of thought,

The abject perversion of the human condition,

By those who benefit from it’s slaughter,

For years,

I have waged war,

With myself, my beliefs, the things I thought I knew,

And the world into which I was born.

Am I still Gonzo,



Conspiracy theorist?

Or the pebble at the precipice of the water,

Wishing nothing more than to create,

A perpetual tide of concentric circles?


Pray tell,

Do we refuse to see,

Or more apropos,


Refuse to see,

That there is a definite link,

Between the control of debt,

The duplicitous practices of the Internationalists,

That have robbed you of friend and supposed foe,

Hegel to the death;

The fall of sovereign states,

The decrease in critical thinking,

The rise in consumption,

The massive dumbing down of one and all,

And then further refuse to question,

Who does this all benefit –

Follow the money!

It is not the 1%,

It is the 0.0000074%,

As Fitzgerald,

One of my daily delusions maintains;

“The rich are different from you and me.”

And they are,

Even though you refuse to see,

For to them,

You are not even a pawn,

But a single atom, of a molecule,

Of a pawn,

And your resistance,

Despite their attempts to convince you otherwise is not futile,

The truth is out there,

Your liberation is within your grasp,

Will you take it,

I call not for a revolution with blood in the streets,

I call for an awakening,

Knowing that our TRUE power,

Is not within their institutions,

Of mind control and social engineering,

IQ and Standardized test,

But in our hearts and in our minds.

Will you open your hearts and minds,

Awaken to the realities around us,

Or march, slowly,

One day at a time,

Born for the dying?

“The truth is stranger than fiction.”
Hunter S. Thompson


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Cabal, Cartel, Caucus, Cell, Circle, Clan, Clique, Coterie, Conspiracy and Y O U!

A wordsmith, like a blacksmith,

Fashions words as readily as horseshoes,

With an inherent and overwhelming understanding,


Meaning that unfortunately, all too often,

Is misunderstood, ill informed or worse yet perverted,

To facilitate a very real danger to the people you love,

And you.






Arising during the Eighteenth century,

Coincidence, I think not,

a select part of a group that is superior to the rest in terms of ability or qualities or a group or class of people seen as having the greatest power and influence within a society, especially because of their wealth or privilege.”



Medieval Latin,


English late Sixteenth Century,

“a secret political clique or faction.”




mid Eighteenth century,

“a group of people with shared concerns within a political party or larger organization.”



Old French,

“a small group forming a nucleus of political activity, typically a secret, subversive one.”





Old French,


“a group of people with shared professions, interests, or acquaintances.”


Old Irish,

Scottish Gaelic,

Middle English,

“a group of people with a strong common interest.”


Old French,


Early Eighteenth Century,


“a small group of people, with shared interests or other features in common, who spend time together and do not readily allow others to join them.”

Coincidence, I think not.


Middle Low German,

Early Eighteenth Century,

“a small group of people with shared interests or tastes, especially one that is exclusive of other people.”

Coincidence, I think not.



Agree or plot,

Old French,


Anglo – Norman French,


Late Middle English,

“a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.”







Mid Sixteenth Century,

“the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction, especially at a school or university.”




“combine in one body,”


Late Latin,



Late Middle English,

“a company or group of people authorized to act as a single entity (legally a person) and recognized as such in law.”






Mid Sixteenth Century

“an officer or owner of a bank or group of banks.”



Old French,
Middle English,

“a current medium of exchange in the form of coins and banknotes; coins and banknotes collectively.”


Nineteenth Century English,

“existing, occurring, or carried on between two or more nations.”


Turn of the Twentieth Century English,

“the advocacy of cooperation and understanding between nations.”


“concerned with the absolute acquisition of material resources to improve the overall wealth of a very select few.”







“to censure, charge, compute,”

Old French,



“a compulsory contribution to state revenue, levied by the government on workers’ income and business profits or added to the cost of some goods, services, and transactions.”





Greek and Late Latin,




Early Seventeenth Century,

“the desire to promote the welfare of others, expressed especially by the generous donation of money to good causes.”


Words have meaning,

Any dictionary will reveal,

Understanding the words and using them appropriately,

Frees your mind,

And those of others…

But I digress,

For today,

I reclaim in the name of humanity,

The revelation imbued deep within the development,

Use and maintenance of the words outlined above,

With a brief detail driven discourse,

On the systems which have arisen,

Since the Middle of the Seventeenth Century,

To effect the full and unhindered control,

By a select few,













Bank of England,

Charles Montagu, was established to

“promote the public good and benefit of our people”

and yet it’s founder stated openly,

“The bank hath benefit of interest on all moneys which it creates out of nothing,” William Paterson

Moreover, as facts in evidence,

The Bank of England,

The first ‘central bank’ of the CRIMINAL conspiracy, a PRIVATE bank,

Taken over, in practice,


After the Battle of Waterloo,

By another name of infamy; Nathan Rothschild,

Who on the following three days, increased his wealth by TWENTY fold,

Becoming the largest debtor to the English government,


MONEY from nothing, loaned AT INTEREST.

“I care not what puppet is placed on the throne of England to rule the Empire. The man who controls Britain’s money supply controls the British Empire and I control the British money supply.” Nathan Rothschild


The ever present and obvious truth,

Of Rothschild and his effective control,

Of King and Country,

Was so menacing to the colonies,

On the other side of the pond,

That despite what you’ve read,

Or been told,

In history class,

About tax on tea,

The facts in evidence,

For the establishment of the American revolution,

And the United States of America,

Had little to do with tax,

And an inordinate amount to do with the BoE,

Demanding that the colonies STOP issuing notes with no interest,

And instead fall into line with the BoE,


Acutely aware,

Of the across the pond driven cabal,

The select few involved in the CONSPIRACY,

The founding fathers stated;

“We began planning the Revolutionary War in order to issue our own money again”  Benjamin Franklin

George Washington, in letter to

  1. Bowen, Rhode Island,

Jan. 9, 1787,

“Paper money has had the effect in your state that it will ever have, to ruin commerce, oppress the honest, and open the door to every species of fraud and injustice.”

And yet,

The first central bank of the USA is born;


Modeled after the BoE and yet quite distinct, in that,

Part ownership by foreigners,

And after profits drawn,

Floundered and did not have it’s charter renewed,

In 1811.
Jefferson said,

in a letter to John Taylor in 1816,

“And I sincerely believe, with you, that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies; and that the principle of spending money to be paid by posterity, under the name of funding, is but swindling futurity on a large scale.”


In this letter,

Knew that the coming establishment,

Of the Second Bank of the United States,

Which had a twenty year run,

Then carefully orchestrated the panic of 1837,

Lasting four very profitable years,

Followed by twenty five years,

Also VERY profitable,

Known as the Free Banking Era,

During which the bankers,

On both sides of the pond,

Made vast fortunes,

And through wicked use of propaganda and funds,

Fomented the necessary catalyst,

To further increase profits,

And drive a NEED for bank reform,

The Civil War.

When there is blood in the streets,

And buy they did,



And rarely if ever known,

They tinkered and toyed with the system,

Creating the National Banks,

Realizing that major problems still existed,

The Robber Barons and their minions set to work,

Aiming to fix liquidity crisis’ and bank runs,


Tweaking, turning and twisting,

JP Morgan and friends,

Created the catalyst,

That cemented the ‘need’ of the system we have come to know,

The financial panic of 1907,

Whereby these clever cabal members,

Were able to dupe the public into believing,

Contrary to the facts in evidence,

That they SAVED the government and the banking system;

When there is blood in the streets;

And buy they did,

Loaning, at interest, monies,

To temporarily provide reprieve from the liquidity crisis,

Setting the stage for a truly nefarious plan,

Hand in hand with other reforms,

That enslave you, willingly, today.

At Jekyll Island,

In private,

The world’s largest banking families,

Industrialists and political puppet masters,

Working together drafted;

The Federal Reserve Act,

Signed into being by Woodrow Wilson in 1913,

While most of Congress was away for Christmas,

Establishing a privately owned and controlled cabal,

With complete control,

Over the monetary policy and credit of the emerging Empire,

The United States of America,


In the six years prior, working ovtertime,

For the first time in history,

Shifting the tax roll successfully,

To labour, income tax.

When there is blood in the streets,


And buy they did,

Creating the catalyst for deeper entrenchment of their wealth,

And thus power,


Your teacher and text books say,

Archduke Ferdinand was assassinated,

And World War One,

The war to end all wars,

Begins less than seven months

After the establishment of the Federal Reserve;

The greatest way to make that money,

Was by financially supporting both sides in a conflict,


Once more,

Your teachers and your text books,

Deceive you,

For the bankers war,

A truly international war,

The war to end all wars,

And the ill advised peace treaty,

Of Versailles,

That inflicted mass harm on an already decimated Germany,

Set the stage, once more,

For blood in the streets,




Manufacture a stock market crash,

Through the CITY OF LONDON’s economic warfare,

Clinging to Empire and ushering in,

The great depression,

And the need for a new bank

The bankers bank,

The Bank for International Settlements,

Basel, Switzerland, 1930,

Purportedly to pay, to central banks, and private shareholders,

Reparations from the Axis to the Allies.

Yet herein,

A curious twist of fate,

One rarely spoken about,

Let alone thought of,

While the supposed German Economic Miracle of the 30’s was happening,

Hitler, a puppet,

for the collective international Anglo American CABAL,

Indeed the economy flourished,

Massive public works programs,

Bond paid,

The autobahn,

Bond paid,

The military,

Bond paid,

But needed more capital beyond what had been provided,


By the great industrialists around the world,

When there is blood in the streets,



Who was buying one might ask,

And who were the leaders of this bank;

Hjalmar Horace Greeley Schacht

President of the Reichsbank,
Minister of Economics.

Walter Funk,

State Secretary in Public Enlightenment and Propoganda,

Reich Minister of Economics,

President of the Reichsbank.

Emil Puhl,

Director and Vice President of Reichsbank,

A vile beast who oversaw the theft of gold teeth, watches, spectacles and more,

To create vast reserves of NAZI gold.

Hermann Schmitz,

Negotiator at Versailles,

Exterior Department Director BASF,

Exterior Department Director IG FARBEN.

Baron Kurt von Schroeder



Henry Schroeder in London,

J.Henry Schroder Banking Corporation in New York,

The middle man between International Telephone & Telegraph, ITT,

And the S.S.

These men,

Over a couple of years,

To whom we will return,

Orchestrated and delivered from the BIS,

An elite driven, secretive, PRIVATE bank,

To Nazi coffers,

Through an elaborate money laundering scheme,

Early in the war,

As they expanded, through invasion the German machine,

The amount of $378,000,000 of looted gold,

From Austria, Czechslovakia, Holland and Belgium,

With the tacit approval of the BoE AND the Americans,

Adjusted for inflation, in todays dollars,



Through a prominent French collusionist,

Who Notifying Schroder,

Of the Allied invasion to Algeria,

Allowing him to

Launder and ship,

9,000,000,000 gold francs,

For which the French banks were paid,

$175,000,000 in fees,


Not quite,

Considering the complicity of the afore mentioned men,

And their ALLIED supporters,

Including but not limited to the Internationalist puppets;

Montagu Norman,

Governor of the Bank of England,

NAZI sympathizer,

Who quite literally,

Did everything in his vast powers,

To accede to every Nazi need,

Including to support bond issues,


To the government,

And international investors.

He, like the rest believed,

The world SHOULD be run,

By International BankSTERS!

Thomas McKittrick,

American corporate lawyer,

NAZI sympathizer.

With Europe’s wealth in stress,

And America’s duplicitous wealth steadily on the rise,

The B.I.S.,

And it’s NAZI sympathizers,


Through fascist Spain,

And Swiss neutrality,

In 1944,


As clearly the years nefore,

48,000 tons of oil,

1100 tons of Tungsten,


A crime in America, Britain that went unnoticed and uncharged.

Around this time,

The internationalists met again,

Seeing the writing on the wall for Germany,

Having created the blood in the streets,

It was time to,




This time in Bretton Woods, United States of America,

44 countries,


A system of internationalism,


The International Bank for Reconstruction & Development,


International Development Association,

International Finance Corporation,

Multilateral Investment Guarantee Agency,

The International Centre for Settlement of Investment Disputes, and

The International Monetary Fund.

The open face of these institutions,

Was to aid the development of nations,

The reality,


With unnecessary usurious loans,

So they could then raid the national resources of those nations,

At fire sale prices.



Crimes against peace,


1953 established Deutsche Außenhandelsbank Schacht & Co.




Conspiracy to commit crimes against peace;

Planning, initiating and waging wars of aggression;

War crimes and

Crimes against humanity,


Convicted of counts, 2, 3 and 4,

Sentenced to life in Spandau prison,

Released 1957.


With whom Allen Dulles,

(another prominent Internationalist along with his brother),

Met with Puhl in 1945, saying;
“Nazism would not end with military defeat as Hitler and his fanatical followers would no more change their philosophy than Socrates or Mohammad.”


Tried and convicted at the IG FARBEN trial,

Released to become,

Member of the Advisory Council Deutsche Bank,

Honorary President of “Rheinische Stahlwerke AG.”


Free and clear,

Save for three months imprisonment, as,

All investigations of his and his interests,


Bankhaus J.H. Stein

Blocked by American bankers,

And even the Allied Military Government,

Rewards by becoming Chairman of many German companies.

Montagu Norman,


Baron Norman,

Privy Council and,

Grand Officer of the Order of the Crown.


Reward for what Germany and Italy said,

Were his opinions well known to them,

Vice Chairman of Chase National Bank.


Of course,






Without a doubt,






Worse than Ku Klux,






The worst in history,


Yet this is but one,

One part of a larger agenda,

With tentacles in every part of your lives,

With your acquiescence,

And more on these to come,
Question everything…
What is the Queen’s real last name,

certainly not Windsor?

Blood in the streets,








And thus,

One must wonder,

In light of the facts in evidence,

Should I wear a tinfoil hat,





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Hail Mary

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Fools of the blue marble,


Spaceship Earth,

Mortal species of infinite stupidity,

Divided through millennia by fables of an abhorrent nature,

Complexity and hidden messages, not meant for your eyes,

Instead the chain holders, savages,

Conniving to convince you of your heathen nature,

Diminishing your capacity to critically reason and think,

Blind adherence to your so called faith,

Summoning the ignorance that your masters deigned necessary,

As machinations of popular control,

Unenlightened and blinded by the light of shadows,

Contemptible beasts that hide not their true intent,

Rather lathering on their iniquitous ways,

With haughty contradictions and self serving interpretations,

Be ye any colour under the majestic illusion of the great blue sky,

You have fallen prey to the lions in the den,

Whether priest, rabbi or imam,

Gilded displays of ornate robes and bejeweled scepters,

The smoke and mirrors that defy your innate sensibilities,

As cowardly conscripts to conformity,

Consuming all that is new and improved,

Falling time and again to the greatest extremes,

Over each other fighting for position,

In humanities perversions of conspicuous displays,

Replete with altars, iconography and idolatry,

Feeding a perverse narrative that feeds your malnourished soul,

Resultant from the mental junk food you consistently devour,

One hour of one week at a time,

Oblivious to the ever present, omnipresent, malevolence it represents,

While passing by the ever needy right before your eyes,

No faith required,

Just eyes,

In the praise of God you have found sin,

In the fear of God you have found forced attrition,

In the lies of man you pick and choose at will kernels that align with yours,

While dismiss those, off handed that bear no fruit,

For you,

For you,

As in the end, that is indeed what it is all about,

With your Hail Marys,

Truly Hail Mary as you believe that the empty words,

Are the reckoning that will free you from your sin,

Upon your death,

Right your wrong,

Free you from hell and guide you on your heavenly path,

What about the here and now,

What about your mother, sister, daughter and wife?

Constantly dismissing women from the inner sanctum,

Despite their very benevolence in your own creation,

For reasons, real, veiled in dogma,

Though rooted in the ownership of the very temples,

That would disgust your god today,


Fellow planetary travellers,

Relegated to second class status,


To be revered and reviled at one and the same time,

Those very courageous women defiant,

Holding dear in womb,

Nine months,

Vile deviants who smash not just the mother of another,

But their own,

Selfish actions,

Against your species, your home and your planet,

Be you Christian, Muslim or Jew,

Today when you pray, I beg you this,

Please consider the totality of your religions,

Of ALL religions,

The fullness of your spirit,

Ask of yourself,

What do I represent,

And do the millennia of wars,

The religious and ethnic hatred,

Perpetrated in your names,

For your Gods,

Represent the same,

For your myths devoted,

I beseech thee to inquire,




Coming to a place of reason,

Devoid of faith,

Whereby you realize,

If I were full of grace,

And the lord were with me,

As thee,

Hallowed be my name,

Mother of God,

I would be and always have been equal,

And you butcher my grace with your impertinence,



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Occam; For Aden

In moments disquieted,

Like a funeral march,

A timbre echoes forth with shades of I and I and I,

They are spate but not equal, separate,

These ever present forces battling for supremacy,

A chosen light,

Warrior Poet,

Guardian for purity of spirit,

Shadow revealed temperaments,

Munch bellowing,

While I scream,

Vibrant hues and sullen pastels,

Constantly observing the pale green light,

At dock’s end,

Pulling me ever closer to an awaiting destiny,

One yet manifest,

Whereby the drink no longer soothes,

And the words no longer flow,

The crash of worlds colliding,

While inside none but I can see,

The hole devouring circles,

Where I am to reside,


Time neither friend nor foe,

Instead a constant tick of tocks,

One infinity further from life,

One second closer to Omega,

Non Omnis Moriar,

The cold comfort of Occam’s razor,

The simple truth, defined solely for and by I,

That I and I may step forward into the pasture,

Of past, present and future,

To graze on the brilliance of those before me,

And hopefully those to come,

Steadied by a resolve that resembles not courage,


A dedicated provenance,

To the voices of my ancestors,

Great and not so,

Who imbue, distill, inquire and inspire,

The daily aspiration,

Of my fingers on these keys,

Sole purpose, soul sacrifice,

Splattered with flickered intensity,

An act of derision, submission to the inherent beauty,

And bravery,

Of a life lived out,

One word at a time.


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Her Laughter; My Master

I exist inside a plain of doppelganger, doppelgangers,

That those in my inner circle can see,

But she, she moves me,
With a kindness only a mother can understand,

She touches my darkness with light,

Illuminating the invisible,

Decimating the appetite for destruction,

With a deft touch,

As gentle as a morning wind sweeping the sea,

Yet as vicious as a strengthening storm,

A dichotomy that seems oxy moron,

Yet is the stable prerequisite of love’s necessary refrain,

I am here,

I am here,

For you,

With you,

Of you,

Her laughter,

With pursed lips and widening eyes,

Like a siren and a muse,

Reaches deep within the void of my gloom,

Tickling with subtle insinuation, beyond words,

Beyond intent,

The clenched paw of Cerberus,

My nonpareil Black Dog and constant companion,

Around the chains of my chemical tempest,

Breaking them, confounding him, indeed them,

Her laughter,

With piercing resolve to lighten my load,

In the absence of mitigating words,

Her face twists and turns stunningly,

And a primal surge wells within,

Released to an awaiting beast, beasts,

My vicious inward aspersions cast,

While my imaginary friends call for impossible results,

A permanent darkness,

Replaced by,

Her laughter,

Like the sweet scent of lavender in Provence,

Or dew kissed roses in spring,

Demanding rapt imagination,

Eyes closed,

She transports me from the personal hell,

To a pivotal heaven,

Each ethereal laugh like the pluck of a minstrel’s string,

Or Nina’s voice,

Tugging through the fog of my decay,

Planting seeds that sow a temporary reprieve,

A kindness known so rarely in occasion,

Expressing the ultimate shift of a soul in flux,

A soft hammer when Father Time demands,

Stillness when Mistress Fate decides,

A grandiose calmness that unwinds the havoc,

And wreaks hope on this heavy heart, downtrodden,

Uplifted by the sweet caress of language beyond words,

Meaning beyond understanding,

Wisdom beyond years,

For in the kindness of this mother’s laugh,

Rests something more powerful than all the armies,

Standing and past,

Lives something more encompassing,

Than misfiring neurons and atomic practical jokes,

Her laugher unleashes a storm of optimism,


Within reach,

That if I can abide this one moment more,

Just one more moment,

Internal clouds will fade,

Sirens will subside,

Resplendent Muse emerging,

And in that moment, grace descended,

I am free from I and I,

From torment,

From words,

From language,

Yet filled with unseen troughs of majestic communiqué,


She knows,

Her laughter,

The penultimate gift to me,

The reminder of a life worth living,

Faith restored,

Where once again words have meaning,

But not one,

More than the prehistoric surge,

Of her liberating laughter.


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