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Mens Rea and Mea Culpa

“Since we are not yet fully comfortable with the idea that people from the next village are as human as ourselves, it is presumptuous in the extreme to suppose we could ever look at sociable, tool-making creatures who are from other evolutionary paths and see not beasts, but brothers, not rivals, but fellow pilgrims journeying to the shrine of intelligence…The difference… is not in the creature judged, but in the creature judging.” Demosthenes

Human beings, Brothers and Sisters all,

United in faith,

Lend me your eyes and ears,

That perchance I may open your hearts and minds,

For I sit before you,


From an Ether you may not understand,

Words that may shock and awe you,

Frighten or excite you,

But surely must make you think and feel,

That something is truly wicked at play,

That causes me a guilty mind and I admit my faults,

Will you?

Brothers and Sisters,
where is your humanity?

Brothers and Sisters are you united in faith?








And Zoroastrianism?

For what is faith,

A set of beliefs based on trust,

A loyalty or covenant with that which you hold most dear,

Guided by a set of commandments,


Or rules,

That set the course by which you live your lives,






Without demanding proof,

Thousands of years,

Billions of people,

Whom I admire for their ‘faith’

And yet fear for the same,

For in the blind willingness of the oppressed,

By the oppressor, to believe in afterlives,

That will punish or reward the life you lead today,

You relinquish your personal responsibility,

To the very deities your faith is due,

You turn dimwitted,

Sightlessly guided by the hounds of war,

Unleashed by your acquiescence,

Clearly in defiance of whatever God in which you choose to believe,

And while I would like to despise you,

Hate you and have chickens come home to roost for YOUR crimes,

Against humanity and every species on this great Earth,

Instead as Chosen Light, Warrior Poet and rational man,

Communicating with billions of years of history,

The Ether and my delusions grand,

I say unto you,

I have a guilty mind and admit my faults,

And I am neither the first nor the last,

Seeking a world that your faith preaches,

Here and now,

On this imperiled earth,

On which you seem to be living for the dying,

In faith of something better,

That each of you,


Could create here on earth,

Loathe or bemoan you,


For I seek to reach inside your soul,

Peer inside your faith,

Illuminate ideas old in ways new,

That maybe you will wake up,

To see and then act upon,

The nightmare that has been upon us since long before my birth,

And with your inaction will continue unabated,

I have a guilty mind and admit my faults;

Do you?

“Six mistakes mankind keeps making century after century:

Believing that personal gain is made by crushing others;

Worrying about things that cannot be changed or corrected;

Insisting that a thing is impossible because we cannot accomplish it;

Refusing to set aside trivial preferences;

Neglecting development and refinement of the mind;

Attempting to compel others to believe and live as we do.” Marcus Tullius Cicero

Millennia after millennia,

Brothers and Sisters,

Humanity by its very nature continues to make mistakes,

For to err is part of our condition,

A natural course of trial and error,

In which we are supposed to GROW,

Being better today than we were yesterday,

Paying it forward to ourselves AND future generations;

In that way again I admit I have a guilty mind and admit my faults,

And yet we continue with the ever increasing devastation of war,

Allow people to starve or die from drought,

We use as weapons, classism, sexism, racism and all isms,

To DOMINATE over humanity,

For this I am not guilty, as I choose to set humanity on a course,

Of liberation,

Through dialogue and perhaps even diatribe. .

The only real personal gain to be made,

Is in discovering what lay within,

Not due to faith or scripture,

But through daily efforts,

Uncovering the veracity that is inside you,

The naturally imbued gifts, talents and wonders you are,

The passions that drive you,

Those are the betrothal of your experience to unbridle upon,

Your Brothers and Sisters all,

For the common and noble goal of mutual benefit,

Through self sacrifice,

Rather than the glorification of our current systems,

Filled with deadly sins,

Perhaps none higher than sloth, gluttony, pride and greed,

The perpetuation of myths and legends,

Older than our language systems,

Perhaps even older than our groans and grunts,

Our earthly salvation lay in overcoming these ancient beliefs,

That we need what they have,

And if we can not buy it, or steal it,

We must crush those so we may take it freely and without recourse,

Let alone remourse,

I am guilty and admit my faults,

Can and will you,

Rise up and stop the madness of the endless tyranny of war,



That which seeks to benefit the few,

While giving crumbs or death to the rest?

Brothers and Sisters of faith,
We all worry,

It is a natural state of our consciousness,

To become concerned with things outside of our direct control,

And yet,

It must be clear to those of you taking the time to read and hear these pleas,

Ninety eight percent or more of our worries,

Never come to light,

And only serve to have us chained,

Like slaves inside caves seeing shadows,

Shadows that are not there,

Stultifying us and preventing our actions,

To unshackle that which could so easily be sloughed away,

I have a guilty mind and I admit my faults,

Can and will you?

Brothers and Sisters of faith,

All things seems impossible until they are done,

Allowing a detrimental and devious mental state,

To prevent our advancement based on a terror of the impossible,

Unsettles future generations,

Dismisses our children’s passions

And sets us on a course of self fulfilling prophecy,

The most vile, disgusting and defiling word in any language,

A contraction,

Is can’t,

For we are a wise animal,


Imbued with consciousness, rationality, reason and thought,

We are capable of a great and many things that while you may not conceive,

Through faith must believe,

We can and will achieve,

If we put our minds to it,

I have a guilty mind and admit my faults,

Can and will you?
Brother and Sisters of faith,

Filled with trivialities that divide and conquer,

Purpose built by design to imprison your minds,

Convince you of truths that are wicked by strategy,

The colour of our skin is nothing more than pigmentation,

Our religions are through birthright, Manmade,

And the lottery of birth,

Driven by artificial geographical boundaries,

That can not be seen from space,

These trivialities are nothing more than infantile structures,

Convinced by powers you refuse to accept,

Despite your continued faith,

To acknowledge let alone stand up against,

If you cut me I bleed,

I have a brain, a mind,

Two eyes,

Two ears,

A nose,

A mouth,

Two lungs,

Two kidneys,

A liver,

And a heart,


Our preferences hold no place in our collective humanity,

We are all the same,

And it is only dark powers that seek to drive that out of us,

I have a guilty mind and admit my faults,

Can and will you?

Brothers and Sisters of faith,

The developments of the last one hundred years,

Have driven us further apart in our shared humanity,

The development of the radio and television, the internet,

Have illustrated the great horrors of the wicked amongst us,

That seek a cruel reign of evil,

By feeding your mind with the innocuous,

The vacuous and down right foolish,

Distracting you from freeing yourselves,

By using the one thing that can set us all free,

Into a beautiful world today,

Not in some storied paradise, but today,

The human mind is much more understood than you realize,

And that truth is used against you daily, every minute,

To make you afraid,

To move you away from personal advancement through study,

To force upon you specialization rather than generalization,

Giving you tools that were supposed to set us on a course of passions,

But instead has made many of you slaves,

With invisible chains,


“Look, listen, kneel, pray, it’s all right there… commercials”
Having faith in your Gods and your leaders,

To lift you up from your station,

Rather than yourselves, no personal stake,

Rather than taking the easy step of reading,

BLESSED reading,

Voraciously like a computer designer,

Inputting code,

Called language into your minds,

Language made of words,

Words are power,

So long as you know their meaning,

The syntax and structure,


Regardless of how disgusting it is to you,

Books are not banned for what they say,

But for ideas that they present,

Ideas contrary to those who seek to enslave your minds,

And your bodies,

The only cure for stupidity and ignorance,

Is not faith,

But MORE reading (thank you Mother),

Mother, for my life and this love of words, I love you;
The only cure for the ills of the world today,

Is more reading, more dialogue, discussion, not devastation,

That you may understand the wickedness you face daily,

And act in accordance with ideas and wisdom,

Rather than spoon fed exploitations that will ultimately cost your lives,

Here I am not guilty,

However I admit I have read extensively, your books,

And those that insult my soul,

So I may find personal enlightenment,

Can you say the same?

Brother and Sisters united in faith,

Your God is not better than their God,

There is only objective truth, not subjective,

While I put my faith in humanity,

I am slowing loosing it to the indifference of you,


Those of faith,

Allowing atrocities committed in your names,

We are all born naked and will return to the universe,

You can lead a horse to water,

But you can not make it drink,

Therefore I can not compel you to think or act any differently,

Especially through the use of permanent force,

The will of your mind is far too strong for such tactics,

A mind closed should also have a mouth closed,

But an open mind,

Can and will change the world,

Not compelling but instead leading those out of the darkness,

Like a Prophet or Sheppard,

Brothers and Sisters,

Will you follow to your slaughter or lead to your salvation,

Here too I am not guilty though I admit my faults,

And you?

“People should either be caressed or crushed. If you do them minor damage they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them there is nothing they can do. If you need to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance.” Niccolò Machiavelli

Brothers and Sisters united in faith,

Powers and principalities,

Vicious devils in beautiful dress,

With wordsmith caressed speeches,

Propagandizing you to inaction,

While at their behest,

You send your families to fight,

When our systems of manipulation and bribery can not caress,

You allow your family members,

To be burned, crushed and killed,

As canon fodder,

For leaders, religious, spiritual, economic, political and communal,


I have been inside their promised land,

Witnessed their evil designs,

Read their wicked words,

And was repelled by them,

They care not about you,

But of their own avarice, iniquity and longevity,

And like fools all,

You believe their packaged lies,

You buy their product of war,

When they pretend that they are doves,

With olive branches,

You refuse to accept your culpability in the actions of the state,

You refuse to accept your culpability in the actions of leaders,

You refuse to accept your culpability in the actions of corporations,

When these are YOUR creations,

These earthly devils that rob you of paradise,

You have been convinced the problems are too big,

That you do not understand,

Too difficult or unsolvable,

YET you still believe that those you vote for can and will deal with them,

These millionaires and the billionaires that put them there,


That my friends,

Is the very definition of Faith,

And now, you must understand why I have none,

Why I write these words,

Why I fight this fight,

Because faith has blinded you in ways you do not even see,

Because rather than informing yourselves,

You allow yourselves to be informed,

By people duty driven to misinform you,
I have no faith and for that I am not guilty,

Though I accept my faults,

My personal responsibility for the actions which I have been a part,

All of them,

Openly and with as much grace as possible,

And you?

“Whatever goes upon 2 legs is an enemy.

Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.

No animal shall wear clothes.

No animal shall sleep in a bed.

No animal shall drink alcohol.

No animal shall kill any other animal.

All animals are equal.” Orwell

Brothers and Sister united in faith,

Just as Orwell’s commandments changed,

For the benefit of the few,

Why do you so callously believe,

YOUR commandments are not abused and used against you,

What is your Mens Rea? What of your Mea Culpa?
That is, in allowing these continued atrocities in your names.

“One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.”
Aldous Huxley

Brothers and Sisters united faith,

That which has been conditioned can be unconditioned,

Turn off your TV,

Stop listening to the ever repeated lies,

Inform yourselves,

Open your eyes,

READ and QUESTION everything,


“With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word ‘intellectual,’ of course, became the swear word it deserved to be.” Ray Bradbury

Brothers and Sisters united in faith,

In a storm,

Such as the one gathering now,

And only going to get worse,

On rocky waves and dangerous seas;
“Believe in God BUT row AWAY from the rocks.”

And yet it moves.



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Gods & Generals – Psychopaths and Fools

People of faith –

Whether Yahweh, God or Allah,

Heed these words,

For they are the tears of my soul,

And of the countless millions the world over,

Whose blood has shed and whose words you will never hear,

Those die because your faith is used,

As a powerful manipulative deception,

To cover up countless lies and conspiracies that imperils us all,

By refusing to accept reality,


YOU are complicit in the slaughter,

YOU are responsible for allowing injustice to continue unabated,

YOU can create a lasting peace,

Without the need for us to drive the throngs,

Into a final battle in your imagined end times,


This REVELATION and those herein contained will expose,

The disguise the devils here on earth wear.

“THE conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country.” Edward Bernays

WHO rules your country?
Men and women who feign faith,

And believe me they do,

So many are atheists but can never admit it,

For YOU would not vote for them,

(and I know this first hand)

In order to get your votes,

Which have now become nothing more than a game of chess,

More often than not those who oppose this ruling elite,

Are legally, legally being disenfranchised,

Imprisoned, defamed or worse targeted for death,

This does not suggest,

As fools would have you believe that you should not vote,

You must register; you must vote, you must make your voices heard,

Though not just in that antiquated booth,

But where it matters most in our crumbling system (s),

Our festering and decayed pantheons of power,

Now usurped,

Vote with your dollar,

Put your money where your mouth is and watch,

How very quickly things can and will change,

For the very same chaos THEY seek to create worldwide,

Can be used against THEM with incredible force and

Beautiful results.

“Every age that has historical status is governed by aristocracies.

Aristocracy with the meaning – the best are ruling.

Peoples do never govern themselves. That lunacy was concocted by liberalism. Behind its “people’s sovereignty” the slyest cheaters are hiding, who don’t want to be recognized.” Joseph Goebbels

The best are not leading,

Our so called are not leading but following,

The will of masters many of you don’t even believe exist,

And the story remains the same,

The EXACT forces of manipulation today,

Have been used since time immemorial,

Only improved by the miracles of technology,



Sit there is quiet disbelief,

Malignant tumors to your own faith,

As you ALLOW yourselves to wear invisible chains,

Mortgages – literally translated – Mortus:

Living for the dying,

As you sit stupefied in front of tools of mass hysteria,

Purpose driven and designed to inflict the most callous of results,


Ever new and improved boogey men and ever new and improved toys,

To distract you,

From truth so obvious, so apparent, so right in front of your nose,

You cut it off to spite your face

AND though many will read these words as harsh,

Or even perhaps, as THEY would like, untrue,

As slaves unaware of the realities of an organized few,

YOU are allowing the slaughter of innocents,

YOU are responsible for the wars of aggression,

YOU are responsible for allowing your chains to remain,

But there is hope,

Should you wake up.

Call me names,

Those used by the manipulators to dismiss people like me,

Feel free,

For I know my reason and purpose,

I also know the meaning of my name,

So call me what you like,

For I,

Nosce Te Ipsum.

“This practice of creating circumstances and of creating pictures in the minds of millions of persons is very common. Virtually no important undertaking is now carried on without it, whether that enterprise be building a cathedral, endowing a university, marketing a moving picture, floating a large bond issue, or electing a president. Sometimes the effect on the public is created by a professional propagandist, sometimes by an amateur deputed for the job. The important thing is that it is universal and continuous; and in its sum total it is regimenting the public mind every bit as much as an army regiments the bodies of its soldiers.” Bernays

You are and have been lied to,

Consistently and ever more effectively,

Your entire lives,

Differences created and justified,

Used as pretexts for any number of inhuman acts,

That should insult your faith,

Let alone your humanity,

Polarities – Democracy and Communism,

Axis and Allies,


People the world over,

The lies, so often repeated, have become truth,

At least to those who accept freely,

The words of puppets dressed in suits,

In front of teleprompters,

Demonstrating, in open ways,

The tools of your own oppression,

While you, like school children, watching,

Giggle because someone has just farted,

Death, destruction, famine and drought,


Presented to you like entertainment,

With devastating effect as the dehumanization of those affected,

Has you eating McDonald’s or cake,

As you enjoy your bread and circuses,

Like cows unaware of their impending slaughter,

The lies have grown,

But the liars remain the same,

The lies are used to create a human pogrom,

Where we all live in gulags,

However beautiful our white fence,

Constantly in fear,

BUT consuming,

Hook, line and sinker the hyperbole and rhetoric,


Idiots all,

Despite the efforts of the few,

Trying to bring light,

Where now darkness reigns.

“In some instances the power of invisible wirepullers is flagrant. The power of the invisible cabinet which deliberated at the poker table in a certain little green house in Washington has become a national legend. There was a period in which the major policies of the national government were dictated by a single man, Mark Hanna. A Simmons may, for a few years, succeed in marshaling millions of men on a platform of intolerance and violence.”

These platforms of intolerance and violence today;



The New York Times
The Guardian

The People’s Daily

The Washington Post

The Wall Street Journal

Le Monde

The UN

World Bank,



And this list is merely for illustration.

People of faith,

How can you allow this to continue,

You number more than half of our seven billion,

Your faith being used as a weapon against you,

Could so easily be turned against these invisible forces,

That I can, have and will continue to expose,

And yet you stand still,

Doing nothing,

While professing The Lord, your true God, Allah or Yahweh’s teachings,

Are sacrosanct in your lives;

Perhaps the geopolitics of your existence escape you,

And it would be easier, or more palatable, if localized,

Easy enough for me,

What do you do when you see a homeless man on the street?
What do you do when you see someone who needs help?

A man or woman with no shoes?
A person being discriminated against?
A woman being beat?

These are but a few examples that show the vacuous nature,

Of your so called faith,

And perfectly demonstrates, illuminates and shines,

On how the callous amongst us,

Are so easily able to kill children whether from bombs, bullets,

Lack of water or food,

You say you give to the Church,

The Church has ENOUGH,

Christ according to scripture;
Matthew 21:12:

“And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves”

Is it not time for you,

People of faith,

To cast out those that subjugate you and all those you know,

Overthrow the tables of Wall Street, the World Bank and the IMF,

Usurious organizations that enslave you,

With an imaginary creation called DEBT,

Privatizing profits while socializing losses,

And though it pains me to say,

It seems now there are not enough doves,

You, the people,

To stand up against the war hawks,

Fighting in your name and with your money,

Go on and read Matthew 21:13, I dare you.

“The tendency of big business is to get bigger. Through mergers and monopolies it is constantly increasing the number of persons with whom it is in direct contact. All this has intensified and multiplied the public relationships of business.” Bernays

Viewed in a universal sense,

Even a child can understand how small our Spaceship Earth is,

However, here, the world is a big place,

And the one world sought by the powers that be,

With pretty words that have changed over time,

The current meme Globalization,

Demonstrates big business wants to get bigger,

Government is big business,
Politics is big business,

Media is big business,

Oil is big business,

Food Supply is big business,

The Military Industrial Complex is the biggest business,

And the distribution of public wealth,

Into private hands, limited,

Whether shareholder or owner,

Each of these big businesses seek to get even bigger,

Despite obvious and apparent truths such that infinite growth,

Can and never will be sustained,

In a world of finite resources,

And please, open your eyes,

Follow the money and realize that each of these BIG businesses,

Is directly or indirectly interwoven with each other,

And ALL profit from the same strategy orchestrated,

By those that have been in power since long before Bernays wrote these words.

“No serious sociologist any longer believes that the voice of the people expresses any divine or specially wise and lofty idea. The voice of the people expresses the mind of the people, and that mind is made up for it by the group leaders in whom it believes and by those persons who understand the manipulation of public opinion. It is composed of inherited prejudices and symbols and cliches and verbal formulas supplied to them by the leaders.

Fortunately, the sincere and gifted politician is able, by the instrument of propaganda, to mold and form the will of the people.” Bernays

Sincere and gifted politicians:

Abraham Lincoln
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Malcolm X

Martin Luther King Jr.
Robert Kennedy

Mahatma Indira Gandhi
Yitzhak Rabin

Benazir Bhutto

Get the idea,

Those who stand up for the people,

And are willing to move away from the norm?

“The normal school should provide for the training of the educator to make him realize that his is a twofold job: education as a teacher and education as a propagandist.” Bernays

Everything you learned is school,

Is a lie,

The entire purpose of education,

As it is today,

Is not to inform,

Is not to create critical thought,

It is to maintain the status quo,

To create obedience,


To babysit,

To ready our greatest treasure to enter to slave force,

Questioning nothing,

When EVERYTHING should be questioned,


People of faith,

Why do you allow this to continue,

Why do you not stand up,

Why do you accept like sheep your slaughter,

Because the Sheppard told you so?
With promises of a paradise after this life?
What God, I beseech you, pray tell me,

Would promise paradise after life,

When life itself could be paradise?

Perhaps you should reexamine your beliefs and what you think you know,

For the world,

Is hell,

Because you allow it to be so,

When it could so easily be a paradise,

If you used the combined power of your voices,

Rather than infighting,

If you truly loved your children,

You would demand, fight and die for change,

But what do you do instead?

I titled this on purpose,

As all writers do,

I could have,

And perhaps should have,

Just left it at that,

To get you to think:




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An Open Letter To Humanity

(Think about why I may have put this song up with this particular piece)

I am but a man,
One man,
Both lost and found,
Like a fairy tale,
I found my glass slipper,
Here and now, not once upon a time,
Though hopefully happily ever after,
In the beautiful shining souls of a people,
That reminded me of the true genuine beauty,
Of the innate humanity in all of us,
The genius of our evolution;
Five and a half litres of blood,
The same internal organs,
We each, if lucky, have;

Two legs;
To run toward a brighter future,
Two arms;
To embrace each other in delight and to comfort,
Two hands;
To outstretch in greetings and salutations,
Two ears;
To listen and hopefully hear,
Two eyes;
To see the magic that surrounds us every day,
A nose;
To inhale the beautiful scents of our blue marble,
A mouth;
Allowing us to communicate with passion in both joy and sorrow…

A brain;
Which if engaged can open doors but more importantly minds,
And it is these truths that lead me to you today…

We live in an age of expanding tyranny,
As history is repeating,
Both present and intergenerational,
We live in an age of unprecedented enlightenment,
Yet there is an ever expanding darkness,
Which is consuming our very souls,
Devolving our DNA,
With chemicals and cancers,
Only existent because of the greed of mankind;

We live in an age where the liberty our forbearers fought for,
Is being ripped from our hands,
One Big Mac at a time;
As we refuse to change our iniquities,
Our habits,
Our consumption,
WE, are allowing them, ubiquitous,
To win,
At our expense,
A highly cynical worldview has developed,
Created by men like me,
Sold to people like you,
As a lie repeated often enough,
Becomes true for the masses,
Ignorance is not bliss,
It is a weapon of mass distraction,
Smoke and mirrors,
The greatest long con of all,
For any real reading of the Wealth of Nations,
Exposes what Adam Smith intended was an adequate distribution of wealth,
Yet herein as the Bard would say… Lay the rub!

Are the masses,
People like me wake up,
Realize the error of our ways,
Look deep within, explore our spirits,
And set off soaring,
One small act,
One small change,
One seemingly insignificant deed,
Like the butterfly effect,
Repeated often enough can and will change the world.

Are the masses,
Are the the 99.99%,
Can take back our inalienable rights,
Those not given by mankind,
Instead recorded by nature itself,
In a collective awakening can and MUST shed the chains,
Of the institutions and systems of the oppressor,
Slough off the indentured servitude and outright slaves,
That WE have become,
Through the weighed and measured manipulation of our minds,
From birth,
For the best slave is the one which does not recognize the burden of their chains;
Do you realize you are chained?

Are the people,
Must be, as Ghandi said;
The change we want to see in the world,
And as Jackson said;
Be the man in the mirror and start with me,
Must decide,
With voices united that the tyrants will no longer rule,
With iron fists of the military industrial complex,
Or the brutish seemingly above the law defenders of constitutions,
Eroded over time, by the greed of the few,
At our expense,
The people must embrace the true nature of life,
return to a life that is sustainable and free,
REALIZE that the universe lay within us,
Lay within us,
The people must stand up,
Be counted,
And if needed fight for the world we seek,
A world that I know my grandchildren can not just live in,
But thrive,
A world that is not the dystopian reality approaching,
Rather the paradise the universe intended,
The people,
Must find our passion,
Follow it to develop our purpose and meaning,
And then GIVE IT AWAY…

As a repudiation of our slave masters belief,
That we can and will not rise…

The proverbial they believe you are not capable of change,
That you will continue to watch their idiot box (TV),
You will continue to consume,
You will continue to allow them to rape the planet,
You and any future we may have,
They believe you will let them continue to rob you,
Kill in your name, invade and oppress others,
In your name;

WE, the people,
The solution is clear,
The situation dire,
And the end of the world they designed is near,
WE, the people,
Can, must and will retake our planet, our lives,
A sense of community,
Of family and of love…

And as a wise man others say is crazy once said;

“L O V E Repeats… Buccah!” The sound of a chicken…

Chickens for slaughter or industrial farms no more,
Slaves no more,
The people,
Determine our future
And must decide that there is no future,
Unless we act today, for ALL humanity,
And not imaginary friends in the sky,
Or lines on a map,
But for ALL humanity,
We must rise to our potential,
Meet the challenge of the despots
And overthrow evermore,
Those that seek to decimate you,
By any means necessary.


(This piece is dedicated to a donor who would like to remain anonymous for a campaign I am running to help twelve families affected by a flash flood of their homes… https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/help-poverty-stricken-lao-flood-victims/x/8130248#home… I can also take interac and paypal payments directly. Contact me for details)

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Conniving Imbalance

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction,
This despite indefatigable efforts,
Has proven itself true,
At least for the realm of science,
Yet it would seem,
The same is true of our actions,
Despite the laws of science and nature,
The unintended consequences,
Or collateral damage,
Leading us down a path of social Darwinism,
Where the rules are as transient and varied,
As there are people on this earth,
Competing vision,
Diametrically opposed opposites,
Polar if you will, BiPolar,
Such that I consider what action caused my current affect.

I whole heartily believe it was an accident,
When I was thirteen,
My stubborn head,
Bouncing off the pavement of my exclusive boys school,
Parochial if I may,
Though there is no arnica that can fix my proverbial brain bruise,
To you,
The casual observer,
I may even seem normal,
(TRUST me, no one that knows me would call me normal)
The reasons evident for this are simple,
What ails me does not manifest for eyes to see,
Ears to hear,
Mouths to taste,
Noses to smell,
And your hand cannot touch what ails me,
What is invisible to you?

Invisible to all,
Is hell for me,
For what ails me is manageable,
Not curable,
At least not for now,
If fortunate,
And I have done so well,
These words may offer you insights into what I am going through,
Spitting toxic vitriol,
Free from inhibitions,
Allowing myself the luxury of pure and innocent truth,
That is dark and deviant within me,
These words are my truth,
They are the signposts for what it means to be me,
What it feels like to be me,
Why I have removed myself from city life,
And run for the country,
Where the air is fresh, the scenery is lush,
And for at least an hour each day I feel at peace.

Choosing my battles,
I bat away all suggestions,
By my psyche, ego or my id,
That I and I and I cannot reclaim my life,
Fighting though I must and do,
Transient voices,
Powerful hallucinations,
All of which I battle,
On my own,
Having played the pharmaceutical card,
Only to discover it made it hard,
Harder, for me to cope,
For I do not care for you to feel this pain,
I do not care for you to see what it does to me,
The ravages of mind, body and soul,
Seemingly my possessed intelligence,
Conniving with some force out there,
I call it the Ether, the Universe or Karma,
Having no faith in what others consider God,
Choosing instead to have faith in science,
Science that is neither precise nor understood,
Plodding around in my chemical imbalances,
Have faith in the answers I am given,
Though they are always prefaced with a,
“We don’t quite know how it works, but it does.”

Initially I hid behind a mask, a costume, a uniform and in the shadows,
No more,
I have decided that to stay the course,
Means to be brutal and frank in my honesty,
That not only you may appraise,
But so too can I,
These days of manic disaster,
Where I persevere.


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The Sun Also Rises

“When the sun rises, it rises for everyone”

The sun may rise everyone,
But it certainly doesn’t SHINE on every one,
That is a lie that we tell our children, and ourselves
With whitewashed histories,
Lies written by the victor,
As a spoil of war,
They contradictions of what is right and just,
The most disgusting part of which,
You all know is true..

The sun may rise on everyone,
But for those who live in the shadows,
Those tortured souls that have no place,
No meaning,
No consideration in our lives,
Not in our backyard,
No shine for them,
Only scraps and cast offs,
And only if fortunate,
News flash,
There is no such thing as my backyard anymore,
Globalization ensures that.

African Americans on slave ships,
Millions sold,
Billions made,
Bought and sold by Europeans,
Brought to the Americas and the world around by force,
To till the fields of the white aristocracy,
To work the mines of gold, iron, coal and diamonds,
You may say that this is the past,
But is it really?
What of the Congo and Blood Diamonds? (just one example)

What of the millions we stood by and allowed to die,
Despite heroic efforts by a great Canadian General Romeo Dallaire,
Who witnessed and reported daily,
To his United Nations masters,
In Rwanda,
Afraid of using a word,
Genocide because of the international implications,
After promising,
Never again.
Did the sun rise on them?
Did it rise on their bodies laying in the streets,
The make shift gutters,
Running rivers of blood.
Did it shine? For them?

Every day,
In every city,
All around the world,
The under class that no one speaks of,
Whether in India or Africa,
Suffers from indignation to their plight,
The dreams of visionaries like Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr,
Malcolm X, Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman,
Have now become legacies of nightmares,
That the underclass lives daily,
Its current name,
Foreclosure and unemployment,
Food insecurity and indifference.

The sun may rise on everyone,
But what of Africa and India,
Though the ‘Trade’ companies owned by foreign governments are gone,
Unaccountable transnational corporations have replaced them,
Those that only answer to the shareholder and the bottom line,
Bhopal comes to mind.

What of the subjugation that did not end with colonialism,
It still exists,
Apartheid may be over,
But to those in the townships has life improved,
Where is their education,
And I don’t mean the one commanding,
That a uniform be bought,
A uniform that few can afford,
Such as the standard operating procedures of the World Bank and IMF,
Colonialism has become capitalism,
And capitalism is the new enslavement,
Which may prove,
As time goes on to be far more deadly,
And treacherous than slavery every was.

The sun may rise on everyone,
But it rises more brilliantly,
For those privileged few,
The thousand or so that control 98 percent of all wealth
Those who do not suffer from this current economic crisis,
Some earning more in a minute,
Than entire villages collectively in a lifetime,
In fact the rich got richer,
While the under classes lost their homes and their dignity,
A true depression that no one wants to call,
The impact of which is yet to be felt,
Did you hear that,
The impact of which is yet to be felt,
And believe me,
It is going to be painful.

I cry out to the heavens,
Please, please return to us,
Visionaries that can guide us to a new paradigm,
A leader,
A true leader,
That every day,
Instead of the status quo,
In spite of it,
The special interests and corporate masters,
The rich getting richer,
Allows and pushes for a true redefinition of the distribution of wealth,
This must be addressed,
Before the masses rise up,
We the people,
Demand it,
And believe me they will.

So yes,
When the sun rises, it rises on everyone…

It just doesn’t shine on us all.

I have a dream today,
That we,
As a people,
Stand up and demand what is right and just,
I have a dream today,
That as technology progresses,
That the promised impact on our lives,
Be given us,
I have a dream today,
That your children, you and I,
Can do what we desire,
Free from worry of poverty, shelter, food or clothing,
I have a dream today,
That we allow the younger generation to follow its passions,
Rather than comfort and pay cheques,
For embracing those passions is the answer to all the worlds’ problems,
I have a dream today,
That we embrace each other as one people,
Without regard to race, colour or creed,
We are the human race,
And we are in a fight for our lives,
I have a dream today,
That we the people demand that our governments stop building weapons,
Start building;
Affordable housing, schools, hospitals,
Community centers, Libraries, parks and more,
Liberate our minds and the rest will follow,
I have a dream today,
That we finally realize our full potential,
Right iniquity,
And embrace a better future,
By starting today.


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