Cruel Reality, a poem for our times

Cruel Reality

A classic song screams out through my radio,

“We won’t get fooled again!”

Unless we don’t pay attention in history class,

Or worse, when we don’t bother to ask any questions.

Yet soft,

Do not let your words enable “deconstruction.”

Fight on weirdos, fight on freaks,

Fight on.

Stanza 2, the part where the poet keeps rambling,

Not this time.

My poems are no longer mine,

No longer for me,

No longer needing to be justified or validated.

Poetry itself is justified.

Does the president get it?

Of course not,

Evil is as evil does.

Evil has no humanity,

Do not appeal to where there is no court.

Why do so many legitimize evil

by doing nothing?

Denial, easy to do

when ICE or the B.I.A isn’t kidnapping your child

and beating up your grandmother.

Brainless professional bootlicks

and we give them badges and parades.

If they failed at high school football

why trust them with the law?

Cruel reality, not everyone is on your side.

Cruel reality, our lenses can be skewed

and skew our view.

Cruel reality, people are not always what they seem.

I could go on for days about this world’s cruel reality.

And I will.

I need to.

Cruel reality, an idea is an idea in of itself.

It’s all inane, but it’s all very interesting to.

Both?

Yes, and neither.

Confused yet?

Good. That’s step one.

The next is controlling

channelling

the inevitable frustrations.

Your microwave will kill you

faster than a diseased box

and the cops are bloodthirsty.

Long live reality T.V.

Max Headroom was no metaphor,

Tangent words begin again

reps and senators

Hot sex live 24/7

And the millionaires whine more about it than we do.

That’s nice but please sir,

Please master,

May I have some more?

No, well, can I have my life back?

No?

Can I at least live?

No.

Why are the puppies begging eyes

only effective when they are blue,

not brown?

Enjoy cable?

iPhones? Wifi?

And all the other masturbation aides?

Well, congrats jerks,

While you were hate tweeting about whatever it is,

Tyrone got shot,

Maria was deported,

And Mohamed is stuck in LAX.

Good luck replacing all three.

Flags make good cum catchers,

And even our soldiers are tired of being props,

Sick of being human flag poles.

Don’t use the used to justify you.

Facts to suit theories not theories to suit facts.

Have I limited myself?

Is grammar so important?

What do order and style

have anything to do with truth?

When did “MAGA” become “Zig HEIL!”?

It always was.

A big, round planet

that no empire could ever keep covered.

Caligula had to come sometime

but a horse in the senate would be fitting

since it is already full of jackasses.

Thank you good night!

You’ve been a great crowd!

Don’t forget to harass the waitress on your way out.

Cruel reality,

Integrity can fall short,

And supremacy hinders the so called “supreme.”

Cruel reality,

Proustian memories triggered not by a cookie, but a beer,

A familiar scene, my local pub and brew.

A dad trying,

A bored teen,

A hungry young sister,

Convinced she “isn’t hungry daddy!”

It is her standing rock, she will not be moved.

A sweet scene, tainted by the world it exists in.

Cruel reality,

Not everyone on the same side

is actually on the same side.

Cruel reality,

One man can destroy democracy.

One can always interfere,

But one can never stand in the way of truth.

Cruel reality for them,

The truth is always there,

And will always haunt them.

Cruel reality,

We can never be free from the haunt of memory.

Nation captive to nation,

The profit in pain.

Cruel reality,

Kids don’t care about the carbon-dated world

of colas and silver screen stars.

Should they?

A question for the philosophers, not the poets.

Cruel reality for the enemy,

Is that the game is a state of mind.

But the game ain’t saying nothing.

Today the masses say it,

Cruel reality for the enemy,

The eye of integrity,

Karma and big brother

Are on them like never before.

Cruel reality for the enemy, but we all got game.

Cruel reality, what is happening here

Is perfectly clear

And it always has been.

Cruel reality,

Racism is not just for the racists,

But even the “good” people.

Cruel reality for me,

Though frustration is real

The tedium of this world,

The pain and suffering

Is more real than ever today.

Cruel reality, that isn’t too cruel when you think about it,

But the time, the chance, to step back,

And give others a space, a time, a home.

Cruel reality, pretty blond pornstars

Have gone political,

And trust me when I say

It isn’t pretty.

Cruel reality.

Cruel reality.

Cruel reality.

Won’t someone pass me a pill

Since joints are a sin?

Pass me a pill so that I may sink

So that I can forget

So that I can ignore these days,

This era,

So that I can ignore

our cruel reality.

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Perfection is a waste of time (a poem)

Perfection Is A Waste of Time

You can’t go to hell if you are already there,

And perfection is the death of art.

The pursuit of perfection,

Is the birth of mediocrity.

Mediocrity can be no one’s muse.

But perfection is tedium,

Soulless and tedious.

These words to the wordsmith,

are trivial repetitive garbage.

Soul is tedious,

And perfection a waste of time.

Perfection is tedium,

it is mediocrity.

Perfection is the death of originality.

Rebels

Gramercy, The Journey of Jack Lewis. Chapter 13.

Chapter 13 Fun Playing God

Needless to say our star crossed lovers spent that night in each others arms.  In fact they had spent every night for the last three weeks in each others arms.  Never had either one been so happy, so warm, so full of joy. Kate was used to men being douche-bags, but she felt Jack was soft and sweet, but so masculine at the Same time. Plus she wanted to take care of him. She felt she understood him, and the world didn’t. The world just locked him up.  But she wouldn’t shun him, she wouldn’t hurt him.  And Jack knew this, and for the first time in his life he felt comforted and at peace.  What Jack couldn’t believe was how much light and change had come into his life, in a single night.

They awoke each day at her apartment.  A studio a few blocks away from Hal and Conners home.    This morning, he heard her sing in the shower, she was singing “God’s gonna cut you down” by Johnny Cash and Jack was simply intoxicated by the beauty of her voice.  

While lost in her song, he danced about her apartment and by her impressive bookshelf.  Upon which he decided to grab a book and lose himself in both her voice and her books.  He walked the shelves until he found the one that struck his interest the most

He picked the one with the most worn out spine.  A collection of short stories by some author who had 17 manuscripts lying around from his teen years after he died.  “Clearly she reads this one a lot,” thought Jack, “I should get a sense for her taste in books if this is going to work out.”

He cracked open the book the first story and began, losing himself in Kate’s songs.

Fun Playing God

by *******************

*Authors Name Omitted for Liability

I am God.  I Control the heavens and the Earth.  I crafted and molded the peak of Everest and I spread the water across the seas.  Life is a canvas and all that is and all that you see is my masterpiece, the beauty of the stars and galaxies are my Mona Lisa, and the majesty of my creatures are my David.  Out of the billion and billions of my creations among my stars, Earth was my masterpiece, my requiem.  

Yet, when I created this Earth I found something was missing.  There was nobody to appreciate it but me.  I thought I was being selfish, so I created other beings, humans, to share these gifts.  I gave you the planet out of selflessness hoping that you would in turn bless another soul by returning the kindness of the Earth .  I also hoped that all would give to the Earth as it gave to them.  

But I was wrong.  You humans have raped my beautiful creation.  The earth has become a filthy scum ridden infestation.  Greed is as constant as oxygen.  My perfect blend of sea and land, unlike all the other planets, my perfect piece of art, my child, my greatest creation, full of evil. pain, and greed, all thanks to you.   Don’t worry, like most artists will tell you, when there is something wrong with a picture, you fix it.  Robert Louis Stevenson created three drafts until he perfected DR. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I just need to do the same to earth.  

Actually, you humans are doing that for me.  Climate Change , Depressions, Wars, disease, all because of your lack of responsibility.   You guys sort of took all the work out for me.

THE ANSWERS

What are the Answers?

Where are the answers?

Are they hidden?

Is there a definite answer?

Answer to what?

What is the question?

Do you know?

Does anyone know?

Who is anyone to say that they know?

I thought no one knows?

Maybe some do, and most of us don’t, so that’s why they are so hard to find?

But then how did those people find the answers?

I hear these so often, truth be told the answer is there is no answer.

YOU ARE NOT THE SUBJECTS OF A GRAND LEADER.  WE ARE EQUALS IN THIS WORLD. WE NEED THE BEGGAR AS WE MUCH AS WE NEED THE WORKER, FOR THERETO BE UP THEREMUST BE DOWN.  IF DOWN WAS ALWAYS DOWN, AND UP DIDN’T EXIST, DOWN WOULDN’T EXIST, BECAUSE DOWN WOULD ALWAYS BE DOWN, IT WOULD BE CONSTANT.  REMEMBER THIS, ALSO REMEMBER TO  SEE THROUGH THE PROPAGANDA EJACULATED TO YOU BY YOUR COMFORTERS.  LIVE BEYOND THE ILLUSION OF COMFORT, ONE FREE OF COMFORT AND DISCOMFORT IS TRULY AT PEACE.  THEY SEE THE WORLD AS IT IS.  

And so it was, the word of the lord.

Peace.

Love.

Happiness.

This was all there was supposed to be to life, but thanks to you cowardly fucks overcomplicating everything by creating your mirage.  You have destroyed what was Eden,and you bastards raped it to shreds.

When I look back I wonder what happened, I wonder how It came out of my grasp.

Let’s tell a few stories, maybe you can get my point.

With every believer there is a prayer, and all those prayers have to come to me, do you understand what it is like to have millions of voices in your heads at once?

Every prayer someone is almost always asking for something, rarely is it ever just one of thanks.  Some things I can help with and something’s I can’t.  I can’t make your dreams come true, I cannot grant wishes, I am merely a teacher, you are the own who must evaluate my lessons.

THERE IS NO DIVISION, THERE IS NO SEPARATION.  EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED, WE ARE ALL ONE, GIANT INFINITE BEINGs ALWAYS EXPANDING AND EVOLVING.    

WE ARE ALL ONE THING, THIS DIVISION IS SIMPLY A MIRAGE.  A MIRAGE THAT IF YOU FAIL TO SEE THROUGH, YOU WILL SUFFER, AND YOU WILL FAIL TO SEE THE SEPARATION OF SUFFERING AND JOY.  YOU WILL BECOME ADDICTED TO THE RUSH OF THE DEEDS BUT THE COMEDOWN OF SUFFERING IS FOREVER THE PRICE OF THIS HIGH.  ABANDON THE MIRAGE.  MIND IS THE FORERUNNER OF ALL ACTIONS.

And so it was, the word of the Lord.

Even an evildoer feels happy

Before his negative actions reach fruition.

However when the evil ripens

He will have a bountiful harvest of evil results.

The Dhammapada

I found how blind you humans are somewhat hilarious to be honest.  I look around at my children and I see them taking medicines which hurt and destroy them with chemicals and synthetics.  I gave you humans a bounty of medicine in nature.    I gave it to you free for the taking.  But because you people are blind deaf and dumb, you created more disease, more filth.  Having a beautiful clean world shouldn’t be a chore, it should be your joy.  I only have one earth, I thought that meant you’d appreciate it.

Perceive the world as a bubble.

Perceive the world as a mirage.

If you see the world in this way,

You render the Lord of Death powerless.

The Dhamapada

I willed for many a tragedy to happen.  I also will for every miracle, it entertains me to reward humans for their successes, and it satisfies me to punish you when you deserve it.  Your failures of classism, racism, and all the rest of your fuck ups, have been restituted with the deaths of numerous benevolent leaders, musicians politicians, actors, you name it.  The scandals of those who preach my name, it is there restitution for abusing my name.  They use my name to hate other innocents, so I make them sex and coke addicts and give them incurable cancer.  Oh the fun I have killing the unworthy, but I cry when I kill the innocents to punish you, it seems sometimes that’s the only way I can teach you a lesson is to take away the good.  

 But hey, shit happens.

Free will.

It comes with responsibility.

For there to be moderation there must be overconsumption.

For there to be up there must be down.

Life cannot exist without the positive and the negative.

For there would be no balance

LOOK AROUND THE ANSWERS ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.  A FINGER IS POINTING AT THE MOON, DON’T FOCUS ON THE FINGER OR YOU WILL MISS THE BOUNTY AND BEAUTY OF THE MOON.

And so it was, the word of the Lord.

A question I hear from you a lot is, “How was this planet created?”  Well as I said I am God I control the heavens and the earth.  I pull the strings with my own two hands without you ever seeing it.  The laws of gravity are constant thanks to my planning.  As for how the Earth was created essentially I clumped a big ball of nothing together into a dense mass, until the mass was so dense it imploded upon exploding into the world.  You humans evolved from the puddle of ooze that was the Earth into carbon based living beings.  Marvels of the majesty that is art and science can be seen throughout nature and even the naked body.  Yet you let ancient metaphors block your judgment keeping you blind to the beauty of the body and the joy of sex.  

Don’t you think there is a reason I made sex feel so good?Because I wanted you to enjoy yourselves.  Death is inevitable. So I gave you simple pleasures, like sex and natural intoxicants, such as wine.  Yes, I gave you wine. Wine comes from nature, look it up.  

Why do you humans think you need to suffer your whole life to be rewarded in death?  Don’t you see I gave you Earthly pleasures to enjoy your short time there?  Think about it, “Heaven on Earth!?”  What the hell do you think awaits you in the afterlife?   So long as you don’t hurt anything or anyone you should feel free to do as you please.  Enjoy your entire time on earth, don’t suffer in the long run in order to be happy in short run.  Life is not a wave you have to work and paddle to ride and enjoy, life is the ride of the wave itself.  So drink up and grab your lover.  Those of you how enjoy others suffering are doomed to suffer.

I have all the answers, and I am always willing to give them.  I recall a meeting with one of my children, just weeks ago.

She approached me but she dared not to get to close, she was a young woman, and you have no idea what joy it gives me that some people care enough.

“Are you God?” she asked.

“Yes my child,” I replied and she wrote something on her notepad, I could tell she wanted to hear what I had to say, she wanted to write it down and remember it all.  She continued to ask me questions.

“Do you know everything?” She asked, I could tell she was just a little skeptical, they all are when they first meet me.

“Yes,” I said.  She decided now to seize the opportunity and put to rest her quest for answers.

“What is the meaning of life?”  She asked first.

“Peace, Love, and Happiness, I suppose.  Come back to that question in little bit so I can think it ove because there are a lot of right answers to that problem.”

She wrote it down without hesitation.  “Why did you create suffering?”

“So you may know what joy is.”  She wrote this down.

“Do you control everything?” She asked, I not buried her skepticism.

“Essentially, I do, but I do it without you ever seeing it.  I keep you on Earth with gravity, it holds you on the planet, and I don’t have to do a damn thing after I invented gravity.  You invented the label for it though.  Remember all labels are subjective.ook at the different labels that are my children’s languages.”

She nodded and continued to write.  “Did you settle on an answer for the first question?”

“I’m afraid there is no answer to that question my child.”

She nodded, “I understand,” she gave me an offering as a thanks, and left.

THE MEANING TO LIFE IS THERE IS NO MEANING TO LIFE.

And so it was, the word of the Lord.

HUMANS INVENTED RAPE, HUMANS INVENTED MURDER, YOU ARE THE GUILTY INNOCENTS.  YOU ARE ALL SAINTS AND YET SINNERS.  YOU ALWAYS ATTEMPT PERFECTION.  YOU FAIL TO SEE THAT WHAT MAKES YOU IMPERFECT IS WHAT MAKES YOU THE SAME.  YOU ARE ALL VICTIMS AND VICTIMIZERS BOTH.

And so it was, the word of the Lord.

People under the idiotic notion that the only way to be happy is to be free of stain.  You forget no one is free from stain.  No one is free of criticism.o one is free of pain.No one is free from attack.You humans look for ways to be free of these things, but you cannot be.

Why do you humans waste your time asking me all these questions when you already know the answers?  You ask me what is the meaning of life is, and you know what it is, but you can’t accept the fact.  You are always preparing for the future.   There is no future.

MY NAME IS NOT A TOOL TO BE USED FOR ANY MATTER.  YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING THE WORLD “HEAVEN ON EARTH”. THE WAY IS NOT BY YELLING MY NAME AT PEOPLE BUT YELLING MY MESSAGE.

AND I MEAN MY MESSAGE NOT YOURS.  LOVE THY NEIGHBOR, GIVE YOUR COAT TO THE MAN WITHOUT ONE.  YOU ARE INDIVIDUALS, BUT YOU LIVE IN A COMMUNITY, WE PERCEIVE THE WORLD SEPARATELY YET TOGETHER.  WE CAN MAKE THIS WORLD THE PLACE IT WAS BEFORE YOU HUMANS INVENTED WAR.  YOUR ANIMAL INSTINCTS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE USED IN SELF DEFENSE.  NOT MURDER.  

ALL WAR IS JUST AN EXCUSE FOR PILLAGE, RAPE, AND MURDER WITHOUT SUFFERING ANY CONSEQUENCES, SO I CREATED CONSEQUENCES.  

And so it was, the word of the Lord.

When I say I’ve killed innocents, I’m talking about Martin Luther King or Gandhi. They died to show you the suffering which you have inflicted on others.  I also felt that they could serve a higher purpose in death than in life.  Because in death their lessons can be appreciated, in life they remain the subject of debate.  In death they are subjects of history.  They are the symbols in death they couldn’t be in life.  I truly cried when I had to kill Lincoln, King, the Kennedy’s, and I laughed my ass off when I popped Hitler, Stalin, and Jerry Falwell.  I  cried when I had to open the gates of heaven to Hitler’s 11 million.  

THIS IS HEAVEN YET THIS IS HELL. THIS IS REAL YET THIS IS FALSE.  THIS EXISTS YET IT DOES NOT.  I’M REAL, YET I’M NOT, I’M EVERYWHERE YET NO WHERE.  INFINITE YET CONFINED.

And so it was, the word of the Lord.

She visited again.

“Do you still control, the heavens and the Earth?”  She asked.  I understand her skepticism.he debauchery and sin of the world has reached shocking levels under my radar.  But fear not, the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

“I understand your skepticism, it would seem I have lost control, fear not my child, it is all part of the divine plan.  But it gives me hope for my people when I see them so concerned about my kingdom.”

She looked back at me, “I was more concerned about you.”  Then she smiled, this one is truly a gift to this Earth.  She then gave me two blue offerings and scoop from the well, and she was off again. I always want to follow her, but I can’t.   I want to run and tell her how much this world needs people like her, so considerate of the welfare of so many beings, even the Lord.  But this locked door, these padded walls, keep me from getting to her.

Why do so many question if ‘I’m god?  They say “No, you are Isaac J. Constantine,” why can’t I be both?

You humans keep your own creator in containment because you have wandered so far away from me, you don’t even recognize me.  You don’t even recognize your father.  You have become so unfaithful. You’ve taken my words for heresy and follow the priests and preachers like the Hitler youth.  It’s okay, abuse me all you want, one who can take abuse without delivering retribution is truly in control of themselves.  I can only lead by example and hope those follow.    But remember, God is everywhere. I am everywhere. I am everything. Just as I am the plants in the ground and the clouds in the air. Look in the mirror, and you will see I’m also you.

So, you can keep my hands tethered to my sides in this jacket,. You can keep my body in this padded cell.  You can throw the word “insane” around all you want.  You can fuck with your free will all you want. Just remember, I have the final say in reality.For I am God, and I control reality.  I am reality.  So…

SO NOW  GOODBYE.  IT’S TIME I KEEP THE PROMISES MADE IN REVELATIONS.  I HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO!

GOODBYE, GOODBYE,  GOODBYE.

Jack found the work weird and confusing, he heard Kate get out of the shower and he could hear her singing even louder now that the water was off.

Lost in her song once again, he turned to another story and kept reading.

This Charge

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This Charge,

This mockery of peace and

justice.

Why these chains?

Why these cells?

Why these wardens?

Why these overseers?

Is the human soul not

an inherent figure fixed

of man?

This is nothing that hasn’t

been said before.

If the day of judgement

is true, Fear not for

the victim’s but the evil’s

souls.

Pity is either a marker of

ego or heart.

Pity can be a punishment

all its own.

 

7/26/14

Listen to this Moment and Every Moment: How all is and can be one.

What does it take to get the human mind to end its constant veracious speed?  The human mind is constantly active, constantly working in ways that even when we are aware of it we barely understand.  

Yet there is a problem.

Humans are effort minimizers and euphoria maximizers.  We want the reward but we don’t want to put forth the effort that comes with that reward.  

What do we all want?

We all want a society that transcends hate, that transcends the needs for self medication, for violence, for exploitation of both our planet and our fellow beings both human and non human.

We want to see a world where profit is meaningless, yes we all need profit to a degree in order to eat and survive but profit should be about what profits all of society as a whole, not just one individual.

Those who say they do not want these things are either in denial or they are the ones doing the exploiting, and sometimes its both at the same time.  These people don’t want to change things because they fear the change because they have something to lose in the change.  At least they think so.

As Marx said however, “You have nothing to lose but your chains.”

The same goes for sexual liberation and the one sided views of modern sexuality, we all want to be in touch with our sexuality and those who say they don’t are also in denial or exploiting sex for their own benefit.  They deny a gay couples right to marry so they can feel more established in their own concrete sexuality when concrete sexuality is an illusion, you are not more established in your own marriage because you deny marriage to others.  You simply are buying into the illusion of dichotomy.  The idea you have to feel “us against them” because you fear what unity with people as a whole would be like. This fear comes from the fact humans have never been truly united as one and because the idea of true unity, true peace is so foreign we cannot believe it is possible.

I am here to say it is possible.

I am here to say at this very moment, all of these moments of bigotry, exploitation, lethargy, and apathy can be stopped.  How can it be stopped you may ask?

I do not know, perhaps if I listen to what you have to say because you have listened to me we can create a dialogue and find out how to stop these matters?

There I think I found an answer, we need to just listen to each other more.  If we are right we will be proven so by the words themselves.  If we need to prove we are right the chances are we are more wrong than we can imagine.  

I have nothing to prove.

I know everything I have stated and every question I have asked to be true.  

If you disagree with me, tell me.

I will listen.

Because I will not grow, nor will the world around me grow, unless I listen to what you have to say.  When I listen I try to understand, when I try to understand I am more inclined to try to help.

If the same is not true for every human being, then there is a greater problem that we as humans have yet to acknowledge.

Rhetorical Questions

Do we call to arms our

great minds for the sake

of their minds?

Do we not sit upon

thrones made of African

machine guns?

Are these thrones not

sitting in the Louvre

or the British Museum?

Does vanity become

a bi product of consciousness,

or consciousness a bi product

of vanity?

Are we slaves to our emotions?

Or are our emotions slaves

to us?

Are we ever going to find an

answer?

Or, is there no answer

to find?

7/24/14