When…

I can’t take it anymore… the lies, the open deceit,
Perpetrated against us by our leaders,
By our media outlets,
Propagated and taught in our schools – colleges and universities and I’m left scratching my head,
Wondering at first alone,
And now aloud,
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP???

Believe me,
There is no amount of coffee smelling that will assist
To this solemn reality,
There is a war being waged,
AGAINST YOU,
Against all that our founding fathers held dear,
And up until very recently beyond reproach,
An intergenerational tyranny;
Our form of government,
Our very freedom is under attack,
And not by Al – Qaeda,
Nor the IRA, ETA or the Taliban,
Our own institutions are being used against us,
19% at a time
And with the stroke of a pen you and I have no recourse,
Caffeine hitting you yet?

When are you going to realize that everything that you hold dear,
Is a lie,
Fabricated by men in ivory towers,
The same military industrial complex that Eisenhower warned against,
Save that now it is in control,
War is business,
Business is profit,
Lies…
Constantly,
Free market and democracy,
Have you been paying attention?

What free market?
Where?
Governments around the world,
Shortsighted and filled with green in their eyes,
Deregulated almost every sector of the economy,
And those hawks,
Both military and corporate,
Far and wide,
Took governments to the cleaners,
Wall Street rejoiced,
As governments too blind, too stupid or just plain shorting us all,
Gave way to the almighty dollar,
One credit default swap and foreclosure at a time.

Like Gecko said,
Greed is Good,
And he said so from his Ivory Tower,
And now history,
As always repeats itself,
Because we,
The ones with the real power,
Pay no attention to the real machinations,
That keep us comfortable,
And dumb as mules,
Hi ho hi ho its off to work we go,
And yet we are paid,
In real dollars less than we would have been paid in 1985,
And yet our productivity has gone through the roof, up almost 50%
Making millions, billions and trillions,
For people that don’t need it…
And have no intention of sharing (let alone caring).

So I ask you,
WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SMELL JUAN VALDEZ,
Participate, while you can,
For soon our choices,
Our freedoms,
Our comfy way of life,
Will be assaulted again,
As if it never stopped…
And believe me, it didn’t,
It’s okay though, change the channel… Isn’t Survivor on?
McLuhan screaming from the grave as he rolls over for the final time.

I ask you,
When is enough enough,
And when will our ideals,
Reach far and wide,
And become reality?

SDM

Duped

I’m distracted today, my mind running in two different directions –
very different in fact,
polar opposites,
so incredible as I struggle with the inner turmoil
attached to the stumbling almost stuttering display of love,
as so clearly I do,
she stands before me,
witty,
intelligent,
chalk full of wisdom,
loving and beautiful,
oh so beautiful
as to have your incredible beauty betrayed
by a lack of appropriate words to describe your inherently and wonderful;
elegance and grace –
You see –

Stuttering and stumbling.
So of course,
I have this cherubic appeal running through my mind –
Conversely:

Shatter!

My mind intrigued is adversely affected by what is currently happening –

Lies, everywhere!
Blatant lies,
full of the spirit of capitalism,
the true spirit;
Create the consumer,
determine the worth,
fight for the market share,
Ah the beauty of choice.

I remember 12 years ago this month,
sitting in a restaurant writing about the same fate I write of now,
an impending war; and for what,
so that Jed Clampett and his like can have a new home in Beverly Hills.
And the majority in sitting back and doing nothing to prevent a war
so obviously about the new imperialism –
the economics of Sport Utility Vehicles and presidential palaces
show just how hill billy we all really are;

Duped!
Don’t forget that the White House is a Presidential Palace as well!

SDM

Babylon Concerns Me Thus

Babylon concerns me thus;
Our hearts and minds littered with deceit,
The little lies we’ve told,
Ostensibly for our own protection,
Yet are we truly protected,
Or merely cogs in a very big wheel,
Allowing deceit and corruption,
To mount an unrelenting attack,
On the very core of our social fabric,
This marked decay worsens by the day,
Yet we are blinded by our own choices,
Seemingly irrelevant,
But are they?

Historically,
Our understanding of Babylon,
Is tainted,
As we are,
By our own design,
Either unwilling or unable,
To see through our modern creature comforts,
To realize consciously or otherwise,
Just how close we are,
Living each day,
Not just with the sins of our fathers,
But also our own.

As consumers,
Buying the little,
Seemingly innocuous lies we’re told,
About pimple creams and cars,
Ice cream and clothes,
Soft drinks and even the news,
Hook, line and sinker,
While men in suits,
Predominantly men make no mistake about that,
Sit aloft our bought and paid for ivory towers.

Babylon concerns me thus,
That behind well crafted and delivered media campaigns,
Our ignorance is preyed upon,
And the reward for our continued silence is the tenuous balance we call,
COMFORTS.

Babylon can not exist unchecked – History can and will repeat itself; Dramatically!

SDM

Truth and Poison

I feel the truth like poison seeping into our water table.
From the ground water we drink this tainted reality as half truths from the past are coming back to take their final due and there can be no escape.
These half lies, half truth, have served to stunt our collective consciousness lulling us into a very false sense of security.
It has weaved its way into our every day brought to us by those that seek to fatten their pockets not enrich the global brother and sisterhood.

I feel the truth, at least half, like arsenic, slowly stunting my nervous system until I am numb and desensitized so that when 100% truth is given (which is rare) I am somehow more ready to deal with it.

I’d like my truth like I like my water;

Fresh, clean and the source of life’s affirmations.

SDM

What do you think?

Is our time really that unique, save our relative access to information and freedoms? In this time of war, one of few in my lifetime, I would like to explore this very thought. With history as our guide it becomes crystal clear that our system has lied, cheated and stole, not just from our wallets; The likes of IBM, JVC and Ford, but no more of this the stories old. Our souls, more important, the swindle is clear, with our votes for puppets with invisible strings the devil offered us masters of industry to champion our cause. I don’t mind being robbed as long as its honest and by thugs down the street, but in Canada its thugs in pressed shirts and ties on the street – Cronies and old boys willing to hide in the shadows while we’re all led to the gallows; Hung, by our own ignorance and apathy.

So is our time, this time, historically unique? What do you think?

With a birdie whispering in my ear as a favour to the devil a clear picture is painted every bit as important as Egyptian hieroglyphs.

A long time ago in a land not so far away men who craved power and lacked principle unlocked a secret before unknown or ignored from which this current history, our history began to unfold; If you’ll sit for a moment the story of our undoing will be told.

In rooms without electricity, carved out of rock men figured subjugation and hatched a sinister plot. By joining forces in dim rooms lit by flame a new game emerged; Risk management its name. To control the hearts of the masses faith became a toy where these arrogant men believed that God could be played a fool. The devil agreed and massaged their pride taught them divine right as the population tried.

So with faith and a leader chosen by divine right the heels of the chosen one clicked in delight. If their hearts could not be won the devil suggested that chains would well do so slavery started and prisons soon grew.

So with might over right the devil and his friends, divine masters of fright our system began almost over night. Religion, man made, leaders so too, lets forward a few years to an idea not new, just practices by devils decree lets all realize an oxford degree, in truth.

So might and religion made quite a team and unspeakable horrors in the name of God became seen. By divine right and the power of the tools of war, education became far more important to score.

Thus by Royal decree and supposed divine right together great minds imposed theoretical slight. Control information and access to it. The devil whispered aloud as this almost blew it. But with his help Oxford got through it.

SDM
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Context... It was written as a piece of spoken word. The cadence may not immediately be clear but one day it will.

Benign Neglect and A Dream Once Dreamed

Benign neglect,
People wasting away on the street,
Cold and tired,
Hungry and wet,
Dying of starvation, a lack of shelter,
A societal lack of support,
Its more than that,
Ghettos,
Girdles of steel and brick,
Built by the cheapest bidder,
Schools,
Rat infested and asbestos laden,
Its hard to care when you're conditioned to believe that no one else does,
Purple, blue, red, yellow, black and white,
Puddles filled with caps of each,
Representing our fallen youth,
Lies,
Presented as truth,
An arrogant matter of factness,
From our comfortable ivory towers,
Recreation centers,
The breeding ground for both good and bad,
Morality decided by shades of gray,
No black or white,
We complain,
Yet most of us don’t even vote,
And when we do,
Who are we really electing?
Do you know the faces behind the suit, have you ever stopped to ask?
How about where they get their information and the very words that come out of their mouths?
And yet…
Look at the power you give them and look at what they’ve done,
Do none of you see?
Do none of you have the same fears?
Osama is not THE ‘terror,’
Merely one face of it,
A coward that hides behind faulty logic and misrepresented theology,
Driven by hate.
But make no mistake, there are a million more driven by hate and fear.
National populations suffer from starvation – When is the last time you didn’t finish a meal?
Drought, a lack of access to education,
Technology and science, my education undervalued,
My technology underused and the Advil I take for a hangover could serve a much better purpose.
Prejudice, ignorance and fear blinding society to the clear reality of life on earth today.
Milosevic killed without prejudice any that got in his way –
Racial cleansing,
It sound so institutional doesn’t it?
So scientific, lets call it what it is, not make it easy to say –
Damn political correctness –
Lets call a spade a spade,
Those mass graves and the videos we’ve seen represent the decision of a sick man
for the wholesale slaughtering, murdering and destruction of Muslims in his Oprichnina.

Through time, the poet, the artist, the dreamer, the playwright, actor, director, novelist, philosopher, student,
Any truly inspired by passion have dreamed of a better place –
And maybe,
Just maybe,
We’ve seen bits and pieces,
But there is so much more to go…

SDM