Thoughts from an Idealist

Democracy;
Capitalisms Hoax
Yet we preach,
extol the virtues of the systems as we’re not to proud to boast.
Achievements sure, many great and wide,
though the sinister truth is something altogether different
that only now is becoming difficult to hide:
Not Cheney, not Powel, Rumsfeld or Bush,
nor Clinton, or Reagan or Nixon could push,
for the very fabric of our daily lives is not decided by these white guys.

The White House,
a symbol of the seat of power
but in order for it to work the products we must devour,
consume, consume, consume,
come on my working friends –
Democracy depends on it,
until its very end –
game.

It’s a run, a fast break –
the winner is the one that’s first out of the gate:
America,
the beautiful and the home of the brave,
with a population silenced by their own ignorance,
consumers,
who don’t even vote –
But stand as an example –
Americans who gloat.

Tragic really that democracy is being brought to its close by the gluttony that is CAPITALISM.

Democracies big hoax.

SDM

Dropping the Other shoe

The other shoe has to drop, but it seems maybe an end is in sight, the plight of those in the Middle East, some looking for a homeland, all concerned with peace. Yet, are they really? Its often said that actions speak louder than words and all I can hear is the consistent ringing of my ears from the continuing bombardment perpetrated by fanatics, not just of the religious persuasion either. I can see terror lashing out at the soul while ravaging the body, blood stained streets, cleaned by the same street sweepers that clean the streets that I walk. Morosely confronted by the thought of what cleaning solution, what mixture removes blood from cement, or brick and curious as to whether that same solution can cleanse the soul?

In that same region, home to the birthplace of three religions, the cradle of civilization, the attention of the global nation is transfixed by what might happen next. We stand on guard like idiot savants watching the news mistaking sounds bites for truth! Truth?

Whose truth and at whose expense? Where great kings and queens used to come together, where once great empires stood, hanging gardens and entire civilizations knowledge weighed heavily on the hearts and minds of men who had to balance their desire for power with the will of invading armies. Armies whose appetite for destruction included turning back the hands of time by pilfering, then looting, then burning and destroying this history, tradition and cultural awareness to replace it with, well, their own and where the people would not go willingly, or quiet enough for the powers that be, THEY were eradicated, simply wiped from the face of the earth.

Times have changed indeed, or have they?

People in search of a homeland, people in search of self, people in search of meaning and people in search of wealth. Oh sure, times have changed, but PEOPLE remain the SAME, playing still an age old game. It is as old as time and still people in search of illusive truth justify the quelling of the sprit of youth.

For with the innocence of youth the spirit can feel searching for answers that somehow is real and here I am. Contemplating far off lands and the wishes of men with best laid plans. Like pipe lines and oil for societies rich yet entirely poor I think that’s why we still know war.

Like lions and tigers and bears we fight for riches without despair. With nary a care for our time and space we’re confronted by images surely in poor taste, ours! With all the elegance and class that money can buy we drive our vehicles while people do die.

At our expense and in our place the other shoe now falls and I wonder is any are aware at all. We’re killing ourselves one barrel at a time, drunk on oil as if it were wine. Deposing tyrants where once civilizations story was told, where aqueducts and math, the science of thought and religion did unfold.

Not today, nor tomorrow or yesterdays sorrow unchain us from our past and the revolution coming most surely must last. Go get your oil and effect regime change but realize this its us and our basic instinct that remains the same.

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.