Category: Commentary
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Treadmill Welcome
Treadmill Welcome welcome to the tred … millsoul draining sale of skillsor just body-breaking labor nine to five, the best hoursof any day in service tothe master’s plans, not yours scratching for food and shelterin this dystopian caste systemintent on keeping you in your place hurry, scurry, time is moneybut little for you and yourson…
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Words Magical
And a little more on the idea that words are magical, spells, the incantations that generated Sapiens rise. Words Magical all words have power whenspoken or written in context Latin or other ancient tonguesare not required only used to confuse andexclude the masses in their use incantations or just plainold motivational speeches just articulated words…
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Words Are Spells
And now, let’s return to a topic I’ve broached before, Mages and Sorcery, based on words and their usage, the power behind Sepians’ rise. Words Are Spells from their beginningswords painted mental imagesdirected actionsmanipulated emotions since primal beginningsmany languages were bornlived and diedno longer spoken nor replied and now, new words addedsome transformed, reinventedwhile others…
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Still Irony of Ironies, as Usual
Especially in our seemingly neverending election cycles… Irony of Ironies sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecologyless humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out…
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Dust In The Wind
Dust In The Windby Kansas I close my eyesOnly for a moment, and the moment’s goneAll my dreamsPass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the windAll they are is dust in the wind Same old songJust a drop of water in an endless seaAll we doCrumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see…
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Wasting Time
Wasting Time no such thingan aspersion leveledby those with theirown agendas how is time ‘wasted’if one lives in the nowmoving and motivatedby present needs-desires often accused for notresponding to primary conditioningestablishment economic andsocial agendas, not mine ‘wasting time’an illusion of theneuroticly obsessed lemmingsled to their own ‘deaths’, inexorably –LE – 9/13/24 ‘Conventional Time’ – only…
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Modern Civilization
Some may accuse me of being a pessimist. I’m not, but some of my poems may make me seem so. These poems are the result of the mainstream media and the ‘clickbait’ my friends insist on reading to me, even though I refuse to read that incendiary rubbish myself. They are the result of my…
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Lookout Finch
Lookout Finch scanning bushesfor any cattail twitchesbefore dining at the feederbreakfast buffetrecently toppled byferal cat’s paws finches routed byhalf a dozen pigeonbig-boys, the size ofbarred rock chickens, whilestealthy paws send themskittering skyward to roofs and into the treesseeking a safe perch andcomforting anonymitywhile feral pools of cats’ pawsripple and flow, primordial oozein the hedgerow –LE…
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Wading In Providence
Providence provision by nature or godsby a higher power thenout of our control in the enda mystery condition of universefaith in higher powerswading in the murky waters – of providence –LE – 9/23/24
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Saturday Morning – Late September
Late September Saturday Morning warm sun rays, screenedthrough arborvitae and citrusetch long shadows across the yardhumming to morning’s dance the morning doves, finches, and pigeonsalready emptied the feeders and moved ona chicken clucks and a dog barksdown the block a few bees gather pollen as alarge, satiny-black butterfly flits fromfrond to petaled frond of the…
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