Let's make peace

It’s so simple what I ask for ….

Admit you grumble and complain

About that destructive lamb

that bleats incessantly

Standing in the corner

plugging his ears

Promise me you won’t 

do that around me

Although you made clear 

many times

That won’t be a problem

Admit you knew I wanted 

to play that role

And you overstepped your role 

in this team effort

You took the project over 

and pushed me away

Admit that you knew 

it was my role 

to reformat the prayers

Even though

You still have not 

prevented me at all

from doing so

And that really hurts my feelings 

because I really wanted to do that

Apologize and let me know 

you trust my leadership

that I don’t have 

which I imagine I do

Let me know you will follow 

my leadership

Can you do this 

unreasonable, irrational 

demand of mine?

I can’t be part of your rivalry 

with that strangled cat in the corner

Nor can I work with someone 

who does not respect my leadership

which is entirely illusory 

Can you understand that?

I’m the reasonable one; 

I’m the pious one, the lowest of all, 

with visions of perfect prayer

Your actions which I won't specify

in this chimera of mine 

Toward that pathetic creature and me 

are so hurtful to me

I cry benedictine tears 

of penthos

and you don’t care

Even though you’ve been very clear 

about caring justly 

and thinking clearly

To not think less of one's self

but to think rightly of one's self 

as true humility

This is not a healthy relationship 

We can make peace

It’s easy: let’s make peace

Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, 

now and always, and forever and ever. Amen. 

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Glory to you, O God.

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Glory to you, O God.

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Glory to you, O God.

Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. 

Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, 

now and always, and forever and ever. Amen.

Transactors

People these days

    Will believe anything

        If enough propaganda 

    Is fed across media 

To foster public credibility        

    This is especially true

        Among those who consider

            Themselves enlightened

                 Or credentialed  

                    In any remotely  

                Related industry

            That utilizes

        All of their own

    Philosophical  

Pre-commitments

    All that actually matters

        Today is convincing public  

    Perception of investment  

Opportunity 

    It doesn’t matter what

Is actually possible

    Science knows no boundaries

Outside of what its peers review

    So it’s most important

        For tech and science 

            Industries to market 

            And sell compelling philosophy

        As a product 

    Rather than actual

Tangible working products

    Religion sells more

    Ideas than it produces

Tangibles

    The world has been sold

        A new philosophy

            A new religion for less

                Than a hundred years

                    And yet it has grown 

                        An immensely lucrative behemoth

                            Of ‘private’ industries

                            Although largely publicly funded

                        That appeared successful

                    And have been identified

                As such over decades

            Due to marketing

        Strategies and investment

    Opportunities for multi 

Billion-dollar enterprises

    Although religion has been mocked

        And ridiculed over these

    Same decades of recent past

Religion has certainly not disappeared.     

    It has simply evolved according to its own self-fulfilling prophecy.

The Path Taken

Two paths converged in a progressive neighborhood

And I am not sorry about the one I chose

And yes I saw them wearing masks while drifting on

Yet veer a half-dozen steps over, I could not

To the place of traffic refusing to distance

I will be saying this to those who jest and jeer

Some place, aions and aions past the horizon

Two paths converged in a great neighborhood, and I—

I walked across the one most frequently ignored, 

or disregarded as irrelevant to most,

And that has made all the difference in the world. 

-Bobby Lee Verglas, "The Path Taken"

Tell me what you really think

There goes one more

. . . Who knows what they're thinking . . .

Drifting down the road

spokes twirling

pedals rotating

fifteen miles per hour

while wearing a stupid mask





Did you hear that?

. . . There goes another . . .

making a left turn

after a stop sign

blasting music so loud

that they can't hear a hole in their muffler

and the driver is wearing a stupid mask





And did you see that lady

on Instagram

selling crochet'd masks?

She might as well be wearing a sock

with holes and a coffee filter

over her stupid face





Oh, there goes another 

and another

and another

jogging, driving, biking

while wearing stupid masks





Wow, another blissful wanderer

walking their dog

down the sidewalk

pausing and veering 

to keep two yards away

from another idiot wearing a stupid mask

who also is walking their dog

which is wearing its own custom-made stupid mask

#COVIDIOTS

Thousands of them crowd together

Most are not wearing masks or keeping at least six feet apart

In defiance of the Governor’s orders

Some people are carrying long guns to this “stay at home” protest

We know who’s hoarding all of the toilet paper

Covid-19 overwhelms hospitals

In overwhelmed hospitals, people die

You can save lives too. Please go home

I’m proud that in my state there was such a small turnout

I hope they all get sick and die

It truly feels like a gut punch moment where no matter what we do, there’s a minority

determined to make sure millions of people die

We are in the middle of a pandemic

These people disgust me

Your haircut is not more important than people’s lives

If you’re participating in these protests, you’re part of the problem

Lockdown effects me and my life, so I go to Madison to protest mean bad Evers

I’m a moron who should die

You know how they use helicopters to drop water on forest fires?

Trump said that bleach kills the virus, and this is way deadlier than a forest fire

I wish we could blast each of these fuck faces to the moon

It’s like a where’s waldo for idiots

Lots of MAGA, camo, and guns

Spot the trump impersonator

No social distancing. No masks

These people are absolutely nuts but whateves

Umbrella Corporation and its Crowning Influence

There are many things that we don't know and have yet to discover
How long will this pandemic last?
Every one feels the test, and most know they'll survive; it's the elderly we don't want to put in harm's way
Yet their owners added a bandwidth between 24 and 28 gigahertz regardless of the harm

A lot more information can be carried on them
Radio waves will be supplemented with millimeter waves
Enabling data to be transmitted in larger amounts and faster speeds, with shorter lagging

Low latency enables near instantaneousness communication
Yellow buses won't need drivers for long
In less than ten years we will achieve the fourth industrial revolution prophesied back in 2017
No one can stop their plans to roll out more and more big tech & big pharma
Global economic output is banking on an estimate of at least 250 billion dollars more annually by 2025

That is only five years from now, and most won't receive education about it's health risks
Once the infrastructure is up and running, we won't be able to opt out

Ushering in a new era of computer-assisted living is the goal
Smart cities will be reaching into every living cell, containing every virus

No one enjoys you

The last time was when she died
A piece of me died with her
And the life I now live is
by loyalty to the one who raised her

You miserable and rotten soil
Nothing blossoms in you
Nothing grows in your darkness
Shitting and pissing on it is fit for graveyards, not gardens

This is what you expect us to work with
Instead of tending your garden
Miasmas of despair rise out of your pettiness
Your refuse and dick outpourings dug up and dumped from buckets onto our laps

Where is the encouragement and joy?
Where is the love and understanding?
Where is the gratitude or compassion?
Where is your sincere interest in others and their gifts?

You're just fucking rude
You're suspiciously insecure, too
No one here enjoys you, and you sure don't seem to enjoy us either
No one sees you look into their eyes, unless you're being crotchety to their faces
You're aloof to everything we need
You're just not a pleasant person

Why are you immensely tolerant of that eponymous fluffy canine's negative approval rating?
Why are you immensely patient with the maintenance man's guesstimates and deafness?
Why are you immensely disinterested and uninvolved in our concerns, opinions, and advice?
Why do you disregard our voices yet expect us to memorize every mumbled, haughty breath released through your trachea?

Here we are again, praying for miracles
from the God of heaven and earth
skies and land, above and below
to have this puny little rod of yours bud

Let my prayer rise like incense before you
And the lif.... "STOP!"
What? Why?
"If you would just shut up and stop asking questions, I'll explain why."

Here I am again
Another piece of me has died
and you don't seem to care
Please interrupt me again so I can send you to her

Zetetic Epistemology

Human knowledge involves personal commitment
Any statement of it may prove erroneous

These claims are not comfortable
To those fixated on absolute binaries

We have no clear idea of what all of our presuppositions are
When we try to formulate them they appear unconvincing

Should we be trapped within a framework of understanding?
May our core paradigms shift?

Some claims are adiaphora
Others are core teachings that cannot be compromised
Some claims must be believed

Subjectivity versus Objectivity
Relativism versus Universalism

We cannot see how they fit together
They do synthesize
This is how humans know

What is math that thou art mindful of him?
Or the Sol of man that thou care for him?

Imagine his body ninety million miles away 
From this spheroidal receptor and limbus
Four point five billion years old without a birthday

His core is fifteen million degrees celsius
Hurling toward his goal of one galactic year

Angular resolution and perfect sphericity
Millions of diameters multiplied beyond our own
Heat and light radiating beyond comprehension

Is he calculable only by those who think transcendently?
Was he made a little lower than the gods?

Now the Sol is exalted and crowned
Glory and honor are now under his feet

His story is cold with a tea
By usurers who build and maintain empires transgenerationally

Any statement may be mathematically true
Thought is the sickness of the human mind