Sunday, May 08, 2011

...Mote Of Consciousness...


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My consciousness is but a mote inhabiting machines which are used for transportation from a mind enhanced to dream, and Transmitted or Projected in a light speed plasma dance; it is tracing out this poem you could read when you've the chance.
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It's not unfair advantage that it wishes to pursue, and it's not prevarication that it switches out for truth. It is just a varnished wailing of a monumental "blues" we're contrived to keep detailing as we're served obnoxious news.
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See, the sky is filled by *lights* I've seen with sober open eyes. I'm told by *God* to "look away" from what I should despise. The 'world' and my 'body' are the stuff of Satan's lies? ...But this keeps our children starving, and it muffles ... drowns their cries!!!
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People I respect report that "there are lights above." Not meaning God or angel, but an ET sure enough! These send a cryptic message we're not getting—we don't try. If we got the cryptic message? Scurvy memes begin to die! So, they keep us in the dark, misinformed, so baldly paying... facilitating psychopaths who'll thrive as we're betrayed, then!
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...Ones science is a 'club' with monstrous dues which will be paid: to condone bereft fidelity, as good points are made to fade. Science, treated like the "be-all-end"—and that's what they've depicted—when the scope of it's too narrow, shallow, numbing, and conflicted.
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...And, yes I know it's fueled and fired our exponential rise! ...And, yes, I know its *wonder* is so hard to criticize! ...And, yes I know it's science that we shan't give up for Lent — but it's lacking all humility so must suffer our contempt!
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Unfettered by corpocracy we'd live in crisp new skies! We'd soar to distant stars in spacious ships that we'd contrive. Our globe's a rendered garden, and we'd thrive upon our moon! We'd travel with new elegance in vast ships like huge balloons.
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We'd taste the satisfactions won, undreamed of, friend, just now! Our stress would lose intensity; we'd be happy motes; here's how! Our hate which was so pointless, destructive, gross, and vile? In its place respecting reach and grasp bereft of errant guile!
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Much status quo is "Satan Spawn," frankly good for just the few; take a chance at least to try... what's offered up as new!
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Our vistas are expanding now with all deliberate speed, and the truth gets hard to hide regards it's got so hard to breathe! There are asteroids like buzzing bees around insentient heads. Well known is they could hit us, friend, to strike us all quite dead!
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Some many, many persons, many famous and profound, are abducted by the saucers that do land upon the ground. Lights leap and flash fandangos in our day and nighttime skies, yet we're denied a reckoning, and I'd, of needs, know WHY!
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I say that we should ask them: though the truth itself, portends. I'd divest from any falsehood which portends a flawing trend. I'd abdicate all errancy before I paid its loss, though fortune flew on righteous wings and I'm condemned at cost.
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...Though, reward, I have been thinking, is the THINKING, then, itself.  It's the pay for all your labor, for enrichment of yourself. ...To take a deep and cleansing breath believing you live free! ...To lift the visage of your face! ...To leap from off your knees! ...To leave behind all worry of the substance *stuff* is given—too many suffer now for that.  This shall not be forgiven!
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There is small need for psychopaths contrived to baldly steal; and every reason for respect for folks who would be real!  It's why we pay our taxes ... not to fund the corporate pork; not to pay for ones religion ... not to stress us while we work! The truth's a glad remainder of respect, of needs, quite real. It provides for chance or ways to any righteous deal!
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My consciousness is just a mote suspecting life's a dream. To many, it's a nightmare; it is futile, harsh, and mean. Though, think of our embarrassment where it's shown we've misbehaved—and our watchers, truly watching, think us evil and depraved.
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  • What would WE think? ...Better hope they're more forgiving than us...eh?
  • We'd do MUCH better to conduct our business as if we WERE being watched by a wide array of extraterrestrial intelligences, you know?  Thieves don't break into cars if they think they are being watched. The cookie jar remains unmolested if observed by hidden eyes. You don't belch, fart, or masturbate in the dark closet if you think there may be someone (the *other*) in there with you ... saves a lot of embarrassment later on. It also limits a culpable liability. Verily!
  • Restore John Ford!

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