Monday, September 12, 2011

This Rock Called Home...

Humanity lacks all humility where we don't lack humanity....



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I have a mind, so I don't dream... the "saucers," then, that I have seen: what hovers in our night time skies as custom forces downcast eyes!  See, learning *blindness* early on—and taught, perhaps, that 'right' was 'wrong'?—I'm a-cringe beneath the 'lash' ... must 'hide' what I would touch or catch...
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Though true that folks 'refine' in 'struggle', we don't HAVE to bust all knuckles!  We aspire to "SOAR and CLEAVE!" We can COP! We can be free!
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...But we don't cop! Our science blind, it struts around too proud, contrived; pontificates it has the answers—falling short; now, there's your answer!
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..."Keep too many," "pick and choose"—"select from hungry multitudes" ... Those who 'cower' and 'obey' for crumbs of bread by which they're paid! Feed them rules to take on 'faith'; mislead that "faith moves mountains," Babe! 
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Make these fund your *costly* war against a sentient "less-is-more."  Be... "unaware" that we could save... the Earth, it seems, if we'd be brave; if, for a while, parent ONCE... or be exposed an errant dunce!
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Many persons "reach and scratch" for "grasp" they cannot "touch" or "catch." They're not safe, though shall not know it; few make good, too many blow it. See, these are not the "chosen people"—chosen by dark priests 'neath *steeples*... steeples built but to "survive," to further 'ends' their priests contrive...
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Existential's misconstrued; reality has come unglued!  See, it won't matter in the end... who had what... but what you'd been!  It won't matter who was rich, but where you were a hypocrite! Yes... we are folks who came to know the toxic fruits of thought control.
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Still, it's you combating entropy, and THAT'S YOUR VALUE, can't you see? You're the one contrives to know the universe's warp and flow. You complicate simplicities! You obviate the "heat death", see?
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And that's the ticket bothers *them*—like this restricts their choices, then! Folks get hungry, make "demands" (...demanding more respect!), and then—the white-bread world crumbles down, elitist folk start wearing frowns; they're losing wealth like webless spiders—grinning "justice" spreading wider!
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These obviate a party-line to keep, in place, ill loot confined! All that loot and all those towers keeping their sweet lives in power... swept by winds most never see with eyes cast down and from bruised knee...
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This is why they hide the saucers, drill more oil, or pump up "knockers." This is why they obfuscate, mourn "burned flags," or play on hate. This is why the 'right' holds sway to do its will and have its way. This is why we stay alone upon this rock we call our home!
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That's always been the work you'd do, but some preclude your value, true; so, you're bereft of time to think, to ask some questions—raise a stink! Ask them why they don't pay taxes ... ask them why our market crashes. Ask them why our children starve while dog's fat 'cats' get caviar. Ask them why we're not in space. Ask them to explain disgrace. Ask them why the goose's gravy ain't been like the gander's, lately.
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This is when we'll ask the questions moving us to new progressions! Then we'll search at long, long last the answered questions from the past... a tragedy of errant men who burned the truth confounding them, so served themselves in grievous ways impeding efficacious days.
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We aspire to soar and cleave from errant way's unjust "disease."  We deserve a richer life of satisfactions sans most strife.  The "kingdom" is at hand, you see; it's up to us, but off our knees, as what was once so far before... is now behind you if you "soar."
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I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite.
And while I rise from my own globe to others
And penetrate ever further through the eternal field,
That which others saw from afar, I leave far behind me. 
 
-- GIORDANO BRUNO, burned at the stake for leaving far behind what others saw, still, far before them. 
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Restore John Ford!
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