Lit Sooner...

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Prologue:

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"T'was launched that way," Noel Hinners said, 

"The normal thing is ... metric," 

though million-dollar crafts were lost; 

call it... bad "econometrics." 

 ...And, no, we did outdo ourselves

—our "dumbass" was profound—

transcending all stupidity 

in some thinking most... unsound!

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Yet, we're the ones discounted 

an intelligence's clout; 

where it's us who's laughing up our sleeves

—I hope to shout! 

It's not us providing "measurement" 

with a "metrics" all mixed up 

in an "English" that's all awkward

—and outdated—clumsy stuff!  

How's it then that we're to buy 

"excuses" sans all "carat," 

where much remains concerning "acts" 

precluding trust and merit?! 

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See, this is what they'd have you think 

so they could have their way, 

that this is why the Mars probes fail

...are burnt up. "Poof," they'd say.

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What!? Teaspoons used for liters (?), 

or it's grams are used for pounds; 

English used for metric? 

That's astounding! That confounds!  

"Pound" and  "Newton" seconds are "confused," 

by that I mean... the "explanation's" facile... 

intellectually obscene...

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On its face a simple problem 

our Joe "Six-pack" understands: 

that the *hard math* of "translation" 

was an early problem, man! 

Math was made so tedious—

its path contrived—abstruse! 

Centimeter's inches—

clay meter's feet excused? 

"Weight" and "mass" are "pounds" of "grams," 

and "cubits" measure speed?! 

See, measurement's a major mess

where terms cannot agree!

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...But science has a language 

that it prides itself upon; 

call it  "metrics," it's that language 

based on ten... and one big yawn! 

It's "language" used precluding such... 

what sends our probes "awry." 

"Metrics" are exclusion for such "errors," 

reason's why!

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...This insult to intelligence 

will then, likely, not be challenged; 

it makes one wonder what else hides...

so equally unchallenged...

 

See, these are "sums" so checked and scrubbed 

they fairly shriek and scream! 

These figures were not "pen and ink"

—or wrought by hand—you see? 

Computers crunched these numbers, 

and they'd done it fine before. 

...Why was this time different? 

Was it monkeys keeping score*?

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Dimensional analysis 

is what they would have used 

... for someone needing (!?!) English; 

so our probes don't get "confused." 

Computers count parameters 

a "human" won't keep straight! 

Predictions are "exceeded" and... 

...alarms should go off, mate!

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"Apples" used for "oranges" 

in the midst of course corrections? 

How can we think that such is so—

entertain the mere suggestion? 

...It transcends the simply ludicrous! 

It exceeds the merely stupid. 

Profoundly so retarded, it's just dumb! 

It's just not lucid!

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It is, in fact, so dumb, you see, 

one suspects it's not an accident! 

It must be, somehow (?), sabotage (?), 

or some weirder breed of happenstance?!

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...Perhaps our craft were "flying well," 

and tucked down in precision. 

They're right where we designed them (?), 

and they're working in position?

 

What they "see" I cannot say, 

but what if "weird's" the case;

 they're seeing "ancient artifacts" 

or another "ship" in space?

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We're not privy to the info 

that has bled our pockets dry 

(the Russians sold us "Dreamland"**—

our own lies to us is why...). 

...What is hidden from us, truly, 

so deep within the bowels... 

of a warm-as-ice bureaucracy 

perhaps crooked, vile, and foul?

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What "National Security", 

that's had no "oversight," 

has kept at bay corruptions 

which infest the rest, alright!?

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What of all these satellites, 

these high-tech probes and such? 

Can you really think it likely... 

that we'd screw up quite so much?

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This is stuff we pay for, 

and the value back to us 

are the knowledges they're hiding? 

...They've betrayed the public trust!

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Distrust is plain, 

there are no "good guys"—

TЯUMPCO makes this clear. 

Wherever there's no oversight? 

The cost will be too dear!

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See? What falls through "cracks" by some design 

would probably save us grief in time... 

but that must "up-set" canted plans 

for those most privileged—understand?

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The multi-verse is charmed with features ... 

filled with unknown tricks... ...and creatures (?)—

quite beyond the common pale; 

no person thinks of such... detail!

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This is what our probes are "seeing," 

change that's rampant, fluid—breathing?
Our "pride" is undeserved, good friends.
...We might retreat to make amends...

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Someone knows the secrets 

that would light this powder keg! 

Lit off SOONER I'd propose our strife 

would not have been as great! 

Lit off sooner makes it useful 

as a righteous tool for change. 

Lit off sooner keeps things interesting; 

we improve when things get strange! 

Lit off sooner it's a profit, 

found out later—"missed our boats," 

and all that's left to take its place 

still has us by our throats!

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Someone knows the secrets 

which are fanned to indistinction 

by apologists for darkness 

fanning murky imprecisions! 

Someone knows the secrets 

which must point to weak foundations 

which are, likely, built on thinking... incorrect...  

Let's be courageous!

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A Nation shall not prosper 

if it fears its very own. 

A nation not forthcoming 

is a tyrant on a throne. 

A nation that—routinely—preys 

upon the public trust, 

is a nation... one revolts against, 

or Jefferson's a bust!

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Tom said—"...by its focused operation 

in [the slowness of design] 

strength transmutes to tyranny, 

or is corrupted so, in time." 

Tom said, "its evil operation 

must be thwarted at all cost, 

so folks must be enlightened or... 

it's all we've gained... is lost!"

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SHOW us what our money buys! 

Open wide our doors! 

Let us see what's cooking at the center—

at the core! 

Let us know reality 

so "plans" get made that "fly," 

and we can soar, then, to our fates, 

but know some reasons why!

*Yes, when one gets to the period. Measured against a grander civilization, that's us... at our best!

**Area 51

lehmberg2002@gmail.com
http://www.alienview.net/

Cosmic weirdness, UFOs, and Psychedelic whatnot?  Serve it up, verily!  Bring it! Lit sooner, like back in 1952, when it was so far up America's nose we felt alien boot heels on our chins, we'd be just living with it, now. ...Moreover, it's my intuition that we'd be living for the better.

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Somebody knows, and perceives that as an upset to personal pecuniary apple carts! So? They diligently fan the ubiquitous murk even murkier: "the worst" with every bit of their passionate intensity and "the best" bereft of all combative conviction ... to paraphrase dead elitist poets. 

It remains that some "mis-matched measurement" perverting our mechanisms is an excuse that will be used only where the actual excuse cannot be used, it is offered.  Where "the truth" cannot be known. ...Not for the persons paying on the revealing of it, at any rate... slippery slopes ahead of them on that, you know, as one admission would be leading to another... then leading to still another, and none of these admissions very complementary to the "admitting"... moreover?The corpocracy is threatened. The money guys get anxious, right?! Panties get in a decided bunch, boy howdy!

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See, an overly conservative estimate (it goes only up under pressure) puts three full-blown psychopaths in with every ninety-seven people ever abused by the former. Sociopaths, simply, take care of themselves at the expense of other people by definition, and are, also by definition, not crazy or adjudged insane (citations below).

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A sociopath can fan your injurious murk for profit and never bat an eye, and only a sociopath would use profit as an excuse to keep the rest of us from efficacious, inevitable, and progressive, if unavoidable... change!

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With a 3% sociopathic population saturation—at a minimum? It is likely that one is making your decisions for you—profiting less than ethically at your expense... ...right now. A quick aside, this is why we aspire to an overseeing government of, by, and for the people governed so as to protect the innocent from these psychopaths...

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No. If it can be profitably, if unethically, done? There are a multitude of those who will find it out and take their advantage from it.

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...And no! They're not shielding your delicate sensibilities, they are not saving you from some awful truth, they are not altruistically doing you a service... they are hiding something it would be to your profit to know, personally, is the credited suspicion ... and making a killing, in the bargain, on your ignorance...

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Killing hell, it's murder! It's why, frankly, we must live in an open society to apply the efficacious rule of law—protect ourselves from them! ...Or, go back to Manor Lords, authoritarian fiefdoms, and three field rotations on land that, by law, we can never own...

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Yeah, that's right, good reader. ...And, all that time? These laugh, prance, and know satisfaction as they train YOUR kid not to be a success in the unfolding century.

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It's not true until it makes you laugh; you don't understand 'till it makes you cry... "...Laughin' and cryin'... you know it's the same release..."

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Restore John Ford! 

Between The Stars...

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I sense divergent consciousness... 

(see...betwixt the stars you're free!)—

as speculation pushes me 

beyond what science "sees." 

...And not the science we'd respect, 

but the "science" of the niggardly. 

The science of the narrow-minded 

"skep-dick's" insipidity.

  

The science of the autocrat.  

The science of the scammer.  

A science choosing pessimism: 

the science of the damner.  

The science of the psychopath.  

The science sans all sense, 

the science of the tyrannous— 

but the science of "offense"... 

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You sneer, "I want examples"!

I provide you just two men! 

(...Our "thanks" to Aristotle 

for the girls not factored in...)

 

These couldn't be more polarized, 

each stares across a gulf... 

at the ethos of the other, 

with but ONE concerned with self:

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See, scientists like Edison 

are a sullen, craven lot. 

Scientists like Tesla 

ARE shafted, ruined—stopped! 

Think! Which of these provided scope 

and efficacious living 

and which of these had mankind's throat 

for cruelties unremitting?  

Which declined to poverty, 

and which one was enriched; 

which one championed humankind, 

and which the "S. O. Bitch"?

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Tesla might have freed "folk-kind." 

Thomas wanted "wage slaves." 

Tesla reached beyond himself, 

and Thomas was, at best, just paid?  

Tesla took the higher path 

and Thomas took the low road; 

had Tom, perforce, cooperated?  

We'd ALL be on the high-road.  

Why, we'd populate the solar system; 

we'd be among the stars... 

perhaps sensing other consciousness 

with their conscience up from ours?

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Oh, they'll purr "impartiality," 

those men of "sacred" science; 

they wear their cloak so admirably, 

convinced of its reliance. 

They'll smirk and gesture 'round themselves 

at the grandeur of their work, 

like it's them who gives the "gold ring"

 at the "ride," and you're the "jerk."  

...But! These are bald reductionists 

and Cartesian to the core.  

Materialistic cravens in denial: 

that's their score.  

They're not the ones pronouncing 

from experience... they'd discount.  

They're epic in denial 

as regards what they're about!  

See, by discounting your experience 

as such that "cannot be,"  

they're dismissive of an evidence 

for some truths that live and breathe!

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So... they, then, look away 

from what's seen with sober eyes! 

They ridicule the stuff there flying

 high in night-cloaked skies! 

Ignoring what they want to 

(too addicted to their dollars), 

their knots are cinched up high and fast; 

they've leashes on their collars!

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"Somewhere there is other life, 

as smart or smarter." (...yeah!) 

They all admit this frequently 

in a yarn they've spun so well.

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"...But 'they're' not here," is their advice, 

"they just can't make the trip"! 

...And why? " ...'cause WE can't do it"! 

What foul hubris, then, is THIS?

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I think there's more than they'd let on. 

I think their thoughts... "impounded." 

I'd think that they're not living UP... 

...to what they have propounded! 

I think they're NOT impartial. 

I think they're falsely proud. 

I think they have forgotten 

what the ancients proved out LOUD!

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Pyramids and monuments 

aligned with unseen stars

—the knowledge of one's solar system—

what planets were and are!  

That there was "one grand asteroid belt" 

and other planets where: 

the colors were acknowledged 

blue and green, but twins, so paired.*

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These are "water giants," 

and like "the belt" ...beyond our sight; 

so how the hell'd they "know" what...

they somehow "knew" to write?

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I think our science sells us short 

(... facilitates bruised knees!). 

I think they think they're centered, 

but their thinking begs disease? 

I think they lead us down the SLOPE 

of errant primrose paths. 

I think they wound egregiously—

a disservice at the last.  

See, they dismiss what they won't look at.  

They deny and look away!  

They presuppose their answers.  

They'll facilitate foul play: 

They'll "book burn," gerrymander, 

use a logic they'd decry, 

and sheriff errant status quos 

to pontificate their lie!

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I'm a conscious mote of conscience 

and I want to know the truth... 

good or bad it's likely preferable 

to our *scientist's* abuse. 

See, Plato knew the difference; 

he included what's not "measurable." 

Aristotle flogs his hubris 

to diminish what's "unmeasurable." 

We should reexamine Plato 

for imagination's value, 

and diminish Aristotle... 

who has mislead, duped, or failed you?

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See, he discounts what's not predicted, 

anomalous and not repeated; 

his cant a bias, it precludes: 

the novelty he'd disabuse.

The FACT that "something's" happening 

is apparent in the "word." 

Written and historical, it's there—

you may have heard.   

Evidence, in categories, 

"lives and breathes" in sevens; 

writ in ink and carved in stone, 

it's wisdom as from "heaven"...

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Though... this is stuff NOT learned in schools 

where we are trained to be mere tools... 

bereft of our identities, 

and shoved to callused—bloody knees! 

We would stand upon our feet, 

and live what's REAL—a real feat!

We would ask the bigger questions, 

but include our heart's suggestions. 

Build to last for just rewards 

and breed less folks, for less is MORE!
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Very few are "hurt" ...Some churches...

those "self-loathing" and suppressing "urges"... 

...they've deployed in unfair ways 

to cripple spirits they've betrayed! 

Bad news won't improve with age. 

Crass denial never pays.

Change is coming, not all bad, 

much of it will make you glad; 

find all the misery that is caused 

is caused by those who set proud jaws!

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Prepare for new foundations 

which are pushed up by degrees. 

Prepare to leap to settled feet, 

and rest your callused knees.

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  Prepare to have the skies spread wide 

with bracing winds of change denied... 

by those who live upon the flesh 

of these who're sans some clue or guess!

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Feel its fingers touch your face, 

and pull you to a higher place 

(that you have earned for being born!) 

you stand respected and (yes!) reborn! 

"Soar and cleave," be unafraid! 

Be filled with purpose, bright—ablaze!

You're the center of it all! 

You have a will!  You've heard the call!

You're important! You understand! 

Your culture's nothing but a plan... 

to keep you down and worthless, beaten—

useful as their neutered cretin!

Take a breath and feel virtue. 

Let new winds of change alert you! 

Know that you are not alone 

to bear what changes change atones...

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You are the "divergent consciousness"

one finds—between the stars! 

And just like me you know there's MORE; 

you're lucid, plus? You ARE!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com

www.AlienView.net

*...Neptune and Uranus, planets ever impossible to see with the unaided eye because of the vast distances involved, are called twin water giants because they are composed largely of water, roughly the same size, and ...giants.  They have distinctive hues; however, one tending to green and the other blue.  

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Green Uranus is rolled over on its side, struck down and featureless as if dead; Blue Neptune is erect and alive, surfing frozen Blue Oceans. We knew all this once, recorded many thousands of years ago by the Sumerians; how did we know? I'm reminded, inexplicably, that human beings are only at their best when things are at their worst; we're certainly yet to master our decadence.

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We locally demonstrate the just preceding disaster after natural disaster, tirelessly, over and over again, but NOT taking advantage of those times where we are at our very best... given transient conditions provide their very worst.  If we reversed that to a degree... acted a little more noble in good times, we might not be tormented so tragically in the bad... we all know that's true.

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...Later on, then, some *David* covets someone else's very desirable ass, the *rules* aren't flexible enough for rational sharing anymore (even of an inexhaustible resource, I might add, remembering Tesla above)—reptile brained prerogatives work out their conveniently short-sighted calculations, the general suffering is increased, and the status quo is refurbished. We must like it that way. We do, or we wouldn't tolerate billionaires on the skin of the world...

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It's clear we have to struggle against something to stay sharp—to remain fit... ...but we grind against each other while the common exterior problem continues to kick our unbalanced and misdirected ass; we are diminished by our struggle instead of being strengthened by it.  Is that the plan?

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It doesn't have to be that way... we should be living on healthy island planetoids, pregnant with satisfaction and vitality ... endless gardens of technological *magic* somewhere out in the populated asteroid belt—by now ... but for the ubiquitous tyrannies and pernicious pogroms of the conspiring and *convenient* sociopath...  or neo-conservative and psychopathic niggards (the "bothsiderists,") but we'd already alluded to Dick Cheney and David Brooks, recently. Piss on those guys, eh? Sincerely!

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You know what?  The more words you have at your disposal the better you can describe your own world back to yourself...  ...Restore John Ford!

Kings/Priests ... Jesters/Clowns

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There's not enough time to accomplish your "will"! 

By a factor of five? Why, you'd take more time, still! 

So, forget any "ending" that isn't your own; 

it's the "ride" that's important... that's what we are shown!

See, time has an essence that is fractal, it seems; 

it's running out fast... or interminable, see?  

They're no absolutes; time is hoary and relative: 

gone quick as that flash... or has lasting imperative.

Absolute values?  ...A path to extinction... 

where "values" are measured with clueless distinction... 

Where "sentience" is hated as if "from the devil"?  

Celebrate ignorance, but get out your shovel.  

There's a price to be paid for pursuing stupidity.  

Especially along with its trumpian cupidity.

So, what do we "pack" in our moments and hours... 

if not filling lives with such truths as empowered?  

A hard row to hoe... ...but existing "above"? 

There, you are excluded when their push comes to shove... 

where much we might treasure and value retreats, 

and is lost, or it fades; but presumed "incomplete."

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 And what have we gained but to stack sad "possessions"? 

What do we "pile" but sad debt they've concessioned?

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... Too! With what are we left but those "gods" of the "man" 

to complicate faiths that we shan't understand? 

What do we have but corroded philosophy... 

crap spewed by illiberals! Whores fraught with hypocrisy!

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Yeah... kings (and their priests) hide their smirks behind hands 

...which are richly appointed as they wave dark commands; 

see, we are mere pawns in their struggle for power, yes, 

stolen from those who've been heating the water!

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...And, who are these persons from whom we draw heat? 

Well, all are forlorn folk who won't see their peaks!  

These are the ones who're left at the gate... 

who're shut out of doors to discover cruel fates!

Where is the justice in truth not forthcoming? 

Where do the psychopaths actually hide? 

Where will the fairness begin its glad drumming 

too faint, but yet heard, in a truth to surprise?

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When will the Earth, then, begin her renewal? 

When will the "great" be concerned for the "small"? 

When will good answers spur the best question 

that's answered in TURN minus spin, dodge, or stall!

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Where do we start to respect individuals? 

When do we pay off despicable loans? 

Why won't we turn from our sad acquisitions, 

and tear dark *pretenders* from scurrilous thrones?

When do we pay down our perilous debt? 

When do we clean up the mess that we've kept? 

When do we stop all the meanness we've raked 

and feel compassions now earnestly faked?

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Why do those "saucers" continue to plague us? 

Why are they seen in our day AND night skies? 

Why do they tease us (or shame us!) with sightings 

so damned inconclusive—I'd want to know why!

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And it's not just a murmur of pique from some whacko; 

my interest's sane, they are cited—they're shared! 

The challenges challenged remain SO unchallenged; 

there's an ominous silence, and we should beware!

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Issues have answers that we're not receiving. 

We're too distracted by the things we can buy. 

Stuff that is wasteful, cross-purposed, and hateful 

is what is "served up"—so abusively—why?

With a grasp that is firm on the ring in your nose, 

they are not chained by the rules they impose! 

Lords of *their* manors, ordained by *their* gods, 

you'll step off and fetch it when they give the nod!

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Forget contributions that you have been making 

to nebulous groups who pursue the hard sell: 

churches and other glib (closed!) institutions 

who skim from the top all our lifeblood, themselves!

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What are you now but a cog in their wheel 

and fretting through days with your nights so unreal—

tossing and turning and feeling the dread 

of the earthquakes and windstorms to vex you ahead.

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Tell me I'm crazy, a certified loony 

to have studied the things that I do—as I have. 

But, tell me the saucers that show up (so plainly!) 

will only show up in a "head" that's gone "bad."

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Call me a whacko—bereft of my senses. 

Assign me a spot far away in the fringes. 

Dismiss me as "woo-woo", bricks shy of your load. 

A conspiracy "nut" you engage but to goad...

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...But answer my questions, address my concerns, 

and put out this fire that rages and burns! 

Give me the facts, *sir*, though heaven's brought down; 

revealed: kings and their priests... become jesters and clowns!

• lehmberg2002@gmail.com
• http://www.alienview.net/

A corrosive if inconsequential coterie of non-contextual clowns will have a bonny day with this—no doubt. These aforementioned are clowns so predictably circumspect as to avoid, and assiduously: that the issues raised above are evidence of psychopaths from the middle ages made real in the first quarter of the Twenty-first Century. "Dispassionate Thugs" only brought up to date.

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See, they employ the same arguments and attitudes as the corporate sharks of old, these enduring misanthropes, laughing at the homeless and cheering Donald Trump as, together, they celebrate the rape of the planet—pretending they're alone and unobserved as far as their predator eyes can see. ...They begin to feel a hot foul breath on their scented, if unclean, necks, it is suspected.

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See, given that technology provides for a decided lack of any requirement for a hapless population's standing in as the ready grease for the cruel gears of the top tier's 20%... the plan, if you didn't know, is to murder the bottom 80% of the human population... 2%, then, riding pretty high and everybody else, or 18%, just an employee.

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These privileged murderers would live forever on the erased hopes and shattered dreams of those persons destroyed... be happy and fulfilled by it ...as they always have... reader, as they always have.

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Now one Daniel Pinchbeck, illustrated in a somewhat recent verbal dust-up with Whitley Strieber, would accuse me of "working to manifest" the preceding into the universe, provoking it and therefore facilitating it—willing it to being, invoking the genocidal reality into actuality... ...but screw that.  Searching my conscience I suspect the universe has already had that idea, has prosecuted it for eons if not all along, and that Strieber and myself are merely humble observers of it... inconsequent reporters of same. Be that as it may, no apologies here. ...Seems what's obvious was obvious after all, even if one WAS able to coast on a trust fund like Pinchbeck.

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C'mon, all these very diverse and asymptotic—heaven reaching!—cultural graph-lines can't ALL be wrong! The future accelerates towards us as a concrescence looms. What else explains this perceivable quickening?

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Moreover, why do you figure we should be held above the fates meted out to the other species with whom we share this planetary bio-drome? Especially when you have an appreciation for how many times that has occurred right here on the planet in a demonstrable way ... Occurred?  ...Mass extinction!  67 Million years ago the Earth endured a punch from space in which "nothing bigger than a chicken" walked away!  The Earth has endured even greater oblivion.

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Why would we be absolved? More to the point, a specific kind of intelligence, one entirely sane, would dictate that it was a tool to be used... a "eugenics" to be employed. That's happened before, too.

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Restore John Ford!

In Pride Ensconced

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We spread our arms, beseech the sky, 

but wonder why we even try 

to elevate our species' place (?)

if much we touch is soon disgraced.  

...We've potential not ignorable; 

we'd fall short... I'd bet?  Deplorable.  

...And what of saucers flying there... 

perhaps with "persons" filled—mon frère? 

Perhaps we're under observation 

...though taken for an infestation? 

Waiting for some swift correction 

from those "persons" passed detection?

We don't know! The best response! 

Yet, we're in faux pride ensconced! 

Bad enough—won't you agree—

where one's compelled to callous knees!

We aren't careful in that void; 

we won't make a sentient choice. 

Hearing what we want to hear, 

we're wasteful as regards what's dear:  

...Life and children we'd respect, 

so give them more than sad neglect!!!  

Be our planet's steward—friend—

and not a life-force we offend!

Are we wasteful... loathsome beings 

with nothing but our gall and spleen... 

to keep us from complete disaster—

groveling for some mango master?

These "leaders" will short-change your schooling, 

Conjure it to be harsh and grueling. 

School so bad it hurts the soul, 

so, "to it," you are loath to go. 

See, there they keep you stupid, friend, 

to reproduce what they contend... 

is *best* for hapless "feebs" and "peeps"... 

alive to keep THEM warm, you see?

Some stuff I learned in school...

were the histories, folks, that we abuse...

These provided demonstrations!

Compassion does not kill a nation!

In point of fact, its lack of same

is what would prove to be at blame!

See, a "nation" can, at best, be sussed

by how it treats the least of us!

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Keep "art" and "music" out of schools?  

Then, sing the newest MAGA blues! 

Watch soulless drudges leave those halls 

to empty lives devoid—appalled! 

...Art and Music elevate... 

provoking questions changing fate, 

but we find out what's planned for us: 

trust betrayed... by psychotic thugs...

"Muzak's" soothing, what you think? 

...But then we smell its fishy stink. 

Music is constructive feeling; 

it's art at best and THEN we're dealing! 

No, save a buck on art and music

—lose your soul, I think, abusing—

all that these might somehow be... 

if these should KEEP their sanity!

Once in school, a teacher's "paid": 

"teach damaged kids a damaged trade"—

standard English, small respect, 

some life beyond that child's neglect? 

...Teaching nothing as it happens, 

they just suit sad circumstances...  

They're among our disrespected, 

with some malice they're objected, 

paid small pittance, little mind, 

and no respect one comes to find...

Their public school's a shell shocked hole: 

no programs, futures, books, or soul! 

We've no money we could spend... 

providing what this needs to mend?  

"School" is so much bilious crap.  

We just don't care, and that's a fact.

...A lot more teachers, good surroundings—

make the learning valued, charming. 

Perchance to make kids... LOVE their school? 

Have them grasp this golden rule? 

Make their learning real enough 

to TRULY make them better off?

Pull them from their squalid holes? 

Give them "chances" yours would know? 

Too, empty prisons you have made 

to counter disrespect now paid!  

...You know... that mechanism you've maintained 

to keep REAL slavery a legal bane!

I know there's more than what we see: 

a quantum relativity! 

A marriage of the macro spaces 

with causal subatomic places! 

Tiny strings in humming loops 

to vibrate out our hand-held truths... 

in ways we shan't perceive at all... 

from space and time, and MORE, this calls!

I contest our frame of reference.  

Aristotle's lost my deference. 

We don't hold the "center spot! 

To think we should? ...Hubristic rot!

See, we are still conflicted by... 

those "crystal spheres" old Greeks contrived!

These disserve us, we have found.

For the sun? They're a thick black cloud!

Aristotle WAS quite wrong, 

but Christian churches played along. 

They would keep his lie alive, 

that we were "chosen"! We bought that jive! 

That "man" should wear "creation's crown," 

and not be labeled as its clown! 

That men were always God's proud chosen, 

"masters" of all space emboldened... 

for all their faith... these facile dreams 

that—at the LAST—they're not obscene!

Saucers flit and dance... or flicker 

as our sordid games got sicker! 

We don't ask ourselves those questions

 curing, likely, mad obsessions...

People suffer every day 

so others can "pretend" they're "prey"... 

Fearsome swine absolved of guilt

who live in castles sheeple built... 

They're "sitting in the tallest cotton" 

with souls corrupted—grace forgotten!

People starve, and rot or stink 

while others sip exotic drinks. 

These people fret in misery, 

but faithful, kiss their rosaries...

...Trained to put their faith in God, 

these folks presume they need his nod... 

to ask, at last, the honest questions

—real answers—sans rejection!  

Though they're remiss if they believe 

untested faith provides relief, 

a life has value if examined... 

reconsidered... then re-examined!

...Otherwise, it's valueless...

...sans all worth and vacuous.

Some of us ARE good as gold! 

Some of us are hard and cold. 

Most are kept in shifting shadows, 

ignorant, misguided—callow.

These, the ones who do the work, 

are kept in debt like foolish jerks, 

so some can have their crystal fixtures, 

autumn homes—expensive pictures...

This "attitude," so mis-configured, 

serves us up our "dung," it's figured...

Those on "top" would stay the same, 

and "write" their rules—ensure their game. 

They would stay their harmful course 

so unconcerned—sans all remorse... 

blithely building "grand estates" 

which sprawl behind their walls and gates.  

Outside the gates it's hand to mouth... 

and mortgages are headed south.  

Health insurance is denied; 

the working poor are criminalized.  

The gulfs between them getting wider, 

"elites" connive like cunning spiders...

We are—merely—bugs to them; 

we work and bleed as they condemn.  

We lubricate their grand existence... 

in—underbalanced—coexistence 

then they mock our harsh travail 

that they've imposed and where we flail...

Plus they keep the secrets, plainly—

clasp them to their breasts insanely. 

They won't give us what we need, 

as we are here to work and breed... 

to make more hands for them to use, 

souls that they corrupt, abuse...

...And still our questions raise soiled hands, 

beseech the heavens as they stand... 

and ask it, "please... what's going on..." 

...as we're used up and preyed upon.

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