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Looking at the sky I see...
a map of ancient history!
Sky-borne objects, seen, go passed—
Yahway's TIVO, at the last?
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Though... nothing IS as it appears;
all we "knew" is now most queer!
See, what we see is not what's true.
The sky's a "truth"? Be disabused...*
See, what we see is not what's true.
The sky's a "truth"? Be disabused...*
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Then? "Suspect motives" cloud our air,
and we can't see what's flying, where!
Saucers hidden by stuffed shirts,
or those who cause our greater hurt...
as people stagger, scared and scarred
to suit the ones in profit's yard?!
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...Still, you and me? We're in cahoots;
we sift the murk for our odd truths,
and we will read what gets no press,
is ridiculed—is self-expressed...
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We're asking questions. We annoy.
We should drive "mad" those who'd destroy...
...the freedoms that we ought to have—
such freedoms as, contrived, THEY'D had!
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Quests beyond the pale of science,
thoughts with depth (and self-reliance!)—
such thoughts as these may point the way
for humbled science used new ways!
Yes! Leaping up from callused knees
to grasp those new autonomies!
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...What's been "lost" or "cast away"
when one's denied what some should say?
"Things" not said but kept from view?
These disrespect, first me, then you!
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See, we're it I who dodged fair questions,
plied innuendo or projection...
that I'm "guiltless"—without face...
plodding, facile—in disgrace?
Were it I the psychopath—
a hurtful, sneering—smirking cad, ...
not conceding valid points,
and misdirecting those enjoined?
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I'd be "tarred and feathered," "rail run,"
"jail driven," "tasered"—"gunned"!
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...Still, I despair this might be me;
all are suspect... conclusively!
I know it's, then, my every word
could wheel and strike me in its turn!
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...I hope you're right (you hope I'm wrong!!!)
that we CAN wear our heaven's crown ...
that we, in fact, DO crown creation,
and are NOT just its infestation...
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Though, we aren't looking for the truth.
We're distracted and misled—confused!
And not because we'd choose it so,
...but more because it's "fixed," you know?
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I know our "knowing" has a price
that some of us must pay our lives;
—cruel of course, without recourse;
lies revealed in their discourse—
freed as we begin to know.
The current "swine"? Them?
...The first to go!
...The first to go!
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Us as means to their own ends?
That luxury is ended, friend!
Saucers fill our timeless skies
and we'll rise up to meet those "eyes"!
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...Perhaps to make our own sweet deals,
and lead ourselves, yes (!), never kneel.
Not to God, or churlish Devil's,
institutions, hammers, shovels—
not to men we don't elect,
or lawyers, doctors ... ET, yet!
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Not to preachers, cops, or pushers,
pimps nor pros, or psychic butchers!
Released from bondage; free at last;
free to think... and that's a gas!
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It's not a "New Age sentiment"
that clouds my point of view!
"New Ages"? No! It's sense, at last—
betrayed by precious few!
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See, people sense hypocrisy
in the "system" gone before!
They look for other "passageways"—
for other "paths" and "doors"!
They look for new alternatives
in the paradigms produced...
then work out—sane and logically—
just where they've been abused.
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People find that culture
touts a politics of hatred
and try to find new centers.
...Not Republicans, unsated!
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It is, frankly, eighty people
in a hundred DO believe...
that these hurdles to our questions
are up "skepti-bunky" sleeves—
employed, perforce, to mollify
or put our "fires" out
...but, to "muddy up the water,"
hell, for ALL we care about!
To mask their real agenda
and contrive their profit's lie...
to cover up, obscenely, "saucers"
...flying in our skies!
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Consider your klasskurtxian
with saucers up his sleeve.
He writes dismissive missives
to express he's on his knees.
That he takes the time—at all!—
speaks volumes for the case...
that anomaly is happening, real...
and right up in your face!
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He argues his obtuseness
with a practiced tongue in cheek
which is all convention's "wisdom,"
so it's hard to NOT believe!
It's hard to buck attractive words
so soaked in early temperance.
Though, tradition can be sans all that
which might justify new relevance!
See... A mix of what is "plausible."
A dash of "on the fence."
A smidgen of what's "natural,"
and that well-flogged "common sense."
This obfuscates the real deal,
deacerbates desire,
conflicts with revolution—
to become our funeral pyre!
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Though, all around this "sideshow"...
are these leaping / pulsing lights,
and words that shriek with history
from the folks you trust at night!
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The truth is not forthcoming
for the reasons we have named.
Conspiracy's alive and well
in shadows, well maintained,
but we are, frankly, tired
of them pissing on our leg,
this trifles powder-kegs!
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...It's said that they're "protecting us"
from the strangeness we "perceive"—
that we should "let that dog just sleep,"
and lie un-bothered ... NOT believe.
...But I believe it's JUST that stuff
that we should care about...
believing we can profit from
what we, then, might! Find! Out!
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I suspect it's "efficacious"...
regarding "wages" if we're brave...
I think we're better off that way;
it's "their way" is depraved.
Presently are "easy" roads,
just peachy for those few;
see, it's most who'd be left hanging
with the "bill" when it comes... due.
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Still, I endorse alternatives...
salvation** if we're brave...
if we refuse to compromise
with those who'd make us slaves.
Those using fear against us.
Those spreading all the hate.
Those lying to our faces
and corrupting angry fate!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
*Limited by a, still (!), glacial speed of light... ...One would not know the Sun had entirely disappeared—blinked wholly out of existence—for eight full minutes! This, if they were standing midday on a baked and shimmering dune in the Sahara! The sky would lie a Sun still shining for that last 480 seconds.
...Greater distance allows for only the greater lie, as the universe stands moot and unfeeling, ignorant of your demise as comes the unimaginable shock of Ragnarok's Apocalypse and the planet, abruptly released from its cosmic tether and in abject careen, is obliterated to its atoms? The instantaneous release of the kinetic energy in a mass constrained to a gravitational path... suddenly released to the tangential... would be... fierce. Cheery!
**Salvation is, and has ever been, ours, as it turns out after a review of the evidence. See, it wasn't God runnin' up the stairs of the Twin Towers tryin' to give salvation to his fellow beings! To propound to a "faithful" that "He" sent them is but a disengenuous disservice to those consciously and conscientiously giving their much treasured lives, at all. Would God have risked his total annihilation? I think not! WE are our only salvation! Posted!
