.
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I look into our starry sky...
its length and breadth and depth untried,
and question—to perchance achieve—
what these "things" ARE to soar and cleave!
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They are there, there IS no question...
dismissing any protestation
that I'm quite mad or just mistaking...
Or worse: that I've been lying... faking.
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I've proved them to myself, at least!
Should I respect what one might think...
who ISN'T looking? ...Specious finks!
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...Sucking on our wounded sphere
—"mere parasites who breed in fear"—
"specious finks" who make "pronouncements..."
These spout denials and denouncements!
They'd proclaim their "dead-lock nut,"
to prove in fact their minds are shut,
that they are sans ...imagination...
and must court their own damnation!
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Keeping council with their "favorites,"
pretending they're alone (the flavor!),
they would turn their eyes away
from that which haunts our skies today!
Oh, they're fearful. No mistake.
They're throwing on their drags and brakes!
See, new ideas threaten those
who keep their process... undisclosed.
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They're "braking" to arrange "distraction,"
provide for our INSANE inaction,
but keeps the subject tongue-in-cheek
so they can sully errant leaks.
...Remaining is the ink and stone—
which they discount with heads of bone!
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...Remaining is the anecdotal:
weighty, plain and calmly totaled.
Remaining is the photographic:
ponderous and enigmatic.
Remaining, there's the evidence
that one perceives with no pretence—
no axe to "grind," no bill to "fill,"
but has a "brain" and knows the "drill"!
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And, yes, sometimes it's our "science" friends
—those filled with same to length and brim—
prefering "method" and "assessment"
to live "proud" lives of glad detachment ...
Ask Rupert Sheldrake if this ain't so.
He's in position, so's to know.
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"Light" shan't dance and caper FOR them,
speaks a language MUCH too foreign,
so, safe beyond their "instruments"
*it* charms and glitters... no pretense.
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Stanton Friedman makes his case,
but most who "look" will risk "disgrace" ...
...See, science is not BAD—or friendly—
science is a tool, comprende'?
Though, it can—too fast—be used
to further evil ends... abstruse!
.
Consider scalpels spreading butter,
or cleaving bolts with paper cutters.
"All Science" dulls humanity
provoking an abject insanity
and we're the lesser for all that
if "science" dictates "tit for tat."
...It must be leavened with a "conscience"!
See, science can't explain what's "conscious!"
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Pure logic suits your staid computer...
But soul remains its trouble shooter!
Soul decrys atomic bombs...
or viruses in warfare qualms!
Soulless science dives right in
Enleavened by a conscience, then!
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Still, good folks think these ...won't... conspire
to make their short-term goals transpire,
If their gain can be "attained"
they'll do the worst—they won't abstain!
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I've studied them, they know no bounds,
to them "we" are as dumb as hounds;
we're shackled to our rules and codes
made ethics bound to bear their loads!
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We're mere "objects"—we're their CATTLE—
they keep us buying, taxed, and addled
while they write their tickets free
and freeload from our pockets, see?
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What we lack's the "real deal"
these psychos covet, grift, or steal!
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What we lack's a base respect
that we have lost for their neglect!
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What's we lack's the "cop to truth"...
pretended, lost, and in refute!
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What's we lack's that money spent
to educate our future, friends!
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Still, we waffle and get lathered...
endure elitist double standards—
puling prayers that just PRETEND
to hold the high ground... we can't win!
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Look around, begin to "see,"
and sense some new reality!
Stealthy wizards find new ways
to fleece their flocks and make Y O U pay.
They would trade your soul for power;
holding court, they build your towers
on these special "clouds" they'd claim
would keep you "whole" or "safe" and "sane."
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TV Preachers whine and pray
from billion-dollar pulpits—crazed!
They PRETEND their persecutions
(spewing saccharine elocutions),
all the while sowing hatreds
they condone (...and to which we're fated!).
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See the *moral* politician,
whining goals or mad positions,
wearing mantles of correctness
he contrives (to cloak his excess)?
He fronts the "un-elected,"
sells YOUR soul (you're unprotected!)
...lives a life of privileged power—
cruisin' restrooms sans his trousers!
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Still, the sky's alive with lights
(which act most strangely in my sight),
and these belie pontification,
discredit all the obfuscation,
and keep in me alive the ...need...
to ask hard questions, watch, and bleed.
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Finks pretend, "alleged weirdness...
warrants "special proof's" coherence!"
Claims that are "incredible"
demand that "proof's" infallible (?) ...
but then RETREAT becomes the norm!
It's cloaks like these are used, or worn!
The "proof's" horizon just recedes
ahead of fear... we do not need!
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No, I see them—that's a fact.
They don't conform to aircraft, Jack!
See, I'm a flyer too well versed
for wishful thinking, last and first!
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What I see will fly big circles,
glitter like a flash bulb hurtled,
then slowing to a crawl they'll glow...
to bursts of speed—away they go!
I'm there with my late Mother, friend,
and I'll not lie, distort ... pretend...
that they are there if not—you hear?
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I'll watch the skies. You face your fear!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
Former Air Force "zoomie,"—one stunningly shallow nay-sayer and default klasskurtxian cur-curmudgeon—James McGaha, has "exposed himself," in the past, as the public face of an "on-the-run" CSIcopia. His current too-cautionary mewling—as regards an all but smashed Aristotelian crystal sphere of caustic cluelessness (or scientism, as brittle as it is dull)—has been heard on numerous Larry King Live shows.
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