Dear New World Order

You can rob me.
You can take my house.
You can take my things.
I have nothing of worth for thee.

You can take me.
You can take my liberty.
You can take my freedom.
I surrender my strife to thee.

You can kill me.
You can take my body.
You can take my soul.
I surrender my life to thee.

I will not live in fear anymore.
The conspiracy theories that abound will not
take my attention away from the moment for

I proclaim my freedom from tyranny.
From the news media that pollutes our world with negativity
and tries to make us focus on the worst of mankind.

I will not live with the fear of death, for death is less,
just the beginning and this life is the preparation for
a new journey be it through matter or consciousness.

I will live as if I am already dead.
A ghost in a culture that does not protect the sanctity of life.
I will be unflinching in the face of terror for there
is no terror where there is no fear of death.

I will live knowing that my life is meaningless in a world that
does not value the life of the planet that sustains it.
I will live knowing that by surrendering myself to you
I am becoming part of a population sick of living in fear
of the supposed end times.

I will live knowing that my surrender is the beginning of a life
not consumed with the worries of the future of mankind.
Knowing that mankind has no value because it does not value itself.

So when the time comes I say this pledge so that the powers that be
may know that there is no need for a cleansing of a population
that no longer has the desire to live.
There is no need to defeat a population that no longer buys the lies you give.

So that they may realize there is no need to destroy the
earth in order to depopulate the unwanted masses.

I say this pledge knowing that you do not exist.
Knowing that I will never be affected by any of the theories
that many use to scare an already paranoid and fearful population
into hoarding ammo and rations.

I am not afraid. I will not kowtow to the fear you gave.

Sincerely,

Global Citizen

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes,
an aeroplane – Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn,
world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,
The ladder starts to clatter with fear fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site.
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing!
Fine, then.

Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it’ll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right – right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed. Uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier.
Renegade steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.
(I feel fine)

It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev. Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it. (It’s time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (It’s time I had some time alone) and I feel fine…

R.E.M. – It’s The End Of The World Lyrics

if you were wondering

I am now on Consumer Reports and I’m thinking about

Trying to find the best elderly medic alert system.
Trying to decipher our new IRA rollover and continue to listen.
Trying to distribute my SS money in the best way.

While filling out forms for the kids new benefits to be deposited today.
While trying to schedule school tours for our oldest.
While scheduling specialists for their allergies and speech as the doctor told us.
While making a budget for my grandmother who is really sick.
While trying to fit her income into her monthly budget so she can exist.

Wondering if it is too late to change her medicare supplemental plan.
Wondering how to get advice on that, not from a computer but a human.

Remembering I need to pack up the Christmas decorations.
Remembering it’s time to get our kids a haircut, maybe from Sensations.
Remembering to write my doctor about my lung tests since he has forgotten.
Remembering to unpack from traveling before my clothes are rotten.

While our littlest one is making messes with wipeys and crackers under my feet.
While she takes my car keys, hides them and trashes the house like a super athlete.

As I research phone and TV rates because Vonage is sucking.
As I remember I need to get a medical expense list for taxes this year.

If you were wondering that’s all a house wife does, my dear.

The Sequence

Artwork by Emil Alzamora showing at Artbreak through February.

Drastic quick changes happen all the time.
Mutating our operating systems when we’re online.
They happen in our DNA and environment like science fiction.
They happen in the paths we take with such conviction.

Nature shocked the environment before we were here.
It killed most of the oxygen for its greed, so beware.
We are still unaware of our mistakes we’ve made in the past.
Random mutations can impact us all and be large and vast.

Now mankind has the ability to engage these systems.
We can improve our genome and introduce new solutions.
As an animal that has barely begun to reach our potential,
Improving and limiting our genes seems essential.

Universal consciousness is only years from our grasps.
As we aim The Large Hadron Collider at our new tasks.
Scientists use mathematical models to embrace the present.
Looking inward and outward for the formula for our essence.

Artists look hundreds of years  ahead and imagine
Dead barren lands or lush tropical forests with their mind engines.
Sculptors shape concrete and metal into alien human forms.
Envisioning three dimensional shapes that conform and alarm.

We might form long necks like large intestines.
Or bodies hung on hooks that are shaped uniquely in succession.
Or a pigs belly with many teats to help feed our growing humanity.
So many options can come from the shifting of our sanity.

A human form stands stark and nude looking up for guidance.
Majestic in his presence he kneels in obedience.
Human torsos with faces covered with human flowers.
Maybe they have decided to marry nature’s infinite power?

Maybe they are using flowers to hide and cower.
Maybe these torsos have realized nature’s harmony.
That mankind is only part of the picture we choose to see.
That nature would be just fine without us and our disease.

Nature would be fine without the chemicals we produce and digest.
Nature would be fine without the bombs and wars we protest.
Nature needs not protecting from the fear of collapse.
If we are of nature we must change and learn to adapt.

We must change our minds and bodies that much is clear.
Mutate or die is the new mantra that humanity must endear.
The time to act is now and this is definitely not a game.
For if we don’t change quickly it will surely be ashame.

human genome

to be human again

I woke up today thinking
this could be the end of this stinking
compromise of which we are all living.
I remembered the citrus growers

And how they have lost everything.
Today farmers woke and discovered
Billions of dollars frozen and crushed
By mother nature’s touch.

As the arctic winds blew in and sat
For days on end in Florida land.
Many ask how can we have global warming
When the cold winds keeps on swarming?

Migrant workers and old school farmers
Have lost the cash crops that feed their families.
Business as usual many might say
Or the beginning of many more natural disasters?

Maybe the cold will hang around longer.
Maybe a heat wave will shock stronger.
Melt the ice expected all winter to stay.
But how can one not think this I say.

When we are programmed to think the worst.
Any hurricane or storm is a sign of things to come.
It has been prophesied and it has begun.
With no survival skills I think nature has already won.

What skills do I have that I can trade for food?
I would freeze to death without fire wood.
What do I own that would be of value?
Nothing I own will work without electricity.

I wish I could say I am fit and ready for the test.
But I’m sick and out of shape and surely can’t jest.
I do think of the adventure that lies ahead.
Maybe the end is the beginning instead.
Maybe this is our chance to be human again.

Stardust to Stardust

Vibrating frequencies pushing us all onward.
All towards our place in the system.
The system to which we should all listen.
By tuning out the noises inside our heads.

And listen to rhythm of life from which our lives are lead.
Many planets devoid of life high above.
Spin in infinity without the knowledge of love.
They are perfect without one microorganism.

On earth single cells are dividing and splitting.
A universe inside our brains is fighting.
Why are we so out of touch with our destiny?
We will return back to the heavens from which we came.

Go ahead, take the purple pill if you will.
You deserve a third option.
There is no need to be forced in one direction.
Leave the world of duality behind.

Take the purple pill and you will find
That you can live inside your mind
While living inside the culture you despise.
Take a look at the lady in the red dress.

She’s something to behold, but i digress.
Embrace the technology that we create.
Use it to help solve our problems not masturbate.
Use it to tap into our limitless potential.

The power of the super computer will unite.
It will map the mind and the universe inside.
There are billions of planets thriving in our galaxy.
You will one day see them as if they were a fantasy.

Planets that are vast barren lands of sand.
Planets of gaseous clouds and crystals create
while black holes and alien life forms continually mutate.
If we could only transport our minds and see.

We are standing at the precipice of our species.
A time will surely come when we tell our grandchildren
That we were there when mankind made the right decisions.
Everyone on this planet who lives will know

That there is much more to living than being politically free.
Freedom from our bodies that are diseased and sick.
Freedom from the worship of objects and ideologies.
Then we will realize we owe an apology

To the planet that molded us from nothing but stardust.
To the planet that we bombed and mined before our awakening.
There will be a time when we look back at earth
And we will know we owe her our birth.

Soon humanity will set out to explore deep space.
We will look back at the little rock and the human race.
We can learn from all the human suffering and misery.
We can learn from the past and rewrite our history.

Red Pill or Blue Pill

I woke up today.
I felt nauseous as usual.
I took a shower and thought
Something horrible is going to happen.

My mind doesn’t do that usually.
But I don’t feel like things are correctable.
I don’t see democracy working.
I don’t see capitalism working.

I don’t see our culture working.
I see the infighting and culture wars.
I see continual fights on social issues.
I see no hope for the unemployed.

I see no hope for the middle class.
I see pedophiles and drug addicts.
I see car bombings and terrorist attacks.
I see spree killings.

I see reality TV eating our souls.
I see friends and families giving up.
Giving up on their dreams.
Not remembering when they had any.

I feel like I’m in a movie.
Yesterday after work I laid in the dark.
I thought about my family.
I thought about all the illness we have.

I thought about the dreams for our children.
I thought about the world they will inherit.
I thought about the cost of their educations.
I thought about the toxins in the water.

I thought about the crime on the streets.
I watched a show about the drug trade.
I thought about America’s addictions.
I thought about America’s depression and anxiety.

I remember it being better when I was a child.
But maybe that is because I was a child.
Maybe it has always been screwed up.
Maybe it will always be screwed up.

Maybe we always think the grass is greener.
Maybe the grass is burnt and dead.
Maybe we are burnt and dead.
Maybe we are already dead.

My mom called me to ask how I was doing.
I told her how I was doing.
Then she decided she didn’t really want to know.
It seems I ruined her mood.

How are we to live in this world?
How are we to continue on?
How are we to find peace and happiness?
How are we to smile at our children?

Why are we not collectively trying to fix it?
Why are we acting as if nothing is wrong?
Why are we playing this game?
Why are we looking for fame?

I went to bed.
I slept wonderfully as usual.
I was dreaming and thought
Something wonderful is going to happen.

My mind is usually positive.
I feel like things are great.
I see democracy working.
I see capitalism working.

I see our culture working.
I don’t see the infighting and culture wars.
I don’t see continual fights on social issues.
I see hope for the unemployed.

I see hope for the middle class.
I don’t see pedophiles and drug addicts.
I don’t see car bombings and terrorist attacks.
I don’t see spree killings.

I don’t see reality TV eating our souls.
I don’t see friends and families giving up.
No one is giving up on their dreams.
Everyone remembers them.

I don’t feel like I’m in a movie.
Yesterday after work I went for a run.
I didn’t think about my family.
I didn’t think about all the illness we have.

I didn’t think about the dreams for our children.
I didn’t think about the world they will inherit.
I didn’t think about the cost of their educations.
I didn’t think about the toxins in the water.

I didn’t think about the crime on the streets.
I didn’t watch a show about the drug trade.
I didn’t think about America’s addictions.
I didn’t think about America’s depression and anxiety.

I don’t remember it being better when I was a child.
But maybe that is because it’s great now.
Maybe it has always been wonderful.
Maybe it will always be wonderful.

Maybe we don’t always think the grass is greener.
Maybe the grass is as green as it will get.
Maybe we are thriving and alive.
Maybe we are already in heaven?

My mom didn’t call me to ask how I was doing.
I didn’t tell her how I was doing.
Then she did not decide she didn’t really want to know.
It seems I would have increased her mood.

How are we not going to live in this world?
How are we not going to continue on?
How are we not going to find peace and happiness?
How are we not to smile at our children?

Why are we collectively trying to fix it?
Why are we acting as if everything is great?
Why are we not playing a game?
Why are we not looking for fame?

Thunderstruck

Fire in his underpants or in his shoes
The thunder will strike when it is time for you.
No matter how much you strip or what you wear.
When your time is up, you will bare

Witness to these pivotal times.
When we kill each other over the drop of a dime.
When our enemy is not a people but an ideology.
Something taught and grown to destroy democracy.

Much finger pointing is going on about Islam.
Is it a religion that preaches others to kill and harm?
Or is it a religion of peace and love?
Should Muslims be profiled by cameras from above?

Recently I heard folks asking where are all the Christians?
Maybe the Fundamentalist Baptists should go and fix them.
Then maybe we could can turn this thing into a real holy war.
Maybe we should show them what we are really fighting for!

The America that Glenn Beck grew up in is far gone.
As he cries like a baby but for not very long.
Tears of an actor to fear monger the camera.
Stirring up the scared and paranoid for money and glamor.

It would seem the far right would like a third war.
As their pundits continue to bash anything the President is for.
They want back their wild cowboy days.
Where George Bush’s truck got stuck in a ditch sideways.

Where a war was started under false pretenses.
Where hundreds of thousands died for pure nonsense.
Where all the money was given to Cheney’s men
To rebuild the country he destroyed again.

The memory of Americans is that of a gnat.
They’d rather watch reality shows and grow stagnant.
Who cares about health care or the wars being fought
As long the online orders come on time that we bought.

As long as the game is on and the beer is flowing
The apathy of Americans will continue growing.
As long as politicians are paid for their votes
There will be no change and there will be no hope.

Meditation on 2012

Theories abound about 2012 in our collective story.
Some believe it will be the end of mankind’s glory.
Some believe it will be a new beginning for humanity
Where we have an awakening and experience true clarity.

This date manifests itself on the Mayan calendar as the end.
Nostradamus predicted this being the day we should repent.
The I Ching has been decoded and this date aligns
as being of great significance for our time.

Militias are training for the New World Order to arise
because they believe in a plan to kill millions and dehumanize.
Many believe that aliens are coming back to claim their throne.
That humans are their genetic offspring made and grown.

Others believe that planet X will collide with earth and end it.
Or maybe the poles will shift throwing the environment into a fit.
Or maybe aliens will finally decide to talk to us and make first contact.
That the crop circles are being sent to us to decode our new path.

Or maybe the rapture will come and we all will be judged.
Or maybe a nuke detonated and a city will become wreckage.
Or maybe climate change is real and the waters will rise higher
Destroying the islands and lowlands and putting others on fire.

Or maybe The Large Hadron collider opens a Large Black Hole.
One that makes our world go back to where it was stole.
Or maybe the black hole in the center of our galaxy expands
Sucking The Milky Way into itself from within.

Or maybe it will be just like Y2K, just another day.
Maybe it is in our nature to always look for another way.
Maybe we feel we deserve to be the center of the universe.
Maybe we are looking for meaning for our eternal search.

So as we begin 2010, let us listen to all the theories
And cling to the ones that don’t makes us fear.
Let our minds be comforted in the days to come
in the hopes that this date will be a day of peace and love.

Earth

Spark of Life

A new year and a new life we are given.
A time to start over and be forgiven
For the mistakes we all have made.
For the untruths we all have told along the way.

Let this new year bring us all closer to our divinity.
Closer to that spark some define as the Holy Trinity.
Closer to the passion we all forget to pursue
That exists within us all, not just a few.

Let there be peace on earth as our species grows.
Let us come closer to the eternal truths we seldom know.
Treat others as we would have them treat us.
Not judging others quickly, throwing away our trust.

Let us invest in our children’s education before war.
Let us use our brains to learn how to feed the poor.
Let capitalism learn how to abstain.
Let money not be the focus over the humane.

Let people be not just numbers on a spreadsheet.
Let the practice of empathy be one we repeat.
Let us realize the news media are pigs to the trough.
That fear and sensationalism is what we have bought.

That every time we turn on the TV and tune in.
That the propaganda machine continues to win.
If you want to know what the weather is like outside
Go see for yourself, no need to hide.

Believe in your senses that you need to relearn.
Because any life worth living you must earn.
Life is a blessing we all should hold dear.
One to celebrate without fear.

The Glue that Binds

I don’t want to be scared.
Scared of not having health care.
Scared of losing my income.
Scared of not having friends to come

To my funeral when I pass.
Not to come to remember the past.
When I was full of life and did silly acts
Things I no longer remember as facts.

That have forced my brain to release
Memories I needed to restore my peace.
I’m scared of my family and friends dying.
Not because of death but because of the crying.

Scared of the pain that passing inflicts on the living.
No matter your faith a loved one’s death is pure grieving.
It makes you question yourself and where you are.
About their souls and if they have gone too far.

Or if they are right there with you in your dreams.
Holding your hand and comforting your self esteem.
Those dreams can be visual and full of smells.
As if they are touching you before they fell.

Your life extends before your eyes
And what is to come after you reveal the lies.
Death is just a dress rehearsal for the big dance
Where we are our life’s actions last stance.

And if that is the case why are we so fearful of the pace
That life has quickened before our face.
Why do we cling to the things we will never really own.
Putting so much energy into the things we moan.

Cherishing our freedom and the things we are going to lose.
If only we followed our path that is laid out before us like a muse.
We can all make a list of things we want to do
But who can do them with the debt we must fuse.

We have a culture that fights us tooth and nail.
Programs us to believe we are just an empty shell.
When in truth it is our guts that are the glue.
The glue that ties us together if not just a small few.