Adams to Jefferson #3

We are too big to fail, my dear Thomas.
That’s what we have become.
A country hooked on media.
Fed by our appetites we succumb.

To the false idol of the dollar
And what we think it is worth.
Binary code floats through our space
Hoping to make its place.

Into our virtual bank accounts of Hope.
We have nothing but today, and yet
We throw it all away for the fear of not
living to see our children grow old.

As our dollar becomes devalued.
As our debt grows greater each day, we must
remember when it was all just a concept.
That currency was supposed to grow Trust.

Now with the Big Banks set in place.
After having robbed us of our space.
Above any law that keeps them fair.
We can remember Hamilton’s folly.
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The Soul of Infinity

The Soul of Mankind
Hangs from a line
That is held in place by you and me.
As it floats in the eternal sea.

The rock that it uses as a boat
Is floating through our universe.
This soul is the only thing we have
As we argue over the words we see.

There can’t be a God.
There can’t be a soul.
These words are outdated.
And totally inflated.

You must buy more Gold.
The dollar is devalued.
We must have freedom for all indeed.
This is the mold we cast.

Our soul is dying inside when
We have nothing but

      1. arguing
.
Man is now dying as God has done.
When we could bring him back to be.

Our facts are just symbols
We place in a temple.
As we raise them up we deny ourselves
The mystery inside of we.

You are a miracle
Made from stardust floating through space
With all the potential you want to be.
If only we could see this miracle

Inside ourselves and believe.
This miracle connects us to the everything.
Apart but together. Separate but whole.
You are the soul of infinity.

Adams to Jefferson #3

We are too big to fail, my dear Thomas.
That’s what we have become.
A country hooked on media.
Fed by our appetites we succumb.

To the false idol of the dollar
And what we think it is worth.
Binary code floats through our space
Hoping to make its place.

Into our virtual bank accounts of Hope.
We have nothing but today, and yet
We throw it all away for the fear of not
living to see our children grow old.

As our dollar becomes devalued.
As our debt grows greater each day, we must
remember when it was all just a concept.
That currency was supposed to grow Trust.

Now with the Big Banks set in place.
After having robbed us of our space.
Above any law that keeps them fair.
We can remember Hamilton’s folly.
Continue reading

Boxing.

Clear eyes for the tired guy. One drop at a time. Drip. Drip.Drip.

Staring at flat panel screen dream. 50 inch plasma, that’s my Self. Staring at mirror images. Seeing fat cell deposits. Flesh. Apathy. Standing up tall. Yoga stance. Yoga prance. One vertebrae at a time. Sucking it in.

Tired of boxes. Tired of everyone talking about putting people in boxes. Thinking out of boxes. In the box. Out of the box. Jack in the Box. There is no box. Especially for fear of small spaces. Especially for tears in small places. Face this. Place this box out of your mind. Find time to breath fully with lack of boxes. Lack of limits. Infinite Spaces. Infinite Places.

Small town itch. Small town bitch. They don’t know me. I am know one. I am everyone. I am mountain top. Anthill. Stream. River. Sea. The infinite minutia. Space eternal. Smiles and tears and fears and put this all aside, and stride. See the mountain top and climb. One step at a time. One pixel at a time. One brush stroke at a time. One word at a time. Climb.

XOXOXO

Throwing out lures and kicking your spurs. Fishing with bobs and calling out mobs. Waiting for a bite that might, maybe, never come.

Playing the numbers. Playing your chance at the big time. The more you bait the more chances of bites. Chances of mights. Chances of rights. Once. Twice. Three times a maybe. When is the day that your ship will sell in? When will your words be deemed worthy? Your ideals deemed beauty? And when will you get your applause for your dogged determination. The question you have to ask yourself is, “Do you feel lucky?” Do you even play the lotto? Why do you need to win?

Running expecting more from life progam.exe. Compiling. [This program will make you expect more] You are programmed to want more. Now. Instantly. Gratify me. From the flicker of the television to the ping pong of data flying through space. To the happy meal, combo number 1’s, 500 channels of emptiness, infomercials, lose weight while doing nothing. Find happiness while doing nothing. Happy pills.

Happy meals and mind numbing Blockbuster movies. As we watch Hollywood stars making millions off of make believe. Why can’t you make a decent living off of your reality? To professional athletes signing multimillion dollar contracts. With the majority of our heroes being uneducated, untalented regular folk who have found fame by being at the right place at the right time. Having the right contacts. Having the right PR. And symbolically if not literally winning the lotto.

Wake and take control of system, data, position in space. Make it so. Run rationalization program. Consume jealousy. Want to experience a life full of fame, riches, worries not constrained to money, with dollars flowing. Not living from paycheck to paycheck. Run reality program. Delete jealousy program. Find value in the here and now. Human closeness. Human moistness. Flesh real. Sweat. Tears. Pain. Reality. Make it so. Hugs all around.

V.A. Benefits

Cushy. Sitting my rear dear, on other cushion pushing chairs, clicking new mouses. click. click. Meeting new people. Learning new dramas. Learning new file structure process upload refreshness. Freshness. New horizons. Not for a limited time. Not for a low low price.

I’m a government contractor. I don’t sell anything. I don’t pollute your mail box or inbox anymore. Indoor commercial contract subcontract sign on the dotted line. Security clearance clearness. I am working for the green machine naval base space supporting the freedom fighters mighters smiting thee down. Smiting the evil doers who will be judged one mouse click at time.

I have a photo I.D. Sliding it in and out of doors core, keyboards. I served my country. Cleaned my toilets. Over and over and over. Have you? Have you signed your life away and put your life on the dotted line online on time on mine. Found life, liberty and the pursuit to raise your family without having to worry about bills or wills or the next choice.

Information technology discount system tears. Drill deeper into my interests to support the welfare of a life lived investigating a just cause. Just falls on my back and gets back time spent buffing floors and buffing combat boots of P.T. tracks being rounded. Of having to put it all on pause. And finally having it all pay off.