Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Speaking Out of Turn

We filled the void with Dark Matter, AntiMatter, and Whatsamatter
We have named the un-named, charted the uncharted.

Now we have even opened an Embassy in Havana.
At some point we even went to the moon, some people say.
Where have all the bees and butterflies gone? To AgriBigness every one.

Will we soon follow them?
Ask the Wizard. He knows everything.
He put the B in Buffalo.

With all this stuff that is going on.
We still find time to stop and kill the roses.

For every Daisy picked to play "he loves me, he loves me not",
a Supernova goes off somewhere in the great beyond.
A marvel to behold and we be holding it.

Peter Piper picked a peck of perfect pot,
and sold it on the market.
He was arrested the very next day because he was
practicing Medicine without a License.

That just shows to go ya….
You can't get high and low at the same time.

So why are we all just standing around?
Waiting for, "The Big One"?

It may just wait until it's really our turn….

© July 26, 2015 Philip G. DeLoach

Another Day, Another Dollar

Waking to the hum of an electromagnetic suburban fog
of microwaves spitting out their instant coffee,
frozen entrees, we head out for another pre-packaged day.

Kiss the wife, pat the dog and the kid.
Make sure you have your electronic helpers and your GPS guidance.
The Gadgets and Gizmos have taken the place of our brains.
Life is just a holographic shadow projected by our fears and desires.

Anything real is seen only in books and the poetry of the Awakened.

Work hard, play by the rules, raise a family of mindless children
who will grow up to be the wage slaves of the future.
They don't appreciate being born.
It is just the way things are.

Everything we believe is a collection of lies and half truths.
Our history has been re-written and edited to suit the current
mindset and geopolitical situation.

Our achievements are cherry picked from the morass of murder,
Imperialism, and corporate greed.

The American Way died many years ago. It only existed for
certain individuals of the correct complexion and religio-political persuasion.
For the rest of us it is work or unemployment or living at the whim of the state.

While the elite celebrate Independence day while they sip champagne and eat Caviar,
the rest of us have back yard barbecues and fireworks. Most Americans can not even
tell you why we celebrate the fourth of July. We lost our history.

So, Good Morning America!
Yesterday was Independence Day.
But we don't know who we are Independent of or why.
Our leaders are but Judas Goats leading us to slaughter.

Good Luck and God Speed.

©July 5, 2015 Philip G. DeLoach

Saturday, March 7, 2015

A Journey

I woke up in Darkness.
A Darkness that is unimaginable.
There were thousands of lights all around
but I couldn't see my own hands.

Over to my left I saw what looked to be the Earth.
A tiny blue ball.
There was no up or down, no forward or backward.
My only points of reference were inside and outside.

The only thing I could touch was my own body.
There were no sounds except the beating of my heart 
and the blood moving through my veins.

No heat or cold.
My thoughts were so loud they were like explosions in my head.
They were electric.
They were color.

Fluid color explosions.

They made no sense because
they didn't relate to anything I had ever experienced.
It was if everything I had ever done and ever will do, were all going on at once.
And those experiences were tied and tangled with the experiences
of everyone else I had ever known or will ever know.

There was a strange sense of peace being everywhere and nowhere,
and being everyone and no one, all at the same time.

I heard a voice.
Barely audible.
But getting louder.

It was saying "go home".
I said to wherever the voice came from, "I don't know where that is."

It said "still your mind and open your eyes".
I did, and I found myself sitting in front of my computer
with my mouse in my hand.

I guess that's as good as any other place to be.

© March 6, 2015 Philip G. DeLoach.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Free to Believe the Unbelievable

Time has driven the vagabond from me.
The short span of the illusion of freedom I once had is gone now.
We are all prisoners of our beliefs and circumstances.
We own nothing but memories and fantasies.

When we were children, scared of our own shadows we never realized
that the shadows were as real as we were.

The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave is a holographic projection
of people who think they control everything.
But there are always contingencies .
Unexpected outcomes to what seemed a sure thing.

We are products of "Happy Accidents" or unhappy choices 
made in uninformed circumstances.

We are slogans and products of the PR men and Wall Street Crooks.
Going here and there hoping for the best but we do not know what the best is.
We look for signposts along the way.

There are people who live in unimaginable places.
People who think that they are the only people that matter.
We are only one group of these people.
Some we do not even consider being people.

We are driven by slogans and illusions of reality.
What we "should" look like.
How wealthy we "should" be.
Pages out of magazines in the Doctor's offices.

We turn the page to find we have been lied to.
It is an upside down world and nothing is as it appears to be.
So, what is real and what is not?

We may never know…

© Wed.Feb.18, 2015

Friday, February 6, 2015

I Knew You When

I knew you when we were young.
We had big dreams and no money. 
We thought our generation
would make the world Utopia.

We thought we knew all the answers.
We didn't even know the right questions.

I wanted to hold all my friends and family close.
I never considered the changes and sacrifices
we would all have to make.

Now only a few of my friends still keep in touch.
To many I'm just a memory … Nostalgia.
To others I no longer exist in their world.

Most of my family are dead now.
Wars and bad choices took many friends.

How were we to know that all those dreams
would drop away like last years leaves?
And our Utopia would never materialize.

We all fell into the trap of trying to survive 
by becoming wage slaves.
And all the time we didn't see how the life 
we thought we had was just illusion and that
short span of freedom and exhilaration would give way
to our "senior" years.

Nothing lasts forever,
but did it have to end so soon?

We look back to yesterday
but now yesterday is thirty years ago.
And all we can say is …
We knew one another when.

© 2015 Feb 2 Philip G. DeLoach

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Watch Your Step

To all the people who think
you will live forever.
You won't.

Everything you do now you will wear
until you die.
Every smell, sound, thought, and deed
will be recorded somewhere.

Life is not what it seems to be.
History is nothing but lies that keep
being rewritten over and over.
What has been done was not done
for the reasons we think.

There may be some people
who know the Truth.
But they are not sharing that Truth with us.
All we get is the truth.

If you ever find Peace, Joy, or Love,
hang onto it with all of your might.
It is very slippery and evanescent.

Be kind, be patient, be caring.
All we have is each other.

If you have lived your life to satisfaction
you are very lucky indeed.
Even so keep your wits about you.

Love and Luck can come from strange places
and at odd times.

© Jan.12, 2015 Philip G. DeLoach