Conflict resolution in R.E.M.
torturous melodramatics involve
our dreams are blending aethersperheically
convection from all three conscious levels
brands about them are somewhat revealing
sleeping through the good parts of everything
bait with hot and switch emotions with cold
give all you have and take nothing but love
offer a wet tongue and withdraw a smile
lovely sleeping mates are always about.
- Standard Absudum Vortex (agentaslan.wordpress.com)
- Dream Guy (chicwannabe.wordpress.com)
- Sleep Better with WakeMate (or at least know how badly you’re sleeping!) (thisislifeinaustin.com)
Looking and listening to every click
listening to the looks of white headphones
looking and baiting with the next chick
listening to the looks of silent stones.
When will it stop, slow or ever begin to end
why do they look so intently and stare
when will they stop coming round the bend
why do they show up most everywhere?
i don’t know who you really are
i don’t know why you’re really here
i understand the near and far
i understand the confusion and fear.
Now is the moment to be in power
now is the way to rightfully be
now is the key to the knowledge tower
now is the power to finally see.
Know is what i very want to sing
know is what i’ve always swerved
no is the answer to everything
no is the answer that’s deserved.
They never say a single nice thing
they are always pleasant when there’s pay
they never really do much of anything
they know you know what’s the say.
Never really never happens that way
never procrastinate until maybe tomorrow
never say never is what they never say
never say i love you without the sweet sorrow.
Give is what you never want to be or do
give is how you become a social misfit
give is what you’ll never need to pursue
give more nothing and that’s what you’ll get.
Us is what we only pretended we’d live
us is what we’ll never thankfully be
us is what we’ll never forget not to forgive
us will never include little lost me.
Control is what you know you see
control is what you want to need
control is what you want to give me
control how much you want me to bleed.
If public transportation is to help the city citizens get from door to door,
why does it seem the fare is just something else to manage and another tax on the poor?
If ivy league colleges are so smart and really want to teach from the page,
why can’t they open their doors to everyone regardless of income race or age?
If conventional capitalist corporate structure is the superior ism,
why do we slave away for wages when there are plenty of resources hidden?
If a possible chemical imbalance means you are genetically derailed,
why isn’t there a laboratory test and who exactly is holding the scale?
If banks are so good with money and worth all the interest and fees,
why do they have the worst financial problems while forcing us to our knees?
If there is no such thing as psychic mind connection or extra sense ability,
why do you get the feeling who’s calling before you pick up and see?
If the government prints and presses the coin, dollar and the pound,
why are they always complaining they don’t have enough to go around?
If you are old enough to join the military at 18 and die,
why can’t you legally drink a beer until 21 or get high?
If paranoid people are often called irrational and crazy,
why do we usually find out they had every right to be?
If business schools are as brilliant as they say,
why can’t they figure out how to offer a free MBA?
If you are so talented and creatively smart,
why don’t we hook up and make some art?
- What Lab Tests Indicate Chemical Imbalance? (brighthub.com)
Ten indicators to determine if you are part of the mass population:
You believe in democrat or republican content
You vote and complain about our pseudo democracy
You believe the war on terror is just as it seems
Your credit rating is very important as well as your net worth
You drink bottled water, eat fast food and believe you’re still smart
You spend more time with t.v. than reading books or creating art
You are passionate about professional sports teams
You pay your federal taxes happily and diligently
You have a mortgage, car payments or rent.
Ten ways you can help with the forward progress of human civilization:
Eat organic fruits & veggies and torture free meat
Wear clothing that is label and slave labor free
Get off the power grid and reduce your pollution
Join the Peace Corps instead of the military war corps
Avoid doing business with publicly traded corporate vultures
Turn your businesses into not-for-profit ventures
Turn off your t.v. and walk through the black door
Join a movement and continue the peaceful revolution
Sell all of your stocks and bonds and invest locally
Buy local art when you need to give yourself a treat.
Please re-post at will for those who are seeking ultra social realization:
- What Happened to the Peace Corps? (abcnews.go.com)
The masses are asses and duly programmed to run the society maze,
who are the classes who make the rules and why should you even care,
to them you have little more importance than the cattle that they raise,
to feed and fatten you up enough to never question, think or even dare.
All people are programmed in one way or another, most without their knowing,
how is it really effecting you, yours and all the connected family ties,
politicos do nothing more than talk to people and keep them from rioting,
we pledge allegiance to a flag of power, corruption and institutionalized lies.
The rulers of today control the masses just as the ancient Romans did,
distract them with mindless entertainment to maintain their dominion,
give them bloody games and teach them to kill while keeping them fed,
generating little more than empty banter of matters of popular opinion.
Working jobs they don’t like alongside people they can’t really stand,
for companies who don’t care about you or any of your friends,
just to afford payments on houses and cars that impress by ultra brand,
friends who will be gone when your financial good fortune ends.
Indoctrinate them from birth to believe in a pagan god of sacrifice,
giving himself to death for your sins just for when the time is right,
to wage another war with volunteers who are willing to die at least twice,
convinced of a virgin birth and afterlife they are willing to lead the plight.
Politics are a game to keep our people from discovering the ultimate truth,
keep people fighting and arguing amongst themselves while paying all the taxes,
supporting the efforts of waging senseless wars full of bitter rotting vermouth,
beyond the impact of their bottom line without regard for the natural abraxas.
The stock market is a billion dollar shell game with the house the only real winner,
the common people hold the dice and gamble with every option and derivative buy,
the preferred stock holders do all the reaping while the poor have nothing for dinner,
commoners sow with a manufactured crises to reset the game back to zero on the sly.
They determine how the Food and Drugs are Administered with an agency of the same name,
unlike the tyrannies of the past our federal government puts most everything out in the open,
they know as long as the people are fat they will continue to believe they are the same,
by the time they realize what is happening to them it will be too late for any hopin’.
Our federal government oppresses and kills thousands of innocent people hourly,
they can be overthrown tomorrow without spilling a drop of blood with precision,
voting for presidents is like pissing in the oscillating fan of popular society,
you can vote daily with your dollar and turning off their mind control television.
San Francisco has lost its soul,
in the name of a balanced budget.
There is also what we all depend on,
the tourist dollars they count and fudge it.
Change is the cry they always jingle,
to get themselves elected.
They make us think we need their angle ,
because the city’s infected.
The people in charge have everyone fooled,
believing that they are free.
The power lay in not knowing who’s ruled,
if you look you too will see.
They sell us security and false hope,
but are really just liars and thugs.
All in the name of what they really scope,
Gold, Oil and control of all the Drugs.
The tourists come here looking as did I,
hoping to find sometime in which to belong.
What they find as progress is that people can get high,
but still get a life sentence for just having a bong?
They come here daily already in love and from the moment they arrive,
are given maps and tour-guides to all of the objects of their misplaced affection.
They come here hoping to find something close to how we used to survive,
many leave with plenty of souvenirs and an unsettling sense of personal rejection.
Our biggest “Tourist Attraction” or otherwise amusement ride,
is another sign of a society way out of reality whack.
It once was a way to help the people who lived here and provide,
now it’s little more than revenue stream for City Stall desk jockeys to spend and track.
Sure it’s cute and it keeps the tourists coming,
with every ticket comes a much bigger invisible price.
Which by the way is the latest 19th century travel technology,
for the price of a round trip ticket and 2 scoops of creamed ice.
All for a ride with a little bell and a cute jing-a-ling-a-ling,.
that reminds them of back home and their box of shrimp friend rice.
If we are going to do it anyway we should so in with electromagnetic pulsation,
they keep on coming which they’re going to do anyway and keep snapping pictures as they pass.
The attention of the world will be upon us once again as we carry the pulse and the minds of a nation,
the trolly may work fine for the tourists but for those who live here the hills are still a pain in the ass.
The art scene here would be laughable,
if it weren’t so pitiful and unbelievably sad.
The greater tragedy of this part of the fable,
is that everywhere else it’s just as bad.
Buyers with dollars and nobody to trust in the end,
with a market with no rules and everything sounds like a cheer.
It’s the ones with a hammer at the other end of the pen,
who maintain the prices and control them with fear.
I’ve never been to Alcatraz and there I never will see,
I seek no beauty in a chamber of pain with hoodies and an audio tour,
What needs to replace this old and ugly monstrosity,
is a futuristic reminder of what we are willing to endure,
and show how the perfect world is going to be.
For most of the tourists anything will do like they say,
they really want to say that they did this and that with pride.
Standing in lines for things they really shouldn’t even pay,
always paying for the t-shirt with the smile and glide.
They can now go home and wear it to display,
that they too went on the San Francisco ride.
That’s what we’ve become and it’s been like this for a while,
we have two choices that seem easy for to me and us to make.
Stick with the past and make history our trade in the name of denile,
The second choice has already been made behind your back and this time with nothing that’s fake,
the artists are taking over again but this time with mba’s, engineering degrees with much better fashion and style.
If a mind can be twisted it can surly be mended,
not by those who have to gain what you are about to lose.
Doctors, therapists and psychiatrists are bended,
treating something like its broken when its really a bruise.
Just because you’re hearing voices and seeing a new thing,
that doesn’t mean you are deficient like they want you to believe.
Doctors are only partially right 100% of the time they ping,
when asked most will only recite what the dsm labels your reprieve.
Why is it that drugs that let us feel good instantly,
are made by and large expensive and illegal?
The drugs that they are not sure what they do,
most cause anhedonia but are considered noble and legal.
Why does is seem from their limited perspective,
they are the ones that know what to do.
They are only there to see everyone at their worst,
and are never around for the normal part deux.
Too many of them and too few of us,
for anything like effective mind recovery.
People are nothing more to many of them,
than one step closer to their next big discovery.
They’re here to heal but don’t really understand how,
offering all of their empty help our minds can now sing?
DBSA and the NAMI groups perpetuate a familiar lie,
that everyone is somewhat sick and can’t do anything .
Schizophrenic this and bipolar that and lets not forget depression,
they only focus on what to call all of the others.
I wonder how they would like to be labeled in negative regression,
by all of our disenfranchised sisters and brothers.
Only deal with those who prove themselves,
to be your personalized recovery practitioner.
If they say there is no such thing on their shelves,
then they’re nothing more than a drug dealing executioner.
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