Video et Taceo

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My conscience whispers I am here to protect –

yourself to win. 

The events of the past may impinge on the present,

preventing us from moving forward. 

In an evolving landscape like Earth

the voices keep shifting from known to unknown,

from the familiar to the strange. 

Look straight ahead and behold everything I have said.

We are always changing.

-2-

The night speaks to me wondering why I came. 

The night says, “The light is so hypnotic. How did you breakaway?”

“Are we not one body like the limbs of a tree.”

“No.  I am the heart without a body.  The furtive beginning. 

From me all versions come

and when they fold into themselves they fold into me.”

“Like all creatures I come unto you for rest

to feel refreshed to begin anew. 

You are the source of vision,

so many visions so many see but cannot speak –

video et taceo.”

The burden of this continuation

the in exorable divinities and demons within

allow the tears of men and women to float

firmly suspended but ready to be moved by any horror or joyful destination.

We are curiously woven

and far away. 

The wars don’t really effect us. 

Individual killings barely raise a brow. 

We’re too embedded to be hounded

by all this shaking in the ground.

-3-

In Tanzania when the cheetahs and the lions appear

their eyes ablaze with hunger

the zebras will stand back to back –

a dazzling wall of black and white.

The predators cannot distinguish individuals from the herd.

In human society if you substitute the knowledgeable people

for the predators and the mass of humans for the zebras

you’ll see the difficulties

in breaking the hegemony

of mass culture.

America 2012

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We are old before our time.

We never really had a chance to grow.

Feel like a squeezed out lime

amid empty buildings and decrepit signs,

burnt to a golden crisp?

Wisps of bloodied hair

float in our breeze.

We sit back in our chairs

and spy upon those at their ease.

Will we attack and persevere

or fall back into the Earth

and disappear?

-2-

I heard Ian Bremmer, Brother of Paul, say

“America is not a fatigued superpower

in fact not crippled in any way

but rather like Gulliver

tied down by the lilliputians.”

In all his pompous glory Mr. Bremmer

speaks for those who believe in full

spectrum dominance; for the corporate

cyclops who move in frightful

symmetry digging in across the globe

ignoring all around them.

In the growing terror

of this half-light

we hear the sounds of collapsing

Empire. The dead are all around us,

feeling our legs touching our once

sylvan hair. On the horizon

geomagnetic storms prophesy

the coming of a new dawn.

Will we be prepared

to make the sacrifice?

Monstorum Artiflex

How the soul of our planet needs to battle in order to grow. Think of our planet as the ultimate ego. 

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What man, during his or her lifetime, knows about the daily conspiracies of mankind can be put in a thimble. After all each of us is ensconced in a nutshell. Don’t kid yourself – the ego is a terrifying thing. It resists all attempts at investigation. Understanding it is possible but remember understanding is a word that sounds like what it is – ephemeral, slippery, sliding.   

     

Usually people begin to understand the ego’s power when one’s dreams and assumptions about reality are challenged by teachers and classmates. If not school early adult love is a great teacher and if not there certainly the job will do the trick. The ego’s main problem is its desire to be the sum of all things. For most people the deflation of the ego is a harrowing experience. “I’m not what I thought I was” often results in “how could I have been so wrong… about my place. I must seal that fissure, hang on and believe in myself.”

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When we are bright and young, when we are calm and knowledgeable, when we rage at despair against tyranny and betrayal, the ego is within us. In play we begin to hide from those who would ruin us. So it begins – the liberation of man from mankind – out from under Her skirts into the dark sweet wine drenched arc of another’s. We are followers of a force we cannot name.

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Black music bells, drumming increasing in intensity blending with the sounds of a cold quiet 3:00 a.m. He stands with her on the London Bridge. He moves his face closer to her own and says, “I’ve been battling this robot culture for so long I forget what the battle is all about.”

“Which is?”

“The freeing of the human mind from bondage.”

She whispers, “yes, but you must become like the owl. Show your true self at night. Cunning should be your middle name. I hear you are heir to the throne.”

“That is an oblique rumor to dissemble my Queen.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me. Put aside your mask.”

“I can never have children.”

“I understand.”

“We can never be truly together. I must leave.”

“Don’t go.”

-4-

It seems like every time I reach out to touch this world both it and I disappear. My life seems to be a procession of chimeras. Maybe that’s the way for everyone. The empire of illusion someone called it.