Thank you Caitlin, When friends tell me, we are killing the Earth with climate change, war, over population, I smile and say NO WE AREN'T! The Earth doesn't care if we survive, if we are gone the Earth will go on and return to it's none human state for an estimated 3.5 Billion more years : ) The Earth will tell us how to survive, will we listen : )
Close and enduring contact with the real world, as Caitlin and others disclose it here, is the antidote to the sterile, ugly and vacuous world presented by and striven for by illegitimate power since the beginning of civilization. They say a state of mindless and vicious struggle for power is "noble," and the only reality. We know it isn't.
A very sad story, a real glimpse at life as it is in the "foremost democracy" in the world: a house of cards built on quicksand. But don't blame yourself because you couldn't correctly pronounce foreign names, and couldn't deliver the best education: People understand if you show good faith and willingness to learn. I'm sure you helped many people as the best part of an otherwise corrupt, irrational, and inhuman system.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
[Chorus]
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
...
...
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
[Chorus]
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more, no
~KANSAS
Plenty breeds Pride; Pride, Enuy, Enuy, Warre, Warre, Pouerty,
Pouerty, Humble Care. Humility breeds Peace, and Peace breeds Plenty;
Thus round this world doth rowle alternately.
~ The World’s Whirlegigge
Robert Hayman
Governor of Newfound-Land
Anno Domini : 1631
Our new world is already emerging. The comet destroying the corporate dinosaurs is us!
You should share more poems they're beautiful.
Thank you Caitlin, When friends tell me, we are killing the Earth with climate change, war, over population, I smile and say NO WE AREN'T! The Earth doesn't care if we survive, if we are gone the Earth will go on and return to it's none human state for an estimated 3.5 Billion more years : ) The Earth will tell us how to survive, will we listen : )
Russian Air Power “Mystery” Explained -- Dreizinreport -February 22, 2023
https://thedreizinreport.com/author/dreizinreport/
Close and enduring contact with the real world, as Caitlin and others disclose it here, is the antidote to the sterile, ugly and vacuous world presented by and striven for by illegitimate power since the beginning of civilization. They say a state of mindless and vicious struggle for power is "noble," and the only reality. We know it isn't.
A very sad story, a real glimpse at life as it is in the "foremost democracy" in the world: a house of cards built on quicksand. But don't blame yourself because you couldn't correctly pronounce foreign names, and couldn't deliver the best education: People understand if you show good faith and willingness to learn. I'm sure you helped many people as the best part of an otherwise corrupt, irrational, and inhuman system.
The Reckoning
——————-
America
I am redeeming all my tickets you hold
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
The ticket of all the Indians and Japs and Nazis I killed
In the backyards of my boyhood.
The ticket of the church service on the day
JFK had his head blown open and
Was sainted on the spot.
The ticket of Kent State
And
The ticket of Jonestown
And
The ticket of Nine Eleven.
The ticket of the National Debt you
Tell me I personally owe.
The ticket of the innocence you said I lost
That you never had any claim to
In the first place.
America
I am redeeming all my tickets you hold
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
The ticket of the holy materialism;
Coin, Scratch, Moolah, Franklins, Hamiltons and G’s
The Big Greed.
The tickets of addiction
Cigarettes and credit and alcohol, television,
Advertising, the stuff I
Never needed. O yeah,
You hooked me alright, America.
The Presidential tickets,
The tickets of the Bosses
And the Bankers and the CEO’s
All, all of them.
The tickets to the ones I love and loved and
The Worlds I love and loved, those tickets you
Gave me in return for putting all hope and dreams
Behind your counter.
America
I am redeeming all my tickets you hold
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
America, you lied. And I was too dumb
And too young to know you didn’t own my soul,
And accepted the tickets in trust of your
Promise that of course I could redeem them
Someday.
America, you lied
And you still lie,
Only bigger, more arrogant.
America
I have redeemed all my tickets you held
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
Your glass cases stand open and barren
Your locks are broken
Your shelves are empty
Your counters are bare
Your wage-slaves are quitting
The weeds are shattering your blacktop
Even the Crows avoid your bones
——————-
© Salskov Iversen 2012
Beautiful.....meanwhile, I will drink tequila from a Godzilla cup.
❤️
Please don't take this as throwing shade on your work, because it's always the best that drive me to revisit the music that has moved me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfF0x8e38Kg