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Roll Up, Roll Up, The Circus Is In Town (Republished)

ROLL UP, ROLL UP, THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN

Deafening election ballyhoo
A further relapse into insanity
Louder, louder, worse and worse
The lies … The misdirection

Like the two sides
Of the same bad coin
Turning up over and over
Heads I win, tails you lose

Like a rancid smell
In the soggy walls
And rotting floorboards
Of the Off-white House

Don’t flatter yourself
You have no real value
To the puppet masters
Who possess you

As they have none to you
The dupes who ticked your box
They’re used to tests from school
This one’s a gullibility test

You like Gorgol. You Like Fessebouche.

The Omnipresent Surveillance State: Orwell’s 1984 Is No Longer Fiction.

https://www.wakingtimes.com/2019/06/10/the-omnipresent-surveillance-state-orwells-1984-is-no-longer-fiction/

The Third Estate

THE THIRD ESTATE

An open heart and mind
Are always good
A fully functioning shit-detector
Can often come in handy too
In my humble experience

Seesaw

SEESAW

The political
Is personal
But then
The personal
Is political

The personal
Is political
But then
The political
Is personal

His Master’s Mask

HIS MASTER’S MASK

Dark money deep state
Terminal disconnection
Time to wake up, dears

How Do We Get Out Of This Mess?

“If you’re interested in or somewhat confused by the Yellow Vest Movement (YVM), do yourself and society a service by reading this article in its entirety.”

About the Yellow Vest Movement

Equally worthy of consideration, and equally unlikely to surface in the mainstream media is this:

The Fusion Doctrine

Polling Day

POLLING DAY

You always did your best
From your own point of view
And who am I to judge
Beyond my point of view?

Rainbow Bridge (Republished)

RAINBOW BRIDGE
……………………………………………………………………..“All the world’s a stage”
…..SUBSTANCE

The original Unset of the Show was One
But with no Set the Show could not be shown
So the Formless Form, to see who it might be
Formed an Idea called Reality
Dissolved its unity into two
The Projection Room and the Angel/Man you
The freedom of the sands of Time was formed into bricks
And this ordering of freedom was named Politics

…..SPACE

Angels are mermen who swim in the See
But dwell for a season in the Sardine Factory
In the Sardine Factory they all become Preachers
And everyone has their uniform, even the art teachers
At the door of the Projection Room some aspect of your Mother
Dressed up as an usherette is bound to stop you, brother
To see that you’re not taking any matches through
And everyone is Man/Angel/Mother/Politician/Me/You

…..RAINBOW BRIDGE

As the One/Not One became two, don’t forget
That three and four were needed to complete the Set
Nothing motivates like a puzzle unsolved
So three possible forms of Politics were evolved
The Politics of East/West, Experience and Ecstasy
And each Sardine was held by the four Chains of the See
The four major suits in the Game That Binds
Substance, Space, Power … and Time

(Rainbow Bridge is the game and the place where we play it
Though those who sense this transience may seldom dare to say it)

…..POWER

So the Sardine can be Man the Seer
And sit in the stalls with a can of beer
Or the Politician and Moral Defector
And sit in a Cabinet and run the Projector
He can be Mother and remain on the ground
Ushering all the others around
Or escape into Angelic Space and See
– If not he is inevitably all the other three

…..TIME

The Politics of East/West race the projector hour by hour
And try to hold the trumps of Time to make a bid in Power
The Politics of Experience hold the film at one small frame
Know Now and Here is Nowhere and it’s (really) all the same
The Politics of Ecstasy require you bring a match
And set light to the held frame – celluloid burns like thatch
Wave Politics goodbye, let the Freedom of Angels float
Smuggle in a match and don’t forget to register to vote …

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With acknowledgements to R. D. Laing (“The Politics of Experience”),
Timothy Leary (“The Politics of Ecstasy”) and Robin Williamson (“U”),
himself owing something to L Ron Hubbard’s concept MEST (Matter, Energy, Space, Time). Oh, and of course William Shakespeare.

(P S: It was Build-Your-Own-Cosmology Day and I had a special voucher. 😀 )

There ‘E Goes (The One Note Samba) – (Republished)

THERE ‘E GOES (THE ONE NOTE SAMBA)

There are eight notes in the octave
(One of them recycles its name)
But then there are always those
Who only recognise one note
Repetitive and relentless

Me Me Me Me Me

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Frequently, my initial reaction to this type of person is one of revulsion. but then I sometimes pause for reflection and begin wondering what sort of pain, fear and insecurity this behaviour is concealing.

Anniversary

ANNIVERSARY

One year down the road
A car crash in slow motion*
Glued fast to the screen

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* Verbal image nicked from Suzan DelBene.

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