21st century schizoid man…

Progress: man in the 21th century; consumerism riding on the back of Mass transit, medical breakthroughs, and now global communications, have paved the way for the ultimate fragmentation of communities, and the unyielding destruction to our environment. This, I don’t think we ever saw coming, or its capacity to do the damage it is doing to our entire existence physically emotionally and environmentally, right before our eyes.

Man has a deep seated need to feel safe, loved, and a part of a community whether he admits to this or not. That need also brings`with it, a passion for his/hers community – and the land community exists upon – to thrive, reproduce, and nourish itself; this is built in to the survival instinct of man, and also his connection to the very dust he was molded from that contemporary economics and the new social paradigms are robbing us of. Profit is the new god, and cost is of no relevance to these circus clowns we look to for security, direction, and the illusion of freedom.

In 50 years a total ecological disaster has taken place, fragmentation of social stability through the dismantling of communities, a world controlled by media rhetoric directing human beings here and there as if we were cattle hypnotized by wolves. Our soil, our oceans, our rivers, ponds, lakes, and the air we breath – polluted beyond all belief – humans completely disconnected from our natural propensity to commune – have instead – embraced media, pharmaceuticals, and idiots for leadership and direction. Im thinking its time to flip the script on these monkeys and parasites that have endowed themselves with this sense of entitlement to the point of murder rape and destruction of this beautiful planet we have been blessed with.

“There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.”
Gautama Buddha



Lyrics from “Hit N Run Phase Two” (2015)
Safe journey Bro

“What If?”

What if you’re right?
And He was just another
Another nice guy
What if you’re right
What if it’s true
They say the truth
Will only make a fool of you
And what if that’s true?

What if He takes His place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends, what then

But what if you’re wrong
What if there’s more
What if there’s hope
You never dreamed of hoping for
What if you jump?
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you
Catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?

What if you dig
Way down deeper
Than your
Simple-minded friends
What if you dig
And what if you find
A thousand more
Unanswered questions down inside
That’s all you find

What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold

But what if you’re wrong
What if there’s more
What if there’s hope
You never dreamed of hoping for
What if you jump?
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you
Catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?

Cause you’ve been running
As fast as you can
And you’ve been looking
For a place you can land
For so long but what if you’re wrong

What if you jump?
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you
Catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?
What if it’s love?


Pavlov’s Dog

These powers, these systems, this twisted perceptions of comfort, safety and righteousness are tricks, smoke and mirrors – constructs of rape and murder – they make fools of us with this dog and pony show we are witness to these past few hundred days. This conditioning has been slowly administered in increments by greedy monkeys, ugly clowns, and false prophets; they have no capacity to “feel’ anything past their own ambition, and perverted sense of accomplishment – all in the name of public service.
We keep buying – so they keep selling.
Pavlov’s dog – ring a bell?



No matter what a person’s worldview
whether Theistic or Atheistic in nature
If it’s not based in being humbled by
All that is around us; it’s just blinded
by, its – self.

“The great mystery of the incarnation remains a mystery eternally. Not only is what is not yet seen of it greater than what has been revealed – for it is revealed merely to the extent that those saved by it can grasp it – but also even what is revealed still remains entirely hidden and is by no means known as it really is.”
Maximus the Confessor


“What is it that has called you so suddenly out of nothingness to enjoy for a brief while a spectacle which remains quite indifferent to you? The conditions for your existence are almost as old as the rocks. For thousands of years men have striven and suffered and begotten and women have brought forth in pain. A hundred years ago, perhaps, another man sat on this spot; like you he gazed with awe and yearning in his heart at the dying light of the glaciers. Like you he was begotten of man and born of woman. He felt pain and brief joy as you do. Was he someone else? Was it not you yourself? What is this Self of yours? What was the necessary condition for making the thing conceived this time into you, just you and not someone else? What clearly intelligible scientific meaning can this ‘someone else’ really have? If she who is now your mother had cohabited with someone else and had a son by him, and your father had done likewise, would you have come to be? Or were you living in them, and in your father’s father… thousands of years ago? And even if this is so, why are you not your brother, why is your brother not you, why are you not one of your distant cousins? What justifies you in obstinately discovering this difference – the difference between you and someone else – when objectively what is there is the same?”
Erwin Schrödinger, My View of the World

Celebration of Life Rock Festival, 1971

Didn’t make Woodstock, I did make this one
Sixteen, long hair, bell bottom jeans, stoned
no money, no watch; one intention – just get there
Excitement permeated the highways, the roads – us

Hitchhiked from Atlanta to McRae, stoned all the way – on a mission
Slept on the side of roads, in strange VW vans painted strangely
Peace signs everywhere, rednecks on the prowl, (Also on a mission)
Crosby Stills and Nash saved us, blessed the road; rednecks folded

Electric Kool Aid, paranoic brownies, no ticket, no need
On a mission; remember the fierce storms, naked girls
Mud, mud everywhere – the River, the cool cool loving river
Mud all over our naked bodies, in the hundred degree sun

Armadillo stared at me as I slept, just a hundred feet from the mud
May have been the Kool Aid, may have been the hot sun that day
He spoke to me that first night as I opened my eyes for no reason
Can’t remember what he said, but I think he said – “go home Boy”

I was sixteen
He was just an armadillo
I stayed – he left
The music – a resurrection

The Fool

We worship the fool – the fool guides us like needy children
Then, prop the fool up high, and worship the fool as a god.
Make human offerings in his honor; offer up our children
We embrace the rhetoric of the fool; pay the freight
Plead for protection from the boogy man he creates

We accept, we look forward to, with great anticipation
His shiny expensive gold watch, swinging back and forth
On a gold chain, held by the bony hand of this crafty ape.
You’re getting sleepy, veeery sleepy – your eyes; heavey.
When I snap my fingers – you will wake up! and sleep – Deeply.


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