Showing posts with label the void. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the void. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

God Help Me With These Mysterious Ways


god help me
bear witness to the stunningly thoughtless waste of our ad-induced lifestyle
bear witness to all that which is so rapidly disappearing for the sake of quick profits

god help me
ignore the things I waste time hating that do not really matter
ignore our incessant destruction of this blue-green miracle world

god help me
accept the fact that sociopathic control freaks are always in charge
accept the vast environmental rape which proceeds all around us

god help me
overlook the mass extinction we further with every shopping day
overlook the millions of starving, sick and thirsty who surround me

god help me
detail the holocaust we perpetrate on our cows, pigs and chickens
detail the absurdity of remotely-controlled, pointless mass consumption

god help me
hold on to this notion that our sheer numbers are our biggest concern
hold on to this vision that a better world might yet come to pass

god help me
forget the things in my past that time simply cannot not take away
forget this nightmare of a relentlessly approaching, dystopian future

god help me
save even some faint memories of all that's being so quickly destroyed
save my simple soul from the myriad of irreconcilable media visions

god help me
open my eyes and not be frightened into blindness by what I see
open my mind beyond mass entertainment and organized religion

god help me
lose the anger that still overwhelms me way too quickly and far too often
lose the greed fanned by those who package our lives for quick profits

god help me
awaken for whatever few remaining cool sweet dawns I am granted
awaken the dreamer that may still be slumbering somewhere within me

god help me
search out those good people whom I need badly to love and to respect
search out things that matter somewhere beyond the endless infomercials

god help me
hear the pre-dawn birds teaching me how to sort out my priorities
hear the trees whispering softly above me with a gentle breeze

god help me
feel calm despite the fright and confusion that fills me once again
feel secure despite the eternal formlessness that mindlessly awaits me

Monday, July 19, 2010

Even As We Hyper-Consume


Even as we sit in our happy little homes utterly warm and comfortable
many more squat quite hopeless on hardpacked dirt floors
Even as we concentrate fully upon our surreal consumption
well over a billion live on unable to afford even the basics

Even as our own vast health care choices grow ever more costly
others need not pay for that which is not even offered
Even as some of us grow wiser about the food that we eat
some eat the wild animals that can never be replaced

Even as we struggle to manage the tattered remnants of our forests
many walk miles just to cut and carry their own daily firewood
Even as we spend ever more on our hi-tech weapon systems
Our greatest enemies cannot afford shoes for their feet

Even as we stand thoughtless in a hot and steamy shower
teenage mothers carry filthy water to their sickly children
Even as we despoil with concrete and bulldozers
others use hand axes, fire and goats to gain their own advantages

Even as we casually cast our fast food wrappers out upon the roads
millions make a crude living by combing through garbage
Even as our loving mothers shepherd children safely inside locked mini-vans
starving babies suck with empty eyes at dusty and desiccated breasts

Even as we grow bored and find no meaning in our lives
Dirty and hungry hordes consider no more than their next meal
Even as our monstrous SUVs thirstily guzzle the dregs of the oil as we drive all alone
they have no power, sewers, running water, cars or <gasp> even television

Even as we discard decent clothes merely for fashion's fickle sake
others cut their footwear from the remnants of old tires
Even as we indulge in communal botoxification
infants die in the desert with flies in their eyes

Even as we lavish thousands upon the care of our pets
children in their schools do not get even our used eyeglasses
Even as we prepare to suck the oil from our last wild places
we council the less-fortunate to leave their own rain forests intact forever

Even as we deplore their sick & irrational religious fanaticism
our cause remains righteous because the one true God is on our side
Even as we imprison them as unlawful combatants
we attack them and kill them quite against the rules we invented ourselves

Even as we constantly preach about the value of sweet freedom
they must choose to be either with us or be counted among our hated enemies
Even as the tender buds emerge in the gentle rain
the unholy diesel fumes blacken the lungs of our precious children

Even as we grow fatter, feedlot-style, on factory corporate sludge
too many others share our castoffs with the rats and the roaches
Even as we proudly disdain the need to read and to write
the ruling 1% finds it easier to pass off even more twisted & unsubstantiated half-truths

Even as world opinion grows ever stronger with regard to our actions
we grow yet more righteous and even less empathetic
Even as we prepare to spend more on the military each and every year
many children supposedly safe at home dose on mercury, lead and diesel

Even as our leaders preach of security and prosperity
their corporate cronies cut benefits and move both production & design overseas
Even as they urge pay cuts, layoffs and pension eliminations,
executives get more of everything, come profit or come loss

Even as they embrace you with false smiles and promises of a grand future
their earlier work left you out of their plans and alone on the street
Even as our blessed children loll like fattening swine upon our couches
we continue spending more money that we have not yet even earned

Even as our grasping fingers clutch at last at the marketers prize
there remain but few traces of our folly in the ash underfoot
Even as in May the young calf happily nudges his mother in the meadow
the feedlots & slaughterhouses prepare a place for him come the Fall

Even as we joyfully celebrate that Friday finally came again
we are already awaking to a depressive and smoggy Monday morning
Even as we look forward to the quiet contemplation of a dignified retirement
we actually just grow older without grace or respect and in fear

Even as the day draws to a close and the quiet shadows stir
there is still time for more noise and room to belch acrid smoke
Even as the tourist industry produces more fun every year
the things that they pimp become worn out and cannot be recycled

Even as the church bells peal out across quiet township sunsets
somewhere criminals are callously stealing pensions from trusting widows
Even as we summon up the best from within us for our greatest effort
our sociopathic so-called leaders demand young lives before they can know any better

Even as the quiet waters flow through boreal forests without end
Our mere survival smears more brown deserts around this blue-green planet
Even as honest tradesmen strive to do the good thing every day on every job
greedy salesmen cackle as they waste their fat commissions on foolish baubles

Even as we calculate the billions of light years known to the universe so far
we do not even nearly comprehend the incredible shortness of our vapid lives

Monday, July 12, 2010

BackWash



Roiled into suspension and then expelled with swirling energy
          Blended to a random grace by mixtures of unrelated forces

Shuffled together with cast-off hopes and spoiled dreams
          Spinning for a while with quaintly off-base notions

Left to try and comprehend the deepening aftermath
          Thrown off by the motion of the bleeding edge

No longer sharing the same up and down
          Evaporating slowly in the hazy contrail of progress

Accelerated briefly into a trailing vortex
          Quietly reclaimed by the good cosmic background

Swirled up with others by mere and simple chance
          Disappearing quickly behind the passing lights

Spun off by the force in an incomprehensible motion
          Settling on back into a dreamless entropy

Cast aside without malice or conscious intent
          Now drifting quite at ease among unrelated detritus

Displaced by our ungainly movement in this wondrous medium
          A small byproduct in the wake of our unfocused propulsion

Mixed fully with the exhaust of its incomplete combustion
          Falling behind with other wastes as they are expelled

frothing bubbles caught between the guidance of their wake
          unforeseen emergent effects from unconsidered acts

left bobbing in the chop as the chaotic center passes
           wisdom granted by random orientations to our space and time

mere collateral disturbance stirred by the small pressure of your passing
          dirty froth created by rapid progress towards unknowable goals

left behind to mix with other effluents and re-coalesce with the void