Time's Essence (seems Diluted and Refuted)

The send and receive signal is blinking,
And the single mind is syncing to the altered pose of the twinkling stars above,
Via the screen and LED beams that stream into the seams of your consciousness.

Your brain is blessed,
Yet lacks the zest of wisdom once residing in your soul;
Outdated like coal, the role of the toll booth is old and invalid,
Like the side-dish of salad,
Replaced by the rancid infection of fast food,
What a bad mood society must be in.
You may die of respiratory inefficiency,
But you've got me to inform your next of kin.

You're not as blind as I would like you to be,
Yet you don't see as clearly as is necessary,
So I'm wary of your willful ignorance, as it's frightening and malignant,
Yet the signals sent don't pay my rent so I vent by waiting on Clark Kent to save the day,
He's on his way, right, Sir Gawain? Right, brave knight? Sir knight? Am I right?

Irrelevant,
So, for the hell of it,
I descend into a hedonistic viewpoint stuck in a pit,
Of what I call economically unsound wit;
Perhaps a writ of notice regarding my upcoming eviction,
They punish those who find pleasure in a lack of plight,
and claim their sanity is out of sight;
Well, fuck you too,
I'll stage a coup so you can be you, through and through.

Please, freedom;
I need you to unlock the cages at this human zoo,
Because the free of us are too few,
And the few of us are who?

Speak up.
For the love not of God, but of life, speak up.

Hindsight

In hindsight, I see it's corrected,
With the good and bad men's motives now fully erected;
The good men aren't always those who are elected,
Yet their moral compasses find no extreme connected.

In hindsight, my blindness dissipates into sense;
Perhaps it is make-shift,
But it's worth my two cents,
So your questions of credit, or crimes to be commit,
Find themselves discovered by those who now sit
In a room of deep silence,
Or the buzz of white-noise;
Hindsight reveals all lies, and recreates all old ploys.

Limbo

I call this one the limbo week,
Where everything lies on the verge, on the peak
of an outbreak of sorts; the end of an era,
Staring out towards the French Riviera,
Still waiting.

My Words Seem so Stuck, and my Actions Amuck.

How do I give traction to this estranged attraction?
Do I put my thought into action, and gauge her reaction?
Or is looking to date, for me, a risky transaction?
I keep pushing these feelings into blatant abstraction,
And I'm sorry.

I'm bad, at this point, with our interaction,
It lacks a consistency,
Yet withholds sporadic satisfaction,
And I'm not all that sure on how to approach you,
Every time I'm around you, it seems the uneasy stages a coup inside my head,
And proves it don't pay to be well-read, if the words you have learned seem to remain unsaid,
How silly.

How can we win, when fools can be kings?

Stephen Harper has won an overwhelming majority in the House of Commons this most recent election. So, there goes the old stereotype of a liberalistic Canada, eh?

I'm not even quite what sure to say, except this... democracy is the worst form of government, except all those that have been tried. This election saw a 60% voter turnout, 40% of which voted Conservative. That means that 24% of the population of Canada is Harper's so-called 'majority' government, and that apathy is to blame for the plutocratic oligarchy that has now arisen, unexpected and out of nowhere, from an otherwise quiet Monday night.

Every time I compare Harper to Hitler, it's not out of any wish to actually say Harper is as evil of a mother fucker as Hitler was... I doubt Harper is evil at all, just arrogant and full of himself like most Conservatives that convince themselves that they know best. I compare Harper to Hitler only to make this clear statement: both are good for the economy, but tremendously bad for the people.
As a result of the 'Harper Government,' as I should now call it, considering it is probably no longer known (officially) as the 'Government of Canada,' Canada is involved in 3 wars, and counting. That's 3 different hot-zones of state-sanctioned violence and murder.

During this past election, every party did, indeed, attempt to get the 'lowest common denominator' to rally behind them... but the difference between the Conservatives and the other parties (save for maybe the Liberal's under Michael Ignatieff) is that the NDP, Bloc Quebecois, and Green Party all tried to appeal to the more educated and socially aware of us, as well as tried to appeal to the 'lowest common denominator,' whilst the Conservatives (and to be fair, yet again, Michael Ignatieff's Liberals) appealed only to the lowest common denominator using shallow promises of things the politically ignorant populace hardly understood the implications of. In a democracy, if you can get the lowest common denominator to rally behind you, you can do practically whatever the fuck you want... and I'll give that to Harper, he's one crafty little mother fucker, and sure knows how to take advantage of peoples ignorance effectively. Not that it should be anything for him to be proud of, however (albeit I bet he is).

I'll also give something else to the Conservatives; their ability to get out to the polling station in droves and vote. The fact that the entire Canadian right-wing is represented under one party kind of helps the Conservatives on issues of unity, unlike the Canadian left, which is fragmented into 3 to 5 different parties, and makes it that much easier for the right to win as a vote-split is more likely than everyone agreeing on a single party to go for in federal elections.

The Canadian youth are finally growing up, however, and 4 years from now (if not before), the youth will rise up en masse and shove the Conservative majority up Stephen Harper's ass and out his mouth. The era of the baby-boomer's is coming to an end, and the age of youth apathy is also slipping away. Don't believe me? Look to the youth fighting and dying for their freedoms in North Africa and the Middle East.

The world is changing, and although the informed among us lost this battle, we haven't lost the war.  

Livin' in the 21st Century

That pretty much sums it up right there- the tag-line to the War on Terror we've all been waiting for.
But it boggles my mind, as I watch CNN and witness the parades of euphorically jubilant people celebrating the death of someone they feel dealt them a terrible wrong. It's patriotism gone mad when people decide to celebrate the violent end of any human being on this planet, especially when the cost has been so high in financial and human regards.

Ok, sure. Somewhere along the lines of 3000 people lost their lives on 9/11, and if were taking into account those who started it (providing the numerous conspiracy theories are wrong, and 9/11 was not an inside job), Osama bin Laden is guilty. But if were talking in the sense of who killed more people senselessly, the United States (as well as their affiliate allies, which includes multinational UN 'peace-keepers,' and yours truly, Canada) takes the gold.

The civilian deaths in Iraq, as a result of the American military, is somewhere around 151,000. 151,000! That's insane! If you subtract the amount of people killed on 9/11 from the above death-toll, it brings it down to only 149,000. That's barely a dent in that figure, and it says something quite provocative about the situation in the Middle East, and leaves you wondering... who are the real terrorists? Honestly?

In the period between 2001 and 2003 alone, over 23,000 civilians died as a result of Allied military actions in Afghanistan during 'Operation: Enduring Freedom.'     

The world is a very, very silly place. Seriously... it's absolutely insane. The strange part is, that's part of what makes it so incredible.

Osama bin Laden is Dead

Osama bin Laden is dead.
That pretty much sums it up right there- the tag-line to the War on Terror we've all been waiting for;
The adherent doctrine dealt out like a decoration to add decor to the death and destruction distributed so freely like health care should be,
But isn't because Fox News and the Tea Party see it differently;
"The only thing that should be free is the freedom to spread freedom against the wishes of the oppressed by utilizing force of arms to instill upon them a will to fight what we see as their evil sheikdoms,"
Stage 1 in a dramatic ensemble of violence all directed at the elimination of human toil in pursuit of the spoils of unjust construction,
A naive assumption based on silly presumptions against Islam in conjunction to the real world.

Osama bin Laden is dead.
A euphorically jubilant crowd applauds outside the steps of the White House,
And I listen with incrementation as the news station sponsors discrimination to add flames to the hate machine,
And I wonder;
Can we not just cut the cake? Clean the slate of the human race just to cut to the chase and reach the release we sought in world peace in the first place?
Probably not, as it is our woes that have brought men from silver to gold, modest to bold, caring to cold, and 'on sale' to 'sold' in this system.

And I can't accept that.

It would be a different case if my sad face brought a poor man back to first base in terms of sustaining the ability to remain within the mile-high club that is the human race,
Or if my woes brought all poverty stricken panic from financial rags, to spiritual riches,
Instead of all this shit where people are paid to dig ditches just so, in turn, they begin to build bridges over said ditches simply to stimulate an abstract mathematical construct a few inches further from rock bottom.

Osama bin Laden is dead.
For the past ten years, what ground did he tread?
Not a lot; at least in comparison to his pursuers who tread streets full of hot lead and bloody head's, each still scarred with a lingering dread left unsaid;
And so vivid, is the anger, so vivid the hate and horrors of war, to the point that one is beyond asking 'what is this all for?' and simply hits the floor as rockets whiz by like angry boars, and bullets shatter walls and kill at a pace that a pill couldn't heal your soon to be charred corpse,
And life looses all meaning;
War is no longer a late-night TV show screening, it's men and women screaming with their guts spilled and steaming,
And the tears don't suffice, as everything cuts deep like a knife to symbolize this endless strife,
The trial and tribulation.

But, don't fool yourself.
Osama bin Laden is dead, he was shot in the head, now all the men and women can go back home to their countries and back to their own beds,
To night terrors instead, as they realize their sanity is caught on a thread,

But the truth still remains quite complacent;
As it is the truth that is adjacent to the lies of news stations and corporations looking to make a dime off the fall of a nation,
All caught in a frenzied impatience at how long the castration of the Haitians is taking to make a dollar towards their next Palm Springs vacation,
And all the concentration, under-the-radar conversations or over-the-top public declarations at anti-capitalist demonstrations, whether in New York City or the Appalachians,
Goes unheeded amidst Wal-Mart's new decorations, or the Palestinian deportations, or Quaran desecration's carried out by ignorant delegations filled with a fundamentalist generation of observations,
So we're blind.

Amidst all this truth, we are blind.
And to this day, my head still sways at how insane we make this world with our memes and the capacity of our brains that go unharnessed in our head,
But none of this really matters, does it?
Because Obama said Osama is finally dead.