TeLeX
More rated R than XXX
Or any synapses superseded by sex.
Restraint prevents all of life's wrecks.
Et qualis rex, talis grex
Hits up doubles, then it checks ...
Like a con job of latent lex—
—icography. Vowels vex!
Walls erect to stave off what's next (?)
Cause things become rather complex
As culmination crowns authored apex.
Make no mistake; pay your respects.
To the astros shalt we undertake / treks /
TeLeX
Lorem Ipsum
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Lorem Ipsum
MEDIA capta ferum victorem cepit ...
(Lingua Franca narrat mendacium semper).
Credat judaeus Apella, non ego!
Iuventus stultorum magister —
Mutatis Mutandis; varietas delectac.
Bis dicere: docendo discimus.
Ven, nescis cui bono?
Nemo enim potest personam diu ferre.
Inter arma enim silent leges.
Sapere quis in culpa —
Nicto ergo suum cuique ;)
Nosce te Ipsum!
Bird-Tribe Incarnate
"There are many names for us. We have been called angels, Bird Tribes, higher selves, Hoksedas, spirits of the stars. The reality of what we are is more than a name can convey...
As the new information society bubbles over into global spiritual awakening, we come to join with our human egos on a scale unprecedented in all of history...
People turn once again to the Great Spirit who is the source of all information. Rapidly in some, gradually in others, our egos discover their appropriate roles in the communication of this new awareness. And there is naturally distortion at first. But in the explosion of consciousness, it is soon purified. Our spirits incarnate in ever growing numbers. Distortion diminishes. Truth spreads. And how beautiful it is!
Invite the Bird Tribes into your awareness. Make a home for eternal spirit in your heart…
The process of relaxing all thoughts that require tension to sustain them is a process of relaxing habits of the past and awakening to the reality of your own spiritual presence...
Crude primitive symbolism, these letters on a page, but a beginning. For as you sense the reality behind these words, and follow the direction of our thought, there is movement in your life. You leave the cave of history’s deceit and enter the sunlit garden that has ever been your true home..."
TranZonE
TranZonE
Pay heed to its TONE
The elision is lone
To illusion we're prone
These allusions — they drone.
Let's take time out then hone
What was once set in stone;
Hew right through to the bone ...
Sibylline like a crone
An unexpected cyclone
Away you've been blown!
Laggard's Lament:
The sun shone, moon had none.
Standoffish as any gang toting many a gun
Serious thinkers must lighten up and have fun.
You can't lift verse silly (no duh) it weighs a TON.
Counter-Culture Failure
Artists have become complicit with the spectacular aspects of commodification. All talents are now coopted in service to capitalistic enterprise.
Fatalistic as it may sound, there isn't any chance for an effective revolution to overthrow this system ... Its roots reach too deep into the collective unconscious.
Inertial tendencies have been inculcated in us since infancy. Everybody's parents and even grandparents were ensnared long before our arrival.
The nature of the beast is such that it has already assimilated any resistance to its preponderance well beforehand.
Dissenting voices find themselves drowning among a cacophony of competing choruses. Yet national anthems still define the terms of engagement.
Fine art is presently naught but skillful seduction; a well-polished reflector obfuscated by wispy vapor.
Its finest offerings adorn the towering edifice of traditionalist establishment. Hollywood holds sway over the untrained mind.
Glamour and glitter bedazzle beholders more than Huxley's 'Moksha-Medicine'. Banality brings spectators together, while larger than life superstars subvert their individuality.
Such impressionable peons get ground under industrial gears set in motion to demolish public doubts:
"Keep your faith in wealthy figureheads, because they must surely know what's best for society's collective investiture!"
Spectre of The Spectacle
Spectre of The Spectacle
It's a whale of a tale
And it swallows us whole:
Spewing up our worst parts
During low tide onto a shoal.
Lies give rise to a paradox
Lying patient in wait.
Eyes spy news from FOX
Gravitas loses weight.
Yet you follow like a flunky
Lackluster as any lackey.
Roll over boy, play dead;
Butter up our daily cred.
They just cut into your jam —
Protests now won't seal the dam.
So sick and tired of this gore ...
Not going to take it anymore!
Paraphrasing (for dummies):
In every time and place throughout human history, people have been beguiled by outward appearances. Despite how often our wise ones stress that "things aren't always as they seem", the point rarely sinks in under the surface.
Never has this been truer than at present (although this is also ever the case). There is an implicit assumption that if an authority figure says something on television or via Twitter then it can be taken at face value. A subconscious supposition held tacit by the ignorant but articulated by Debord: "What is good appears. What appears is good."
Such willful ignorance of academia, historical causes, science, statistics, etc. are at an all time high because the species is held in thrall by its own fanciful projections. Entire generations have been and continue being born into this mire of deception and delusion.
Few and far between are the earnest seekers who cross-reference and research multiple sources; not merely what they like or wish to hear. Fewer still are those who recognize that our memetic machinery requires nothing short of a thoroughgoing overhaul.
May tomorrow's youth succeed in overthrowing Mammon once and for all!
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