If there is a god maybe his plan is more complex

If there is a god
maybe his plan is more complex
than a human can understand.
Maybe each motion in this long history of people
is the grandest Rube Goldberg ever concocted,
and the end is the ultimate enlightenment…
That someday all the anguish we suffer as a species
will suddenly make sense.
Perhaps it will be a billions plus “Aha!” moment
and we’ll collectively know why children were abused
why conflict ensued, and why lives were ripped apart;
how hope often prevailed and we trudged on in our human race
with a limp, just to reach some elusive epiphonic finish line.

Maybe each topple of an ill-fated domino
is a falling push toward the age of Aquarius
And it is hard to make sense of the pain and suffering
our populous must endure to reach an end that is
beyond our finite comprehension of peace.

But if we could not understand it, why, why would we keep going?

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Liberate me

from cigarettes to seatbelts
from sugar to salvation
from  every vice to vegetables
from vixens to vaccinations
  
from addiction to assurance
from craving to consecration
from fixation to fitness
from the perverse to preservation …
 
Which of these makes you feel more at ease?
And is anything without moderation a good thing at all?
Should anyone be given the right to moderate these things for others?
Would you let your neighbor make that call?
Published in: on May 18, 2009 at 10:35 pm  Comments (2)  
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Somebody fire the hostage negotiator

money whore
We’ve a perverbial gun to our head
and the hostage negotiator shouts,
“If we don’t want to end up dead,
we’ve got to ‘help’ the Economy out.”
  
Stimulate the Economy
scrape up what little cash you’ve got
and do a seductive strip tease
to make it’s wallet hard and hot.
 starbucks-whore 
Stroke Economy’s down low digit
and make it rise from it’s limp state
you must act now, no time to fidget
’tis your dutiful obligation to fellate
  
Bury the reason that guides your hands
and says you don’t need something new
you’ve got to work those glands
’cause Ecomony won’t be satisfied til you’ve been screwed.
 
Breathe hard and deep into Economy’s ear
and speak of all the things you wish you could buy
that’s the arousing words he needs to hear
and he’ll seek out this shady guy
  
“Uncle Sam, he’s a good friend, and will do anything for me
You and the next two generations could be his whore
You can have everything, dear, he’ll loan you limitless money
Because I know you. You always want more.
   
You can pay him back, but give the lent money to me
For the pleasure of pleasing me and my knob
Oh, we can stimulate each other mutually
And have fun making many new ‘jobs’.”
money 
That hostage negotiator’s bad advice
has bound us even tighter
and now we’ve got this greedy vice,
a fruitless, empty exciter.
 
So, whores of the Economy
rest your hopes on mud
or give your pimp autonomy
let it whack it’s own pud.
Published in: on January 24, 2009 at 1:13 pm  Comments (2)  
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