saturday's lament (intro)

wheels turning and cogs grinding these grains of corn - modified and chemically accentuated to a tasteless but star quality money-making product, and if it exceeds the quota just dump it in the ocean so the little fishies can grow fat and swell and burst thru greed in their little survival of the fittest game. if it never stopped cos that soya waste oil wouldnt stop belching from the fountain of youth to keep barbarosa's eyes from drowning the world - a prison broken from the chain-gang's tribal markings and bald hispanics, but there's no low-riders here - thats cos tito didnt grease his hydrolics (cos he had no soy-beans) and his illegitimate daughter fell under the wheels of a schoolbus driveby. yellow death bought by a top-hatted east india company revived, but now it's focus is it's big brother over the sea to the west, however tired it may be getting of scratching his back, and now they've sneakily come back round to a kind of polite shadow-play empire they learnt from the japanese after the double-flash of enola's holier-than-thou cargo. something big 50 can try to hide and pretend never happened, but its one of those 'out damned spots' that it'll never be rid of.. even now polite niceties dont hide formulaic mistrust, and the protagonists all hold what they have behind their backs and say they have none - will you give me some? ..in playground party tricks the bully is always beaten at home - a dark shadow in the closet only coming out at night, and this vampirism is contagious, and extends cos no-one's stopped the chain-reaction that bleeds the earth. however, no-one much is banking on gaia's re-equilibrium and karma's vengeful reciprocity so what? we wait and kill and hope our time never comes cos the re-payment's gonna be incomparable. here, take the world, and another, and the sun, and the moon to buy my sanctity. but it'll never do...

Closer

Eye, hot; dropped tear
Lip quivers and jaw tight
Tear, drop; round and clear
Heart shivers and blurred sight.

Draw near; love's embrace
Existence reassured
Eye's yearn; heart's race
Loneliness is cured.

Eye's tear; inner fear
Through matter spirit soars
Fear, Loved; warm and dear
What you've always waited for.

Cry, real; clear and true
Heart opened to pure love
True, feel; me and You
Im low and You're above.

Life, lived; fear and hope
Death is everlasting youth
Hope, freed; hold the rope
Submit your essence to the Truth.

Today's World in a few paragraphs

Well, philosophy aside, since some of us have difficulty grasping plain sentences in that particular realm, what else is going on? Well, current world events; re: Iraq, and Georgy's wish to increase troops, as the violence spins on into unprecendented levels, also see Palestine for a version of insanity that probably has some reason behind it, but everyone is letting themselves get lost in the turmoil, then weather patterns changing, and world heating up, and European car-exhaust-emmission rules changing, and Turkish Armenians being murdered or exucuted for 'anti-Turkishisms', and 14 year olds being raped by US soldiers, and Chinese (and Indian) economy booms, in these times of a British police-state (but only for it's Muslim residents), and Blair's stepping-down to be replaced by Brown. Deep breath... We also have natural disasters piling up and since no-one believes in God anymore, they're all looking for someone to blame, while they fight over who can control space in their ever-more ridiculus panics about 'defence' (which I suspect comes from a sub-conscious fear of God which they cant admit, so blame on others, but their 'douublethink' has become so embroiled that none can tell where it began so everyone believes the pastic magic spell they've woven around themselves, and the world leaders get to have the final say that the masses can only nod in doziness). And the big nuclear soap-opera, maybe they wish to make a reversed 'big bang', and then start again?Another chance.

Well, thats a little summary of the world in media as one person can percieve it. There's much more of course; Nigerian oil-soaked poverty and black-gold kidnappings, Brazilian forest clippings, mangrove uprootings and a perhaps justified call to the Powers - 'how dare you tell us to stop doing what you have already done?' Then we can always respond, 'Why dont we learn from past mistakes?'

What do we want? Cleaner air, evenly spread wealth, and sexual equality (look to Wal-Mart's sex discrimination allegations, and Israel's presidential rape charges to see how that dream pans out), we want sugar that isnt doused in blood, and coffee that keeps our consciences clean, and a multi-national global village where all the neighbours live in ultimate happiness and a utopian utilitarian idealised perfection.

Can we get that? Well it doesnt look so good so far. When they tell us its getting better, all we see is that it gets worse. In creeping negativity, it's almost totally covered all glint of what anyone could say was good.

And here we are. What is good is frowned upon as bad, and although it isnt yet blamed for all the problems (as everyone's caught in the same self-constructed web of niceties in describing abject horror - although look to France for a wish to topple English's status as the 'lingua-franca' (sic) of our times), it has become the face of the enemy to all. (Although what 'goodness' we are supposed to be against completely escapes me!)

Oh well, its not as if all this wasnt forseen...

Its better to be informed rather than rely on hindsight, cos sometimes thats just too late.