Benjamin Bartley Poet Spoken Word

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DJ Multi-Di-Minstrel Messenger's Rave

Salutations 

Are we all still evolving toward some natural acclimation, 
Or are we just artificially created by some God’s proclamation? 
Perhaps, we’re all genetically predisposed by some alien manipulation, 
Looking out our eyes with wonder and uncanny speculation. 
Or maybe we’re just under some ungodly spell, a mass hypnotic hell, 
Subjects to the demons of our own superstitions? 
Or are we still under some sinful spell with an absent Savior, 
Everyone awaiting saving for our own bad behavior? 
Or are we always on a stage of mortal intervention? 
We are just too smart for our own monkey pants, 
Creating Smart Phones to remember all my rants. 
Are we the prime, primate? Chosen to be bad but chosen none-the-less
Chosen to get off this planet and colonize the rest 
Monkeys with a mind, gone mad, what could go wrong? Is this a test?
Long haired apes with very long beards likes to wear clothes that seem so weird
With long tales like poetry of monsters, gods, and prayers 
Artistic orangutans that swing without fear 
Who constantly calculate the meaning of the Universe 
Create Quantum Fields, AI, Nuclear Bombs and artificial eyes 
There’s only one of you, one amongst millions and millions of billions 
You are just like me but not like me ... shall we be friends! Or are you foe? 
Someone who doesn’t know.  Who has had the light snuffed from your glow. 
Survival has no silver spoons.  Best to jest howl at the Moon. 
Countdown to 10, don’t hold your breath too loooong. 
The only person you can really change or count on 
Is You. Me too.  The transformation into enlightenment 
Begins with all of us this way. 
Life is full of choices even when all choices seem so far away... 
It starts today with me ... I choose to let my love  
That’s inside of me... I choose to set it free 
My heartbeat bleeds and flows to all of you 
Who live below in poverty along with all my enemies 
It’s time to open up our eyes and see the damage that we’ve done. 
See the lies.  Realize. Take some of the blame for what's been done under the Sun. 

Are we all just doomed like our predecessors fossilized from mass extinction? 
Not in my lifetime but in some fatalistic futuristic diabolical distinction. 
With genocide a gambler’s bluff, playing War like its kid stuff, 
We must, we must, must we? 
We must!  Live by the Golden Rule.  Snuff out the fool. 
Use our tools to better this place 
For our children's children sake! 

Oh my, time flies... the Dreamer never dies!

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Benjamin Bartley March 1, 2026 at 9:11 AM Hi Tom, Congratulations on your POTW! This poem is # 5 or 6, I'm not sure, of a series of poems written in DJ's style. "DJ Multi-Di-Minstrel Messenger's Reprisal" was published in the most recent PoetrySoup anthology. By the way, I love your "Song of the Poet" that was published too. Benjamin Bartley March 1, 2026 at 10:10 AM I keep finding all kinds of errors in this poem. Always feel free to correct any suspicious wording or grammatical errors. Sometimes, I do it on purpose but usually on accident.