Walter Alter Poet Free verse

God Is Dad

dialog with myself invariably involves others
we are all perceivers nobody escapes
no really and truly trust me on this
no manufacturing of childish evasions
maybe it is best to be born into a family
with family values
ablaze with comfort and sanitation
lost in a forest of memories
amusingly arrayed for shoppers
exactly like the TV version
fortunately I was in touch
with my inner juvenile delinquent
unlettered by any known normalcy
nor crazed by the expectation of gold
or even gold paint from a rattle can
our addiction to pleasure
is no Darwinian accident
we really do learn to act from movies
no really and truly trust me on this
our tune is a complicated little number
in several keys at once
upon your mother's pedestal is one
between cognition and reflex is another
in the keyhole universe
location location location
I may need an axe to free my thoughts
just so I can play dumb
when you know too much
you go for the guts
in a trail blazing effort to avoid 
media suppression by the CIA
Clairvoyant Intelligence Agency
chronically in for interrogation
OK let's play who's more paranoid
if this poem is minus the above line
then it has been tampered with
754 million hand sewn Humpty Dumpty
nerve connections later
sutured like Frankenstein's test dummy
a bungee cord full of existential tension
I seem to be strapped to a microscope
plunging to new vistas and panoramas
recoil in horror from what you were
behavior can also be modified
by better info if you let it
how's that for mind warfare
pretty propaganda pretty pretty
for the young and the innocent
left screaming in a gas station toilet
wrapped in today's newspaper
comics section puzzle page
how long can the charade continue
when autonomous is still an illegal word
this is an audience participation piece
from the Federal Pencil Council
and for the terminally nostalgic
the night arched quietly above


From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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Richard Lamoureux December 21, 2017 at 9:32 AM My purpose in dropping by was to wish you a Merry Christmas. This piece grabbed me. I would repost it, it’s a shame more people have not read it. Walter Alter June 4, 2018 at 9:27 PM My stuff grabs me too, LOL!

Richard Lamoureux December 21, 2017 at 9:30 AM This was quite enjoyable to read and quite disturbing at the same time. The proliferation of smart tech has gradually turned our autonomy into an illusion. As poets we use the same tech to reach out to an audience of chained thinkers. Walter Alter June 4, 2018 at 9:27 PM Try to think in potentials. Yes, things look bleak, but our brains are designed to suss the future and that means perception of what is possible now. Now. Now is different from before. Now is pregnant with expectation. Technology provides the human potential movement with its potential. Nothing else does this with a reality that transcends hope into certainty.

Cheryl Hoffman December 11, 2016 at 8:14 PM Hmmm, my take is that were all pretty much manchurian candidate sheeple; hypnotized by what we see on the tube…I know a lot of the media is controlled by the elite... Walter Alter December 12, 2016 at 9:04 AM Want to know more about the "elite", watch this video. It's old and long but spells out the names and describes the actual game board, not the imaginary, media one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4wU9ZnAKAw