When you look around at the world
How do you know
If it’s correlation or causation in effect?
You don’t.
The only way to really objectively know
Is to subjectively know
Which means we don’t really know squat
About the larger world outside our bubble.
And this ambiguity
Leaves us open to suggestion and doubt
And manipulation and control
By those with more confidence.
The truth is, no one really knows
The workings of reality,
Whether what we see is correlation or causation,
But that has never stopped reality from working…
(7/21/25)
Across the city the emperor called
For recruits to join the legions
Travel to new and strange lands
And conquer for covetous reasons
As sun beat down they trained their men
To fight for colonisation,
Taking with them skills and knowledge
Introducing urbanisation.
Past mountains, lakes and plains they marched
Battalions stood United
Crossing countries, rivers, sea,
Arriving uninvited.
Invasion, yet they brought with them
Progression, innovation;
Technology since lost in ages dark
Transforming a whole nation.
Roads of stone, heated floors
Domestic sanitation,
Walls dividing tribes and clans
Fuelling aggravation.
Yet Britain’s climate, wet and dour,
It’s warriors and chief,
Sent Rome’s great fighters fleeing home
Struck dumb in disbelief,
That this small nation could be such
A hostile, retched place,
And Rome needed protecting
From the Jutes and Angles race.
So after Constantine’s withdrawal
Britain re-emerged anew,
Rebirthing of a greater nation,
Than the one the romans slew.
Left behind their legacy
Culture, architecture
But no longer an unwitting, oppressed,
Out-posted prefecture.
We should all be thankful as a nation
For the phenomenon called “gravitational causation”
A strange unknown force
Pushing down during intercourse
Causing an increase in the birthrate in some locations
Fiery eyes of crimson tide
as a captain looks upon haunted ships,
what once was, but no more
eyes filled with heavy tears as darkness floods the heart's chambers,
wars raged and lost,
the innocent and brave fought the unseen tales foretold.
Hungry eyes of vultures,
lions and insatiable alike,
pursue pray with eyes watery glaze,
ever so softly, ever so suddenly
a life which is no more,
remains.
Loving eyes of the passionate,
hopeful, full of adoration,
one stare in each other's eyes
a lifetime of promise awaits.
Eyes closed, eternity of solitude,
infinite hours of timeless wonder,
heaven in a soul's reach
a reality that is yet to be explored.
As the masses self-segregate,
methods of control congregate
with notions to deregulate
until their coffers consolidate.
Such manipulations make tougher
our right to build a peaceful buffer
from creeds of greed; lives suffer
as light gets crushed in the snuffer.
The breeze they shall seize
will strike us to our knees
no matter who disagrees
with their squeeze of decrees.
Yet, the tremor of their hand
proves their power isn't grand,
even if they demand command
mighty brands shall drift like sand
as billions of souls awaken
to the will-force they've taken
by arguments mistaken
from pyramids now shaken.