I imagine
A day with plants and no plastics
No oil gas or coal dug up and sprayed from underneath
No trees removed
No bees boxed up
No smoke curled to the blue sky
No animals carved up and slaughtered
We
The Gods of Technology
Living in a universe separate and freed
From the violent capitalist divine of Nature
And from our own wild Darwinian instincts
Driving us like depressed unsatisfied madmen
To consume s**t sleep and reproduce
Consume s**t sleep and reproduce
Consume s**t sleep and reproduce
Consume s**t sleep and reproduce
To wonder from this cycle
What is the meaning?
Climbing a mountain because it is there
Yes
I imagine when each human being
Is but an artist an angel a scientist philosopher
Modern pioneers of less not more
Cuddling to Love that’s real Within.
Escape the shade
Evade the thought police
Slip into the shadows
So cool
Oh so cool
Fenced in, fenced out
Got you trapped in doubt
Don't believe me?
Rip away the veil
See the scale of the whale
When you hear their voice
Know it drips with poison
Got you spinnin' with their last surprise
Honeyed words don't mean a damn thing
Your heart shines brightest
We're victims of the game
Got us convinced we're to blame
So we hide in shame
All so they can afford fame
All the same, all the same
I dropped rhyme like it's hot
I ripped my own verse in two
I married prose and slang
Slinging these poems on street corners
I might be a poeteer
My mind is a prism
Of manic masochism
So perverse my verse is like anachronism
With each line break a schism
For society like Darwinism
And they don't need armies to check us
They got FaceBook and Google to do that
Truth is we're sucked in by social media
Selling our identities for likes
With love from Russia
They'll take until there's nothing left
Only then will everything be right
And there's no opposition to corruption
Prisms and masochism
Sign me up for Gnosticism
Still A Mystery
I have not arrived
No one has returned
Faith and Heaven are choices
More real than abortions
I humbly admit, worm and sinner I am,
My repentance is not once, long ago ...
I have met Him in the Scriptures
And His Spirit of Holiness
That keeps me from Darwinism
Keeps me from Liberalism
Which is mere “feel-goodism”
Like an onion, odorous without core
They say we evolved from apes,
but an ape would never destroy its own environment;
or be unwilling to share ---
having an endless amount of anything,
or have itself as its own worst enemy ---
Is this what they call standing upright?
(Bananas)
***Darwinism and evo!ution could not happen without blood-clotting***
we all believe in realism,
some agree with Darwinism,
have all life forms evolved,
most problems unsolved,
some see life through a prism,
erupting into barbarism,
killing of young and old,
In such ways that leave us cold,
Communism capitalism fascism,
defined ideologies of demonism,
tribal leaders our minds they Mould,
to exaggerate their paper gold,
let's remove the shackles of skepticism,
our outlook must be optimism.
Predation In Woeful Times
By Roy Merritt
Life is getting ghastly now
For few it seems sublime
Everyone engrossed with thoughts
Of predation in woeful times
In times like this trust for neighbors
Is a luxury you can’t define
You can’t depend on anybody
With predation in woeful times
Who knows if some day soon
Some day just down the line
We’re all at each others throats
With predation in woeful times
Will we turn to cannibalism
The ugliest of human crimes
Soon enough enslave each other
With predation in woeful times
Might we lose our beating hearts
Like some wretched thing in slime
Will we turn into grotesque beasts
With predation in woeful times
Will we revert to when this earth
First fostered our tenuous kind
Will we divorce from Darwinism
With predation in woeful times
Will we blow up this planet
Are we thus far inclined
Perhaps we deserve all this
Predation in woeful times
Might it be we deserve all this
Predation in woeful times
*Round One of an anticipated Twelve Round Bout*
With Special Guest Referee: Pyotr Kropotkin
And Everyone's Favorite Ring Girl: Leo Tolstoi
Postproduction by: Herbert Spencer and Rupert Murdoch
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I'm gonna toss you away
To the crocs someday,
- And that's when I'll say:
"Try surviving through this!"
"Without receiving my aid!"
"If you think you're so 'fit' - Why not try to prove it?!"
I'm sure you're gonna say:
"Bu-bu-bu!"
"But wait! "
"I don't even know the difference between
'Darwin's theories on evolution'
and 'Social Darwinism'!"
- To which I'll likely refrain:
"Yeah-yeah-yeah;
That's what they always claim,
When they have one foot stuck in a mouth
And another foot bound for the grave..."
O we are all very well informed
how horrible might been our reality
in the time of transition
from one evil regime to other.
When one day all monsters and predators
from the park of totalitarian communistic Jurassic
suddenly exploded out for absolute freedom
according with Darwinian law of surviving,
when cruelty and greediness
suppressed long time
by cruel regime and power
started make big business and police
and comrades from monopolistic party -
the sable tooth tigers, tycoon and oligarchs -
inspired again as hundred years ago
with primarily criminal and degenerating instincts, pretexts and postulates
under the Marxist’s coverage and context,
launched now the new but the same adventure
leading to great social tragedy inevitable,
where government playing chief role of Ti Rex
instead keeping the harmony and sustainable existence
protecting cheeps, rabbits, turtles and others multiple small creatures
from total extinction,
learn them for art of surviving and flourishing
through social interaction and protection
what would left again as unreachable aim and utopia
for our long suffered nation.
As the night shades start to settle in,
I sit on my porch and watch as the colors gently blend.
And I am taken back to more pleasant times and happier days,
When life seemed to have more meaning with simpler ways.
And as the darkness finally steals the show,
I look to the heavens and there the stars are all aglow.
And as I marvel on the complexity of all I see,
I think to myself, “oh golly gee.”
How in the world can people not see,
That we had to have a creator, someone much greater than you or me.
The wonders of His handy work, I see it everywhere I look,
From snow covered mountains to a clear babbling brook.
Evolutionism to me means you’re on the wrong track,
Darwinism to me is sinister and black.
But what ever you choose to follow, God does not interfere,
Freedom of choice, which ever direction in life is yours alone to steer.
But common sense tells me to follow the narrow and straight,
For wide is the path that leads to destruction and the same will be your fate.
Well as I rise from my chair, I thank the Lord for this night,
The stars a million or more and the moon so amazingly bright.
The Love of Mothers
Nerve slicing mercury inhabiting breast milk, slashing
the suckling babe, the one who will not walk until she is four
and endure unexplainable pain. Gold piles up, red tag special
on weapons (no questions asked), palms greased, bribes split by cronies,
Social Darwinism raising it’s 1880’s head, uranium mined at the
edge of the Grand Canyon, poisons spread across the land,
trading crippled and cut-short human lives for corporate profit.
Praise life but launch unnecessary war with unspecified collateral damage, weeping mothers
looking for parts of children, their suffering rooted
deep, deeper than roses, than war, un assuaged by cross or Messiah.
Red, white and blue lies — masses believe
sleazy misinformation, the elephant still invisible,
earth measured by bottom-line profit.
There is a massive disconnect between what
our government proclaims and does.
To be aware of the gap and see it ignored
erodes sanity. W’s pimpish mind is too narrow
for history. 2001-2008 is in the wastebasket.
He has ill-used his opportunity for greatness
and wasted eight years of our lives.
The funky monkey in golden coat
has risen above diseased scapegoat
able to express in diverse form's
able to understand outside the norm
no longer being led as a carnival jester
no longer wounded with sores that fester
The funky monkey has reached the top rung
bellowing his song to be heard to be sung
reaching down showing other's the way
pathway to love where the light of gold stay's
life imprisoned cage door's being opened
criminal's no more are the heart's of awakened
The funky monkey evolve's to resolve
promise of gift awaiting us all
journey has been long in time and space
putting an end to eternal rat race
no longer an experiment
enjoy life how it is meant
Love is no doubt a message heaven sent.........
.....the mental age...intellectual age......
~~intelligence by design~~
( just a play on Darwinism )