Ignorance is my joy when it is populated
Ignorance is my pride when it’s spread large
Ignorant people miss details
Far too obsessed with their fairytales
Ignorance is bliss, it is my saving grace
Ignorance of others stops one from being humble
Arrogance sprouts, its roots being sturdy
Heads held high, with wicked smiles
The base has erupted, so have the tiles
We look for low and then lower than low
We are afraid of high
What if there is higher than our high
Comfort becomes luxury, because ignorant others are
Our education is higher, so myths start to form
Ignorance of others we hold dear to our heart
Ignorance of others is my happiness, my burden but my best!
Part of being young
Is a belief in the power of hope
Part of growing up
Is the realization that hope
Has nothing to do with actual life.
Like Yoda said, you either do or don’t do
There is no try, as there is no hope.
This is just part of growing up, but
Some of us have been dumbed down
So our growth has been slowed
And so our idealism lasts well into adulthood.
It takes a combination
Of high hope and low IQ
To support communism, you know,
The political and economic philosophy
The depends on other people’s money.
Its supporters are usually divided into two groups;
The poor without much to lose and lots to gain
(Or so they hope)
And the elite who know wealth concentrates at the top
No matter what economic system is followed.
Low IQ is essential,
And sadly also accompanies being poor,
Because the actual result of communism
Is just more poverty and less freedom.
All around the lessons of history are clear
And yet all around its students put on blinders
Hoping, against all odds, with their stunted IQ
That this time they will get it right.
(8/20/26)
Buddhists don’t talk of original sin
The way Christians do,
But they both talk about the same thing;
That in the beginning there was light
And the Word, and the missing of the mark.
For Buddhists this “sin” is basic ignorance,
The ignoring of who and what we are.
For Buddhists experience is divided
Into two basic categories;
Enlightened, or Nirvana, and
Deluded, or Samsara.
Nirvana is peace.
Samsara is suffering.
The experience of each are thus polar opposites,
But the simple original sin,
The fundamental deviance,
Is that Samsara arose from the desire
To improve Nirvana, our original nature.
So Samsara is Nirvana plus desire,
The desire to personalize it,
Put our mark of identity on what was
Already always perfect.
To extend the cross cultural metaphor
You could say we wanted to give it
The mark of the beast.
And that’s how we lost the light.
(8/16/26)
A parallel world
They fear the truth in this place
Ignorance is here
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Have you noticed
How it’s become a thing
To expect others to be as stupid as you
And then when they aren’t
Label them with whatever moniker
Of hatred their unvirtue deserves,
Like “racist”, “fascist”, “whateveraphobe”?
The virtue of fools
Is that whatever they think and say and do
Must be virtuous
Because of course, they are virtuous
Simply by being,
Which is, of course, simply
Why they are fools.
The stupid, like the dead, have two things in common
Neither know they are,
And neither know what they are missing.
What is virtue you say?
Whatever it is that fulfills your purpose
The fulfillment of which
Separates the foolish from the wise.
(6/30/26)
It’s the simplest question with the most complex answer
If I asked I wouldn’t want to know the truth
I wouldn’t even want to know why
I can play this game of ignorance
…Correction…I could live it
I could sit back and push you to the back of my mind
I can manipulate myself into believing that you didn’t mean a thing
I can choose what I want to remember and hide you in the closet
Along with all my deepest fears
But one thing will always haunt me
It’s that fact that I meant nothing
That all my time was invested
Into someone who doesn’t even remember my name
That's Just Propaganda
-For You To Feel More-
Guilty, Because You Know
You Are Guilty, In More And
More Ways, Because You
Know You ARE Guilty,
DEPENDING Upon How
You Look At It... More Ways
To See It, More You Did (Or
Didn't) Say Or Do...
GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY !!!!
It WAS Up To YOU!
***
Bliss Is An Idea To Be Aware Of...
Appreciated, NOT Ignored...
The More You: Don’t Know.
Followed By A Stupid:
Self-Satisfied Sigh.
See?
-Gray Squirrel
06-29-2026
The unread poem
Has no affect, and yet
That has never meant,
That none of it is true.
The abyss lost its shadowed harm,
When I invited it in for tea.
The stars stopped blinking their alarm,
In the darkness den that frightened me.
No maps within the void showed where to go.
No instructions explained my plight.
Light through the cracks began to flow,
When the bliss of ignorance caught alight.
The void asked questions without end.
Its silent answers stripped me to the bone;
Till meaning learned at last how to mend
The things I could not handle alone.
The cosmos gave no grand decree to construe,
No fixed design, no certainty to avoid.
My fear of mystery now gone, I withdrew to
Embrace the void!
The more advanced the tech devices are
The more archaic is the mind we get to use
I didn’t say that, but just read like Belshazzar
The writing on the wall amidst the booze
I don’t quite understand, although it seems
We’re on a threshold of inevitable changes
They’re coming by, like radiant sunbeams
Tore up the clouds that were gathering for ages
Into the shade I dash out of my cell
What now, another fake deliverance?
Or is it truth this time, you didn’t care to tell
But left me kindly in my blessed ignorance.
Writers block
I’m Writing the attributes of my characters for a book
It’s like talking to the therapist
Character one M- authoritative, everybody scared of him. Looks possessed.
Character two S- Queen bee who sat on her seat, only got up to fight,
Stirring her pot her big mouth, seeing things.
Character three K- Fist fighter with a mission.
It’s about a story on how they lived in modern society. All knowledge was there. They just had to look for it. A middle-class family. Just sitting there in the dark, curtains shut. I don’t know how to explain it. Why would anyone back them I don’t know. Maybe I think of a horror story as refence, Amityville back in the eighties, maybe. I think they all possessed. Trying to imagine a conclusion for it, its hard to think.
Now can’t find how to put them in a setting. Any ideas?
unaware I stand,
open and unsuspecting—
expecting nothing.
nothing known, to guard against
loving blissful ignorance
("Crappy Karma Happens Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
It’s easy to take what you’ve been taught,
Take what you’ve learned,
And think because it is yours
It holds the higher ground.
It’s a basic flaw of being human
This closed mindedness,
And it’s called confirmation bias.
We select for what we want
And we like what we receive
Until something or someone
Comes along to shake us up.
These little earthquakes
Are what make Life worth living.
And from the damaged foundation
We build again,
Bigger, better or smaller, smarter
Change is change
And it’s all good, even when it’s not.
Life is humbling like this,
Building and building, but in the end
Leaving us with nothing,
But also in that inevitable humbling,
A little less secure in our ignorance.
Some would call that
The birth of wisdom.
(3/16/26)
Each stranded in the kitchen cove
Gatekeeping my realities
Protecting your sanities
You see the water boil
and overflow
Blind to the faulty coils
deeper below
I’ll “take” my medication
You’ll “fake” your gratification
Both ignoring the broken stove
those who claim to understand
and then turn their back on where they stood
sending auxiliaries under the guise of liberation,
only after supplying the shackles of our own making
they chant of peace-making and lawfulness,
only to drown out the cries of the weary
introducing inconceivable fallacies as gospel into the minds of the masses
wielding ignorance sharpening it until it blooms into hatred
offering remedies to manufactured illnesses,
a corruption to the general mind
a mind that has long since merged into one
we stand in harmony, devoid of unity, tuning into the frequency of their desire
birthing thoughts of incest,
children of big big brother
marching blindly into a battlefield of the deaf
what we ignore may not be what we accept,
but what we condone
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