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What if
Matter whether or not
You think you choose to digest the
Red Pill
Or
Blue Pill
1 and only 1
Constant common thread
remains in tact
Somewhere hidden flowing
deep inside the main frame
An encrypted Code does exist
Beyond the many Firewalls
protecting it
Supplementing the Matrix
That could bring it to it's knee's
And so expose the endless litany
of lie's used to subjugate the masses
into willing servitude
And we're to awaken enlightened
to so much fresh new information
racing through your brain
You we're barely able to recollect
something as trivial as the simple
necessity of how important it is
to breathe
And that all this information your
brain is now trying to process
May possibly even kill you or turn
your brain to mush
And leave you in a vegetative
incapacitated state
Like you we're initially before
Only difference is that this may
be a far bitter pill to swallow
Being it's a toxic deadly mix of
1 part Red and other half Blue
And the side effects leave you in
a permanent comatose state
of mind
To suffer the consequences of
whilst in purgatory
Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot
For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily
My brain used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom
Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars
Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”
© Jack Ellison 2015<>
Unconscious bias, an interesting subject indeed.
While I would never be biased, allow me to proceed.
Bias is experienced by dummies, crazies, and kooks.
Not something that would apply to someone with my good looks.
When you give me new information, I just throw it out.
I know what I need to know. The rest I can do without.
But I'm open-minded, to your idea I'll attach
merit, if, to what I already believe, it's a match.
I do not like to bother myself with data and stuff.
I already know most everything. Isn't that enough?
Did I hear someone rudely interrupting? Was that you?
I'll kindly ignore it and continue to tell you what's true.
It's so wonderful that all of us in this great nation,
like me, have achieved such enlightened civilization.
No sir, not one of us suffers from delusions.
Unconscious bias never results in illusions.
Yet, why is it that I reach the dreadful conclusions
that political debates will lead to contusions,
and there will be a rise in demand for transfusions?
No wonder I live in seclusion.
It’s time to put forth some new information
to shatter the myth of small primate intimidation
I’m done scurrying from one alley to another
just to scrounge some rancid cheese for my brothers
So, from now on it’s full bore galore
Me and my friends are hittin’ up every dairy store
I distract ‘em in front with my Mighty Mouse routine
While my comrades sneak out the back with limburger unseen
And next month, we invade Madison Cheese Garden
(I’ll be the one with a butcher knife and hard-hat-on)
How little we know
How much we believe
truth ever changing in our mind
as new information arrives...and yet
minds can turn away from truths
emotion's hands are easy to follow
and sow doubt to cloud truths
we cling to our comfortable worlds of human folly
not understanding reality is always changing
life is always growing older
death is inevitable and brains are used more often to destroy
then create and build a flourishing environment
where does it leave us as we pass through life
oblivious to most things in creation
knowing only struggles in our own worldview
forgetting...we are only here once
as we waste precious time arguing over trivial matters
clinging on to strings wrapped around us
by our own small groups finding comfort from fear
in an unknown universe that gives life and takes life
without concern
where belief is more important than knowledge
easier to develop stories of eternal life
surrounded by winged creatures
than to stare into an abyss of reality
10/19/18
contest Brainstorm
I wonder if the best way to describe us humans (yes, every other definition you can now expunge) is to simply say, for the record, every human is a sponge.
It makes perfect sense when you think about it…if you take the time to graph the composition of a human…water makes up over half.
Just look at how we learn…how we absorb new information into our brains…absorbed until each time we need it…we squeeze it out again.
Our souls absorb each days experiences…all our successes…all our scars…and each day what has been absorbed…changes who we are.
Yes, what is absorbed by our souls is what makes us who we are…and by our brains is what makes us smart…but, I believe, the ultimate proof that we are sponges can be found without our hearts.
It is through our hearts we absorb another person’s happiness and joy…where we absorb their sadness and their fears…and when we’re overflowing with either one…it is our heart that squeezes out our tears.
From the time when we are a little…a little girl…or little boy…it is through a hug we absorb directly…another person’s joy.
And I imagine there is no one who hasn’t felt…in their heart and soul and brain…when another person’s hug…has absorbed some of their pain.
So here’s to all the human sponges out there…
as we travel together on this orb….
may we never lose our softness
and our ability to absorb.
Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot
For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily
My brain's used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom
Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars
Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”
Plunged onto this planet
Seemingly from outer space
Your list of desires will be long
Your list of needs will be short
Boil it down to the basics
We all need to be seen and heard
In order to be who we are meant to be
Not the version someone else wants us to be
Allow yourself to tune into your soul
Knowing who you are puts puzzle pieces into place
Then you can decide on your own essential building blocks
Some ideas for how to cobble together the mosaic of your life:
Never stop learning
Question your assumptions
Continually be curious
Be willing to change your mind with new information
Admit when you are wrong
Be kind to yourself and others
Listen more than you talk, you can learn something from every person you meet
This in not an exhaustive list
I'm still learning on the fly
The journey never ends
Know that life doesn’t need to be solved
It evolves and will be messy along the way
Even with the setbacks just keep pushing forward
You are making progress despite the detours
Sometimes the detours derail you into your destiny
Get out of your own way
Follow the signs of life
Don’t push back
Once you lean into life things change
Let the universe take over and steer
Enjoy the ride
Twee is new to our school, unhappy with her mother for moving her.
She is in first grade; it is the middle of January.
Her teacher stated how angry she is.
I picked her up for a talk.
She saw my sand and asked if she could play.
While she created sand creatures, she told me about her life.
I teased her a bit, and she had a sweet smile.
Twee told me that she has a new hover board.
She got it for Christmas – a rainbow monster hover board.
I asked her how high it went off the ground.
She said it did not leave the ground; this was new information.
She told me that Slenderman used to scare her.
He lived in her closet.
He did not come to the new house.
Twee informed me that she can speak bird.
She made bird noises.
I told her that I speak dog. I barked.
She shook her head “no”.
Then she told me “I make U-tube videos”.
I asked, “For your grandma?”
She said “No, for everybody.”
I asked her how she did it and she took me through it step by step.
If she is a typical seven-year-old, we are really getting high tech now!
There’s a thing called Corona that’s going around,
and the yakety-yak of it’s bringing folks down,
for it’s not like some circus that’s coming to town!
If you turn on your telly, you’ll probably hear
lots of news shows predicting this virus is near,
and the airports stand empty from everyone’s fear.
Just a week ago one of my friends only paid
twenty dollars for a standard flight that he made.
I say THAT’S taking lemons to make lemonade!
I'd say hop on a plane for perhaps a low fee;
now however, that's nixed by new rules that I see.
Just take walks with your dog or stay in for your safety
Perhaps you'll go out. Put a mask on your face!
and a handiwipe's great so that you can erase
pesky germs that are lurking in every space.
While your neighbors are running like crazy to buy
extra paper for wiping their precious behinds,
go to Amazon. There a bidet you can find!
Everything is now closed. If it's not far away,
pay a visit to Mom (if allowed). and l say
try to think of your lockdown as some fun "stay-cay!"
Whatever you do, please stop buying Purell.
Leave that stuff for the folks who are truly unwell,
and please leave on the shelves toilet paper for sale!
Yes, a person could die, but folks die from the flu!
Just eat healthy, be cautious; that’s all you can do.
It is not the Black Plague that is coming for you!
Odds of dying from it - I believe - aren't THAT bad.
Many many events are now cancelled; it’s sad.
But have faith it will pass, like the Saggy Pants fad!
March 13, 2020
For Nina Parmenter's A Rattling Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Re-entering contest because in light of new information I have learned since writing this poem, I felt the need to make major changes to some of my lines.