I was Thinking, or Not

The New World Order Bard’s Knowledge (Part 1) I have investigated many interesting sites, and scanned their documents on the new world order. Unfortunately they miss some of the finer points of this whole scheme. For one thing there is not just one faction vying for the resources of this planet, but instead several. Also they do not look back far enough to investigate that which may have come before their particular investigation of the timeline. Third they are not looking at the basis of human nature, survival. These and other factors indicate that the battle for the New World Order is not as simple or nearly as complex as they would have anyone believe. There is not a single simple solution, but a very integrated one. I have spoken of this before, and have also spoke of the New World Order, as it could be, as that there once was a united community that existed in pre-modern times, and that these people were not nearly as unsophisticated as they have been made out to be. T...

Brands of Illusion I am a house, burnt to the ground, driven into the sultry earth by the torches of the convictions I keep. Try them on for size; these shoes have traveled through years of experience, only to be worn to the souls by ignorance that remains. Meet me soon, by the stream, and feel the waters power, to cleanse, to drive you under ground, to lie here with nothing left to say, hum the tune into eternity. Yes and I have now justified my existence by accepting yours, letting you into this reality only to be told that it does not matter what you say. Lines that have formed on the walls, and into the depths of the underground halls that hide the silence and the screams. Present yourselves into the light, that brings with it it’s own brand of illusion.

My Own De-Vices Taking out the garbage, removing a splinter. This is what I am referring to, or should it be deferring to. Something like that anyway. It is all about trimming away the unacceptable portions and hoping that what remains is still considered usable. Hoping with something as remote as fearless hope that what remains is recognizable. That when you have cut away the infectious parts, the remaining parts will suffice to carry the weight that must carry on to perform this same ritual over and over again. All you have left is what is socially acceptable, but you have to ask yourself is it personally livable. When you finally have conformed to the current trend in what is norm, is there anything left that was once what you were. Sometimes you must break it down to fix it properly. A concept I am certain is completely askew to the common belief. Don’t fix what is not broken, the old timers say. Broken is a matter of perspective is what I say. More often than not,...

Frivolous Means I've spent a commentary wondering, a lot of time wandering, to nearly no avail. I've lived too many lifetimes in a lifetime, exceeding my share of lifestyle on frivolous material gains. To have nothing that represents anything at all important and still I know I have expended all my credits at once, on some animated video machine. The loves lost, the dreams gained, which are not exclusively my own, poured out onto pages now gone the route of all good pages, burned in the ether winds. A tiny place, this escape, that provides me with the comfort I could no longer hold onto myself. This pleasant dream, that ends with a blood-curdling scream, from some other world. Black smith’s hands, and woman’s feet, held deep within some distant forgotten memory, all of these I’ve been, and forgotten what they meant to me then. I’ve traveled far away from me now, just the scattering of the memories that used to mean something for someone. I look to the silence betwe...

Interior of ONE Dressed for the dance, and ready to fight, they slip in and out of the shadows coming from places we cannot find even in the light of this new dawn. We are powerless to see their mystical existence, they have learned over the millennium to hide in the plainest of views. Ah but I remember them from so long ago, their smell makes me gag still. Have you any insurance, are you worth anything at all. If not, you will need not to worry your pretty little head about a thing; they dispatch their waste with supreme efficiency. And if you’re a pretty little girl you just might satisfy their hunger someday. Come one come all, let us all follow the leaders into the valley of ignorance. Asleep are we that spin and circle in this conformity. Drinking our special liquid we call water. Zipping from issue to issue, not even sure what they mean, what it all comes to, before the next distraction comes along. Are you in for the ride, are you in, are you? A door into ano...

Just a few more things that are bothering me I visited the Tom’s of Maine web store and it had all these wonderful products on it that were made from natural sources. Petroleum is a natural source, it is a perception thing. So we call those products that have an organic basis natural.  Those that are handled in such a way as to elevate them to the “Organic” level means they have been grown in such a way as to not have pesticides or herbicides induced into their ecosystem.  There is already so much of the toxic chemicals in the soil and the air, that the term “Organic” really means that it contains only so many parts per million of certain toxic chemicals. Natural products are those that are generally believed to be from organic sources. These labels are tossed around and reinterpreted to fit whatever the marketing firms believe will sell on the mass market. Colgate® now has a beaver selling “natural” toothpaste on TV, while Tom’s of Maine has been selling natural to...

Just some things that were bothering me It just seems to me that there is an awful lot of crap going on, and no one seems to be paying any attention to what is going down. There is all this idea of what is natural, and what is good for you, and no one seems to be able to make the distinction. Now here I sit trying to get something done, and I am faced with this constant nag about why it is so difficult to see, that which is as plain as the facts that we breathe air. Not that natural is a difficult concept to understand, it is that natural can be applied to many things that are not precisely good for you. That is the basic problem, what is good for you. This should not be a difficult thing to figure out, really. We are a biological organism, and therefore if we continue to utilize non organic materials in and on our organism, we will either cease to be an organic organism, or we will cease. We wear polyester clothes, cook on Teflon®, eat food made with poly-plastics, and cle...

I stepped of the train at a quarter to nine; it was raining, not surprising. Why the hell do they have that small space between the train and where the canopy comes out from the station. Is there some sort of message there? We don’t want you to forget what the rain running down the collar of your coat feels like. So we leave a three foot span of the platform uncovered so you will remember the feeling of cold rain drops running down the back of your neck. Where was I, oh yea, stepping off the train.  Right I had traveled from Oswego to Albany on business. I didn’t take to the air much any more, too much could happen too fast. Besides you can’t think on a plane, they are too hurried, too busy. My friends say trains are slow and old. Besides they say isn’t that your competition. No, trains are not my competition, they are the logical regression, just as high-speed monorail is the logical progression from them. With the completion of the Oneida connection, we will have...

I definitely haven't been thinking clearly anyway for the past three months. Too much time will have that effect on you sometimes. Downtime has that kind of effect on the memory.

The next installment is currently in transit. There can only be two states of being, breathing and not breathing. Have you ever wondered, where have all the flowers gone. She dances on fire, she looks like a diamond, she knows not the damage she had done. You can't have it all, only what you really need is what you will seek. The difference is not the same as the perception of what the difference is. What other obvious observations can one make in the space of ten seconds. Things are not going my way, can I go your way?

A Prattle Brain Mystery “The matron of the arts is here to see you sir,” the girl said. “Well then, send her in, send her in” the man said. “To what do I owe this honor?” asked the man? “We are very interested in your recent acquisitions,” the matron said. “We were curious if you were interested in allowing the Guild to present them in a private show.” “Ah, I see, for the benefit of the Guild perhaps” asked the man? “Yes, well yes, for the Guild, but also for the House as well, of course” said the matron. “Only in a private show then, not a public show,” the man said. “The content is such that we do not feel that it would benefit the commoner in that manor, however it could be if you so desired, as the House may wish it,” said the matron. “Yes as the House may wish it, that is perhaps the most precise manor in which you could present it,” said the man. “Can we count on your participation?” The matron asked. “Perhaps, I should want to think of the subject yet.” ...

Never Worried Too Much About The Spelling I have never had a first place ribbon for anything. I have never won a competition nor achieved any stature for much of anything. I can not think of anything that would really distinguish myself from the crowd. Yet here I sit, and I know that if I were in a crowd that I would be known, at least by someone. I have accomplished nothing, I have rose to no occassions, I have lived an uneventful life, where does this recognition come from? A long time ago in a place I barely remember, there was something for me to hold on to. Now all that is gone, I am an ordinary man in an ordinary world, wondering how could it all have slipped away. There just out of sight in the, I have no idea where this was headed. Goodbye my friends, I love you all. Jibberish, babbling blind man. From where do you hail? To where do you wander? How does it feel? It’s been such a long, long time In the mist of Avalon, There is a girl I once knew...