Chaos

Grandeur illusions create fear,

Creating chaos to combat chaos,

Empowerment through victimization,

Our weapon is guilt,

Killing what we love,

Resulting in self-defeat.

 

 

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Are Your Dogs on a Leash?

 

Many years ago, I had two dogs. While standing outside my own home with the dogs on a leash, I had this conversation with a lady and her husband who were approaching with their own dog on a leash.

Lady: (Coming around the corner about 50 feet away) Are your dogs on a leash?
Me: Of course, it’s the law.
Lady: Oh, well I didn’t know, I couldn’t see.
Me: (no reaction – just look at lady)
Lady: Well you don’t have to be smart about it!
Me: (confused look at lady)

Images from the public domain

 

Overpowered

Louise “Wish” Foley in Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Don’t Come Around Here No More” video

I’m overpowered by all that I see

Overpowered by the scent of this tea

Time – so very little time

Hands on the clock ever turning

Hookah ever burning

Playing cards to the left

Playing cards to the right

With a cheshire cat like smile

The Queen of Hearts will see that

Heads are gonna roll tonight.


If you haven’t seen this video for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Don’t Come Around Here No More” song, you should check it out. It is super trippy and creative.  Check out this very informational blog post on the video. It has some cool insight and information.

I Hear Black

Too much is never enough
Always wanting more
Who is wrong?
When everyone thinks they’re right
Let’s all pray to God
See who He answers first
Blinded by lies
Calls of
”Freedom”
“Allah”
“Decency”

Tsk, tsk
What one feels in their heart
Determines what is right
So many lines drawn
Each side willing to die
Freedom of religion
No freedom of mine

Beauty
In the mind’s eye
Life through our own prism
Tells us we are right
Guides by voices
Somewhere in the night

Ah, but I have spent a lifetime
Others not willing to listen to my song
Laugh in contempt
Tell me reasons I am wrong
For me, an island
Left alone to play

Pickup your gun
Bring your God
Bring your bomb
Meet me at the finish line
You’ll see what you have done

Dance my children
Go to play
I hear black
Satan will say
Choose who is right
None of it matters anymore
Breath your last breath
I’ve opened Hell’s Door
For here all of you will stay
In flames, you will perish tonight.

Painting by Hugh Syme