What if the World is Flat – Flags and Fags and Pants that Sag

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What if the World is flat after all

What would that mean

Would it alter my steps

Would it change the axis around which I spin

They say it is a spinning sphere

Hung like a blue marble in black space

But They say lots of things and it changes like the wind blowing this way and that

They used to say it was flat

Pluto used to be a planet too

Then it was not, now who knows

Can someone remind me if eggs are still bad for you

Is it Global Warming or Global Cooling or just Change now

It is hard to keep up between seasons of American Idol and Netflix marathons

It is hard work whoring myself for the next newest shiny thing They say I must have to be complete

I need to turn on the programming written for my particular demographic to get my bearings

Let’s see . . . what trifle shall I mediate on today

Whose direction will fill my thoughts and be parroted with borrowed words

Am I against Christians or Gay people, Black or White Devils or the manipulated Mexicans brought in to fill a growing gap

Do I care more about puppies than baby parts

Will I kill you over an idea that you are an idea, a label not a soul

Existential unnamed rage projected onto the stereotypes injected into my mind

Or will today be a time to remember that I forgot to feel terrorized

By the ones They have created, pissed on and off, and financed

Cause if I am angry about flags and fags or pants that sag I won’t consider

It will never enter my mind that perhaps I am asleep dreaming I am awake in this hall of mirrors

A prison of half-truth and misdirection, held captive by the cage created in my mind

Fighting for the crumbs from Master’s table that I have built and even now sustain

Righteous anger aimed amiss is an impotent thing and is no threat to Them

It only tightens the noose and the more I struggle the less I can breathe

That is why it was said to turn the other cheek.  It dissipates Their power

They feed off the struggle of the pawns and the knights, the bishops and the royal court who think they are players

But no, they are being played, both king and pawn.

The game is played above their heads with pillars and ladders to heaven

Whether one travels a space at a time or the length of the board it is still on the square, boundaries defined by the Makers of the game

Rules and moves defined, determined by demographic, groups magically manipulated by the illusion of averages and statistics

Groups cannot think, only individual souls might consider that there may be better questions that would reveal the real play

A soul might pause and wonder why is it that they ask Them for permission to marry in the first place or why it is we seek a right that we already posses

A soul may ask how it is that we have surrendered our authority to smiling sorcerers and devils that claim to own this world and us through Divine Right

Birthright traded for a bowl of beans, distraction of their fertility rituals, and conjured safety

For They promise security and solutions from threats and problems They created

They break my legs and I gratefully accept the crutches They provide from my labor

And I will continue to eat the poisoned food and water They make available then come flaccid and fat and weak, hat in hand begging my Masters for Healthcare

I will not give a moment’s thought to Their mass genocide, drug trade, trafficking in children for sex, starvation of tens of thousands because it is convenient, expedient for Them

No, but I will fight for my right to remain a slave to the business of the MON EYE god they serve, stay discontent in my little cube as they offer me up as a sacrifice to the Lord of the Rings

It is all business, nothing personal, I am a number, a member of a group and have grown accustomed to my bondage

My chains may be of iron or gold yet chains they remain

And I will be on guard to protect my status

It is what I have traded for my empty, grasping, and envious soul

I have become my own prison guard policing myself and others ever watchful for the code words that signal a breach in the walls of my demographic

Cracker, Nigger, Faggot, they change through the years and the current context of culture

They are a function not a person, but if I am a statistic what do I know of spells and incantations spoken over me from my birth

Flags and Fags and pants that Sag are the current code words which illicit the predictable preprogrammed patterned response

I will watch as they change business models based on trends and temperament of the slaves

Socialism, Capitalism, Fascism, Communism, are all isms and ocracys and any will serve them at need

It is all the same game to them and they need good ignorant slaves whatever They call them or the system dejure

Even if one wants to be a “good” Master, they still want to be Master

But, what if the world is flat after all

What would that mean

Would it alter my steps

I think not.  They come one yard at the time either way

I encounter one soul at the time too.  I have never met an average or a median or mean

Men and women and boys and girls given rights by their Creator

Given seeds and water and earth and resources for life in love and grace, not walking death and slavery

Real change happens in the heart and the mind as we awaken and shake off the webs they weave

They can only do what we allow, it is all a head game played by our leave

No is the most powerful word

There is no need to fight anything but the fear and the addiction to what does not satisfy anyway

 

P.S. It is interesting that the UN uses a Flat Earth map.  What’s up with that?

P.S.S.  They said it was flat, then a ball, but now use a flat map, I wonder what people will do when They tell them that the Aliens are here to save us and it is important to submit to trans-human implants?

P.S.S.S.  It all sounds crazy when it is first said.  It always has because it’s different.  It sounded crazy when they told you not to shit your pants anymore too.  Your world was shaken but you learned to handle your shit differently.

P.S.S.S.S.  The funny and sad part is that some folks will take more issue with the map and alien stuff than the slavery they are living.

P.S.S.S.S.S.  Just remember that if there is fear and a promise of safety They generated the fear and built the pens for everybody to run into.  That is the real game.

P.S.S.S.S.S.S.  Perfect love casts out fear – Love, Your Creator

🙂 Be Groovy!

72 thoughts on “What if the World is Flat – Flags and Fags and Pants that Sag”

  3. I could see you with feet up on the desk smoking a cigar, slowly stirring whiskey straight up…. 🙂
    I think its the Southern sultry voice, or maybe because I kept thinking of Walt Whitman and Mark Twain for some reason

    only the ones who have no Faith in anything will be offended…
    I enjoyed this open window of fresh air very much, Thank you for sharing your thoughts….
    Take Care…You Matter…

    maryrose

  4. very groovy. Nice writing, a little deep, must reread it again but I do know that no one can make me feel or think what I do not chose to, what I do not believe, I don’t play their games, I won’t. I am not a sheep, but do feel sorry for all those who are. And I love excessive verbosity!! 🙂 Michelle.

    • 🙂 I think it was cultural commentary as much as anything. I was not thinking of individuals but group think I guess and trying to describe how it seems to work to some degree. Perhaps what I was describing was my own process of waking up over the years more than anything else and what i see going on. I am glad every time you stop by. Thank you.

  6. Um…I don’t get it!
    Are you saying that Pluto is flat, or that Crackers need to tan?
    And why are there no cartoons in this post?

  8. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature

    Wow wow wow!! What an AMAZING poem!!! Loved hearing it, too. I can’t always get audio or video where I live. Weak internet, but I got to hear this and was glued to every word. Fantastic! So true and so genuine. Thank you.
    Mary

  10. It’s a thought provoker, mind stoker, left out not a thing, in true colors it will ring, the telling of slavery,
    by the puppeteer of depravity. I heard nary a word that was rougher than the stinking breath of the puffer…
    It deserves so much applause, like the freedom fighter with a cause.

    Twas groovy, man. And we love ya for who you are.

  11. What? Are you saying the world’s no longer flat? You got me in such a panic that I couldn’t focus on your poem. Maybe you should have dealt that shocker a bit more gently.
    Seriously though, I’m impressed with your focus. You don’t leave anything out, do you? I like being me, but I’m beginning to wish I had your mind.
    This is a big, wonderful poem, and a powerful way of spreading the word.
    It reminds me once again that those in power are the very people who shouldn’t be, because they’re generally there for the wrong reasons.
    I don’t suppose you’d consider changing the world by becoming the President of the US of A?

  13. I agree with Buckminister Fuller. You don’t change the system by resisting the system, you change the system by creating a new system that renders the old system obsolete. We have the power and ability to create a new system that is fair, just, equitable and sustainable and works for everyone – we can create our own system and just walk away from theirs – walk away from their war machine, their corporate agriculture, their divisive thinking – us against them… we can do that. Or not. Can we?

    • I think it is possible if enough people awaken to the game. If by resisting you mean fighting the system I agree. Fighting and violence just feeds it. Ultimately any corporate mass system depends on voluntary participation even if it is through lies or fear or the adiction to free stuff. I think some rough times are ahead and at least part of what I need to do is say what I see. Even if it is limited to my perspective

  16. Wow!!. Your poem is powerful. You told the absolute truth. Remain strong in the Lord, and keep telling everyone what they need to hear, and to Whom they should listen.

  17. It’s even better than what you did earlier. P.S.S.S.S. The funny and sad part is that some folks will take more issue with the map and alien stuff than the slavery they are living. It’s all right there summed up in a nice, neat package. If people don’t get it, it’s because they don’t have ears to hear and eyes to see. The language — if anyone is offended by it then they’ve never stood in a line in a store anywhere and listened to how people talk.ESPECIALLY young people. Young people who need to be made to see NOW so that there’s still a chance this country will wake up, this world will wake up.

    P.S.S.S.S.S.S. Perfect love casts out fear – Love, Your Creator Perfect ending. And your audio was amazing. <3

      • AND, your really DID do it without coming across angry. That was an amazing reading of the poem. Is this one you’re going to use with the guys? Perhaps you need to write a group of political commentaries like this. I kept wondering what a student in a high school class would think if they read this in school. THAT would be so interesting.

  19. Phew… What a read… I hope no one takes offense to the strong language but try and understand the message in the piece. Once again phew… Be Groovy … “Perfect love cast out fear” 🙂

      • Very true Plato… I could feel the tension in this piece from start to finish. I could tell it was weighing on your heart. All I could think was phew, phew, I know you must feel a sense of relief after writing this… Sometimes we want to speak our truth but feel limited or not sure how others might take it. So we remain quiet and keep our truth stifled. and suffocate ourself. I often wonder about freedom and how free we truly are? When we can’t even speak our truth. We don’t want to offend others but certain things need to be said…As long as it is done in good spirit. I know this comes from a good place. I’m happy for you Plato. Keep being Groovy … I agree with your reply. People take more offense to the words than the truth of the matter…

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