From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com> Date: Sun, 12 Oct 1997 07:59:12 -0500 Fwd Date: Sun, 12 Oct 1997 11:15:31 -0400 Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #189 Apology to MW #189 (For October 12, 1997) It's a task to look up into bottomless skies. It's work on many levels most revile and despise. It's toil to stand with a crick in your neck, And it's a job to be there watching as some laugh behind your back. Regret is a bitch that can hide in the wings. She has bells on her toes, and she carries a sting. She appears near the end of your time on the stage; Despair is much more possible, then, inured against your rage. Will I regret the time I've spent=85peering into space? Will I despair the wasted moments in a mirror of my face? Will I sadly shake my head if I find I've been un-cool, And the evidence is in, that I was wrong, unfit, a fool? I would worry more, but history, as taught to me's distorted. From reconstruction to Viet Nam, an errant's tool -- contorted. What went before? A fantasy that supports a white man's dream, And what comes after is up to you -- to just how loud you scream! What am I to think, when at the bottom of the food chain. What am I to think, as I resist my culture's brain drain. What am I to think, when breathing air so thick with lies, That I shan't 'see' the inexplicable when I look into our skies. It's the learning to think critically -- that's the real bottom line. When you "lays your money down" -- when you read the print that's fine. When you string it all together and the pieces rather fit=85 Well -- you've got yourself a model, and you see this might be it! That why it chaps my ass, and steams me good -- this concept "Founding Father"! Or if you believe you're standing on those "giant's shoulder's", bother! Doesn't Mr. Bennett know=85 or even read his books; That these 'god-like' MEN were psychopathic, malfeasance working crooks! These were men who beat their wives, whored around=85made dishonest dollars. Sure enough I broad brush, but the truth precludes your collar. Paul Revere never made his ride, if he DID he was a coward! Our presidents were Klansmen in traditions of Moe Howard. Don't sanctify, or deify, or sanitize it, Bennett! You make life tragicomic as directed by Mack Sennett. It's you that keeps our eyes from looking where they'd get their fill. It's you that=92s keeps us in our caves in darkness we don't will. So it's hard to look up into seasonal skies. The deck has been stacked by elite who decry. Ridicule is painful, credibility is stressed, And you find that it's just asking questions that makes a dangerous pest. I'll still look up, my neck in pain, what else am I to do? There are answers in that vastness that belie what's been construed. It's the price of critical thinking to know the lies been told, And when history is suspect, then the liars get more bold. It's the church, unlawful government, with Law enforcement mal-entrusted, And where media is controlled by some, with lawyers -- we're encrusted. We're at, and always have been, at the not so tender mercies Of hyper rich, affecting weave in ways beyond the cursory. It's arbitrary and repressive how our culture eats its young. And they say they're open minded, as they deride, ignore, and stun. And I scoff their claim that they have held the higher moral ground; If they don't spawn the new idea it's attacked to bring it down. Not to test, or exercise, or to get to murky bottoms! But for conflict and denial, for blind eyes, and ear cotton! Most don't even know they're blinded to that starry, starry night! They've lost their will in awful ignorance to a landed upper right! Lehmberg@snowhill.com Our founding fathers would most likely be in jail today, put there for egregious crimes against humanity, or strung up as radical by the bunch providing them the most hero worship today=85yeah=85 a broad brush -- but enough paint sticks to illustrate the point. I've seen 'em in the morning=85 seen 'em in the evening=85 seen 'em at supper time! The skies are filled with strangeness, and it freshens up my rhyme. <g> -- Explore the Alien View? http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ "I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the fundamentalist's stake. He ignored their laughter until it became fear and rage, and they killed him for it. =B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1= =B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1= =B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1=B1 Government or Social Harassment REPORT - Presently, "ZERO" Personal HARASSMENT; however, the harassment index is infinite for each of us. Consider the "founding father" myth.
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