Just a rant that if we Artists are not writing, playing, speaking out, then who will? Have you forgotten what unified protest is?


Free will Free Will I am sickened by this phrase and I have used it hundreds of time s but greed, avarice and murder (in the category of lust to me) are the tools of the Great Deceiver. I cannot handle even believing anymore the universality of Free Well. 11 commandments. 4 noble truths and the 8 fold path, and what do we get? We get the chance to prove to one another that we are good, that we do not back stab, that we do not lie to one another, that we hold truth and handshake deals higher than contracts which are formed to eat up the artist anyway, so it is us, all of us together here, as I have tried to pare it down to Artists of all talents and beliefs who can discuss, disagree, converse and agree, work through an idea and leave thinking of something rom a different perspective. We must always see that the galaxies are endless and yes we are made of star dust and to the Pentecostal hell for those who think not. What gives me the right to say that? Just now. I said it. Ask your own morality. There are those among us of unlimited good, mostly mothers, and depths of hell imagined from the mostly insane. I am so glad our Groper in Chief, the closeted VP whose conversion therapy kinda did not work since his still fantasizes of when men rode raptors and had raptor races on Saturdays, and then of course the curse and smirch upon The Faith, The Smirk, the Smirker Speaker of the Mice. Free will placed these beasts for us to exorcise on our many paths to God. I think, yes I think, in between meditation, study, writing, piano, some TV and blasting Boris on the heaedphones, I feel blessed to be able to do so, thanking the one living God every day; I am thankful ot have a voice and to use it. No fear. You must not fear. We are at that “turn your socialist or Jewish” neighbor in good old days again We are so near to the hell beasts, not in form, but as idea, as action of goals, to come into being. Is there a choice to make? If you do not know the answer then your soul is lost. You are confused. You have distorted truth from reality. You have crushed God from within. We are a speck in a limitless space of birrth and rebirth across and within all galaxies known and those beyond. Our morality and ethics are being tested, not by the One who distanced himself, but by one another we are tested. Greed, Avarice and Liee come crashing down on your party kids. The ones who pay (well, my family has kept me alive after all was gone and greed/lies/deception near ruined me on top of the disease and sickness purgatory upon this beautiful earth. Now we have in power one who hates all,. He breathes hatreds. He breeds hatreds. He gives voice to those who should be slienced? Broken Amendments> NO!

When outright lies and bigotry are worn as badges of honor then disgrace has fallen on our land. Our land soon to be as ruined as third world country we look at say why oh how terrible, give a dollare and turn the page. This is our land at stake and far left stop being so damn far left, there is middle way. The Beast must be tricked as he tries to trick us all. Time to turn the tables people. If you are not voting then you are not American. If you vote for hell over Life, then you have no conscientious nature. If you are an Artist and do not speak out then you are not an Artist. have to right to judge and speak as I have been judged and spoken of so take it back in your pretty mirror children of unevolved souls or just unaware. . I forgot what I was mad about, oh yeah, three deadly sins that coes any of us in if we do not seek penance and equality for all without going overboard about it we no better, in fact are worse, then the veery thing against we war. We war against the darkness, against the murder of our earth. God, if you wish to see it that way, sure did give us dominion over all the beasts, bu tit did jnnot mean to slaughter the innocent or good of heart animals.

All wish love. All beings who have being, dig?, need and must have love. If you do not have love then you become slaves to the 3 first beasts of greed, avarice and to covet, same as the 11 Commandments, same as it ever was, ha! same as it ever was, and I will say it again that if you clam to be be an Artist or are one and are not writing or painting or playing protests against those who will murder us and our land then you are their own sucklings, growing up to kill, to slay, to steal, to seek harm and to murder, to rape and think it no more than a thrill. How are we going to seek justice until the 25th amendment is called into play? Reading and not acting like a meth head halfway into a speech does not a president make. Act out. Rise us UP. This nature of our land and our earth affects us all, all without American caste system, yeah we have it but fear speaking it, as Stalin said “I will conquer and control nature” and he failed, so shall we if we back out of the Paris Accords. Bye bye Mister and Miss alike, Raped and Beaten American Pie. Death angels are at the door. For whom do you open?

 

I wanted to spread it into WordPress where a lot of great conversations have arisen now they have made it easier to boot the spammers, phishers and general scoundrels. Don’t fear language. It is living. It is organic. How in the world do you think things change by nonviolent ways in the face of violence? Language, Correct language from right heart, right mind, right intention, right mind all to free us from the knowledge we know is built to use against us. Against us. Get it? I live by the grace of God, the gifts of God, by this don eonly and truly only as a holy act to help when all turned away, and thta even if we have faily arguments, that is family, they have kept me alive, as have the takes I paid for for a ture count of 45 years working serving being slave to the custoemr in the last place they can be assholes and show the true nature behind the make up and gear. A Geiger drawn machine heart beats in side, the matphor, OK? It’s a metaphor. Bu the truth remains we good people of this oad were voted out an in came a sphere, “an orb” incapable of connecting sentences much less just a phrase without it being racist or hateful if anything at all. We did this. We are all responsible. But non-voters, you thieves of our Democratic Republic hopped on the burning wagon of the mass psychology of hysteria and dragging the rest of us dwon with you. You worship a false God. When wil you hear his beautiful voice and awake!

If you do not publish at least two poems a year, an article, a food, a painting, a song against the onslaught against our nation then you deserve what is coming, not those of us who have fought for a better, moral, social democracy that shaped and built this America. Rise up and sing out! Rise up and Speak! Rise up to protest the evil that is done.

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