Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Quest For Inner Peace V2.0

I simply could not just ignore my body odor in the search for inner peace
Got flipped off while talking to Sally on my cell driving to my yoga class
Well, actually I go a couple times a week and it’s only $35 a month
I think I really noticed something after only a couple of classes

The other day I almost touched my toes for the first time since I cant remember when
I was really getting out there as we lay in the corpse position, then I fell asleep
It felt sorta like I saw myself take off silently in one of those rescue helicopters
Why, the traffic didn’t even bother me as I drove alone all the way back home

I think I scratched the side of a hybrid floating out of my SUV in their parking lot
Shutting down my comm device, I was shedding my earthly concerns before the class
I knew I needed another measured portion of the infinite, really soon
I was still a pilgrim despite the deeply worn tracks I followed thru our rodent warrens

I dropped my thoughts of dinner and even forgot all about my office foes for just a moment
I sought to see myself on a lovely beach in a rainbow sunset framed by reflecting clouds
I was only dimly aware of a woman’s gas in front of me as we assumed the next position
I repeated the computer-generated nonsense syllable that was my unique personal mantra

I pursued this inner quest as vigorously as I had pushed to get the kids thru school
My husband said he had learned to meditate as well and he practiced on the couch at night
Visions of the eternal void maybe just came to me in short bursts, as I exhaled
I took to going barefoot in loose clothes at times, in the privacy of my own home

My cooking shaded away from meat and towards instant packaged Asian main courses
Sometimes I felt a twinge of guilt sipping on a Latte instead of bathing in the Indus
After a long internet search I found a guided Indian Enlightenment tour with a real guru
I began to see a bit of God in all the plants and insects as I sprayed and weeded my garden

Passionate conservatism began to make a lot more sense as my eyes slowly opened
I peeled off layers of consciousness with the onions, searching thru my life’s mandala
Many weekends I applied but a half coat of makeup and wore my hair quite simply
There was so much more to me than these well-tended suburbs could ever reveal

The occasional housekeeping haiku began appearing in my personal diary
I wrote down the dreams that awakened me and tried to fathom them as I blew dry
Sometimes the New Age music cable channel brought quiet, purging tears to my eyes
I spent 20 minutes in the park listening for songbirds on my way to grocery shop

Changed my ring tone to a soothing melody and tried to let up on the car horn
Began to sense the triviality in the banal and un-insightful existence of others
Adopted a Tibetan orphan overseas on the internet and walked dogs at the shelter
Took comfort in knowing that I was following the ancient path of enlightenment

Monday, June 6, 2011

Yo, Conservatives: Do You Really?


Do you really ignore their careless toxic dust way up your nose and far down your lungs
Are you good with harshly ignorant laborers throwing up cheap shit all in your face
Is their flimsy pre-fab on flattened and devastated earth a relief to your tired eyes
Does that smoggy orange haze that you drive through soften your haunted outlook

Do you really fulfill your spirit from some musty old book supposedly written by a god
Can you actually enjoy that giant, poorly-engineered, way-overpriced gas guzzler
Do you think the lame media in which you immerse yourself helps you to grope your way thru
Are you still so sure you won’t live long enough to need any Medicare or Social Security

Do you really think energy efficiency spells the end of what you mistake for comfort
Do you perhaps take a vicarious pride in our cowboy diplomacy and wars of liberation
Are you gathering cosmic truth in your cycle of meaningless work and mindless recreation
Has living for today and grabbing all that you can not even worn you just a little bit thin

Does it grow difficult to lose yourself in prescribed meds, alcohol, religion or media rapture
Can you truly believe that our blind and greedy rush can continue even another 100 years
Have you actually considered the size and permanence of your stumbling daily footprint
Did you ever answer if you’re better off in today’s version of Morning In America

Do you really think if you just keep the family safe and happy everything will simply work out OK
Does the blasting noise of all the cars and harleys and trucks somehow blend to soothe you
Can you find safe and quiet refuge in the crumbling home that’s worth less than you owe
Is yours a parallel worklife with the next piece of veal in one more prairie dog cubicle farm

Do you really think that polarized 2 party gridlock inevitably gropes us forward
Must you judge all your actions with regard to convenience and time savings
Are you ok with those who fed chalky poison to babies helping provide food for your children
Do you really feel that things will just work out and we’ll muddle through like always

Do you really think it’s progress to channelize the rivers and fill in all the wetlands
Are you maybe only accelerating blindly toward some as yet unspecified objectives
Will you really reflect back in satisfied wisdom as you are fed and excrete thru medical tubes
Does their sporadic and uncontrolled noise really not rattle your uninsured teeth

Do you really not notice the billion wasteful and paranoid lights blotting out all the stars
Is adjusting the thermostat to your comfort really your only solution to climate change
Have you truly found peace of mind in a round of golf or an expensive pedicure
Do you not weary of making this or that hole a little bit bigger while moving it elsewhere

Do you really ignore the endless tolling of extinction, heat, drought and pollution
Aren’t you often looking forward for weeks to vacations that you do not even remember later
Can you actually believe that unencumbered greed is, in reality, sacred enlightened self-interest
Do you really sleep soundly thru the night, wake up refreshed - just to do it all once again

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Get A Squishy Grip

How can you try to preserve these stupid trees when loggers really need those temp jobs?
Where’s the sense in expensive conservation when things cost so much already?
Forget the animals, get a tree-hugging grip and start taking care of our dear families
What’s a few degrees warmer and, anyway, what’s a polar bear ever done for me?

Get out of the way Spongy Bob, there’s manlier issues than this candy-assed sustainability
How dare you tell the urban poor they should not slash-burn and then farm their rain forest?
On what moral authority do you decide who can have how many blessed children?
Why should our nice lawns dry up just to preserve some inedible little desert fish?

We’re not giving up our comfort or our safety to drive some teeny-weeny shoeboxes
We’ll stay with the cheaper imports even if they break before they ever work
It’s not our problem if them squints like working 14 hour days and sleepin 20 to a room
No environmental wacko is going to force their lame agenda on our traditional family lifestyle

Why should we pay more for electricity just to give a coupla salmon a chance to breed?
Don’t talk to me about some web of life until all god’s children have enough to eat
We just import their stuff, it’s their own decision to abort their female children
You can’t tax that acid rain with good people already paying too much for their A/C

These draft rules are unfounded speculation that will cost us all jobs and money
There’s not a word in our sacred constitution about this fool habitat preservation
Buck ain’t giving up his SUV until Fakkim stops burning coal to cook his gruel
Look, this climate change hysteria could threaten the economy and our families

Now, I’m not sure about evolution but our God surely did say only the fittest will survive
We vetoed child health care but we must pass this arms spending bill with no strings attached
How dare you to say local control means outside developers get everything they want?
Don’t try to mess with our god-given right to thrilling petroleum-based wreckreation

Of course we must channelize that river to protect surrounding homes and towns
If you don’t like our mining, why you’re just welcome to go off and freeze in the dark
God said to be a good steward so I make sure and have only the best chemicals applied to my lawn
The welfare of our people simply must come before this environmental nonsense

Yes, the convenience of fast food packaging makes it indispensable to our consumer lifestyle
It’s just simple common sense that recycling is for the boy scouts until you get paid to do it
Cleaning up diesel fuel will only make imported consumer goods more expensive to deliver
Removing mercury from power plant emissions will hurt small business owners

Spreading scientific doubt on climate change bought us time against the crackpots
Jesus, research studies have shown small cars to be dangerous, especially to kids
By all means, we must permit mountaintop removal to keep our coal inexpensive
Of course, endless pointless environmental reviews impede our economic progress

So, get your squishy grip off of the freedom loving lifestyle we intend to keep on enjoying, forever

They Could Not Hear It

They could not hear the music which always flowed so smoothly from inside my head
I still could not understand them even when they stooped and shouted right in my ear
They did not feel the sad melodies with which I themed all of their activities

I understood every word they said but in the end I could not grasp their true message
Their motions became quite graceful when put to the rhythms that only I could hear
I shuffled about to those crazy tunes to which they never even knew that I was listening

Since they could not hear it, they determined there must be something wrong with me
But I politely rebuffed their earnest efforts at helping me along my way
My internal occupations made me seem quite inattentive and forgetful to them

I always wandered off course immediately without the strictest guidance
But they could stand me in a corner and I might remain still for hours on end
And how often I was startled by their gentle tapping upon my shoulder

So many times I would finally notice someone had been calling my name
I would smile in red-faced amazement and then simply shrug
Staring straight forward I never even saw the back of her embarrassed head

I waltzed alone to an orchestra that helped me soar and made them chuckle
I thought I sang harmoniously with my music but, to them, it just sounded very much off-key
There was no way I could share with them all of the beauty that I witnessed inside

They laughed and shook their heads as I swayed alone to those inner melodies
I had to turn it up so loud that I was deafened to many important commercial messages
They could not hear and I would not listen and so did my years dance right on by

Friday, June 3, 2011

The Lights Are Going Out All Over


The lights are slowly going out all over
All around our engines are starting to shut down
No longer does the blue entertainment light dance out of every living room
More bridges are simply too unsafe to even try and cross

The stores are closing up, all across the little towns
Barbecues are flickering out all across this land that god had blessed
Monstrous RVs sit empty for lack of good cheap fuel
Bluehairs wait in vain for their outsourced contract foreign servants

Billboards are becoming illegible due to wind and rain and sun
The water taps only flow a trickle of dark and smelly brine
The roads seem to be growing ever harder to negotiate
Halted trains are blocking intersections in a mostly haphazard fashion

Can’t pick up no more early morning traffic scans or upbeat weather reports
Tightfaced mommies ferrying soccer broods are growing ever scarcer
Vacuous mall tweenies indolently draining daddy’s cash are disappearing daily
Our power just shuts off randomly for hours each and every day

MickieD even runs out of burgers with increasing regularity
Been standin on line for day-old factory white bread for hours, all the time
Bulldozers are sitting idle and power tools lay listless with no energy to drive them
Middle Management’s micro death march projects just aren’t moving us anymore

Toilets aren’t flushing so there’s clumps and tissue everywhere in the bushes
The president assures us that our ingenious people can meet all of these challenges and more
Suburban survivalists have taken over all the forest campgrounds
Wal*Marts are closing up all over cause China’s cut them off

Credit markets are frozen up again but there’s no bailout on the way this time
Military convoys are halted as the soldiers go on patrol to look for gasoline
The garbage trucks don’t come too much and the stuff has piled up real high
They say the fundamentals are still solid but it just doesn’t matter anymore

My downloads don’t hardly ever finish cause so many servers are simply gone
Monday night football even got called off last week cause the stadium lights were out
Formerly swaggering apartment cowboys cant find beer at their favorite stores
The cops are always hurrying off somewhere but never seem to stop

Saw tractors and combines sitting empty out in stubbly, unkempt fields
Staffs at all the hospitals are being replaced by unpaid security guards
The tourist has disappeared as an income source for hungry locals of every stripe
It’s best just to sit quietly in the churches listening to mumbling priests and watching candles burn

Thursday, June 2, 2011

They're Winning

Their billion points of too-bright and greedy light outshines some tired socialistic duty
It’s certainly no contest between living for today and preserving some hazy future
Encouraging vapid consumption politically trumps calling for savings and patience
Trumpeting military preparedness drowns their puny and weak squeaks for peace

ATVs lead the accessibility charge into the heart of our under-performing public lands
Fast food has saved us so much time that the raw oatmealers can’t ever even catch up
By the time this blind little fish suit is settled, all the rivers will be dried up and dead
Clear-cutting those last tiny remaining stands of old-growth is pretty much assured

Our kids are kneeling down in school and not hearing that they’re kin to monkeys
We can squeeze unlimited war funds from squishy liberals with no strings attached
Stalling for more research is a good strategy to maintain the cozy status quo on all eco-issues
Selling the yokels on local control lets us buy them out and get on making money fast

Family values and Jesus’ word make simpler sense than sustainability and preservation
Just increasing national debt is easier to rationalize than socialistic tax and spending
The fast profit in building cheaply has triumphed over making things which last
Education is for geeky loosers, not kids chosen by their mom’s god to lead the world

They’ve convinced us by making those jobs only fit for hopelessly desperate foreigners
We celebrate our independence with loud explosions and hot dogs, not tofu and tea
There’s just no more discussion that holiday’s are only to promote consumer spending
Rest assured that we know all about those liberty-threatening climate change wackos

Without any medical studies we found out ourselves that Crank is the only diet that really works
Political pitchmen have demonstrated that the profit motive will yield universal healthcare
The environment that supports it all is performing badly against people, jobs and money
They’re battling climate change by adjusting home thermostats to suit their t-shirt comfort

We’re making our skies cleaner by moving our factories to hungry lands overseas
Obese black men in NFL tights keep us from books as we graze supine before financed HDTVs
Literalist biblical interpretations are winning the debates against scientific results
They’ve succeeded in convincing us of the important differences among colas and beers

They’ve assured us we need not argue anymore over past lies they told the world
Their self-satisfied and smug smirks have shown that conservation is for quivering vegan rabbits
The coal industry has taken the marketing lead to a clean, independent energy future
Big oil has secured its tax shelters and successfully blocked subsidies for renewables

We’re successfully displacing native plants and animals in every single part of the globe
Threats of costs in jobs and money score major victories over living rivers and clean lakes
The global rich are capturing an increasing majority into a hopeless slavery from birth
They’re winning big since they represent the zenith of our treasured moral superiority

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

By A Thread

Balanced on a tipping point thanks solely to our own good and focused efforts
Risking not only our foolish selves but the entire complex web of life on earth as well
So close now we must shout above the noise we make so we do not have to hear
Hanging on by someone else’s fingernail while we concern ourselves only with the view

Piddling with the fancy GPS instead of just looking up ahead through the windshield
Held up by an unraveling thread yet somehow still struggling wildly to be freed
Heated almost to the boiling point but unwilling to turn down the flame
Out of breath but still running while trying to bray silly orders and directions

Able to see the consequences clearly now but still unwilling to change the course
Just looking at the road ahead as the entire load commences to sway and tip
Depending that the river ice won’t break as we cross far too late in the springtime
Speeding through a stormy night overloaded with worn out tires on bad roads

Stumbling in the darkness but too much in a hurry to take the time to fix the light
Wading just at the edge of a steep, invisible drop-off without knowing how to swim
Needle pegged on empty but so far away from any town on a cloudy, moonless night
Talking on the cellphone and screaming at the kids as the latte spills and a truck pulls out

Much older now, for such a long time, than we ever imagined we could become
Safe and dry with a picnic lunch in our rowboat unaware of the waterfall up ahead
In a hurry, but blinded, on a foggy night with the street covered all in white
So near to losing all we’ve built but staying focused on living only for the moment

At the point where an unlikely salvation can only just arrive in the very nick of time
Unknowingly separated by merest hairsbreadth from total and eternal annihilation
Milliseconds from a stunning crash we did not see coming and will not live to remember
Catching the disappearing rays of the last gorgeous sunset on our final dream vacation

Caught in a still picture of that fantastic blur at the end of this, our futile race
Poised upon a great divide and now at the mercy of entropy as to which way we flow
Having risen to the edge of space there is this brief and subtle pause upon our zenith
Reaching too far over, from several rungs too high, with no one below to steady us

Betting everything on an untested long shot some salesman touted as the next sure thing
Just one more minor system insult from initiating a cascading set of networked failures
Going so fast that even if we make it we won’t really know until it’s way long over
Hanging by one silky thread but still living really large thanks to greed and denial