The fictions we humans create out of our imaginations.
Seemed appropriate with the Taliban taking over Afghanistan!! I feel so sorry for the women – back to being slaves.
Beliefs passed down from ages past.
From the splendid to absurd.
Posing as the rational.
From the Dark Ages
Into the darkness of thought.
Shackling our breath
To a system that counts for nought.
From medieval minds
Masqueradinf as sense.
From prescientific times
From there to thence.
Reinforcing a multitude of sins.
Opher – 28.12.2018
I wrote this a year ago for all those who follow fundamentalist religions. Their intolerance is abhorrent. Their intransigence is exclusive.
They seem stuck firmly in the ancient past. They need to move on.
We need a Scalpel
The law must be our scalpel
To lance the boil of hate;
To cut out the cancer
Completely wipe the slate.
If there is no legal system
That can tie them down
Then the bastards will escape
And the cancer’s still around.
They work outside the boundaries
Doing anything they can –
Cutting, slashing, burning
Until the shit does hit the fan.
They need to be brought down
Before they do more harm.
We need a legal system
That possesses a long arm.
There are a bunch of extremely rich people who are outside the law. They work internationally, beyond taxes, beyond health and safety, beyond reason.
They exploit workers in the undeveloped countries. They destroy the environment with impunity.
There is no control on what they do.
They need controlling.
MUSIC IS THE MEDIUM OF CHANGE
Dreaming of lottery wins
To own or not to own
But you cannot take it with you
Your body or my home
Keep off my girl
I’ll defend it with my life
Building the future
I must buy me a wife
Legalize the medicine
That takes away the pain
In front of the silver screen
Sanitizing the insane
The ‘it’ does not refer to the woman – it refers to the way of lifelessness.
The population seems to drift through a haze towards inevitability. Days are full of moronic nothingness, soporific TV and narcotizing ALCOHOL. Lust fills the time in between.
Dreams and hopes are of escalation, ownership and purchasing power.
Sometimes I wonder what the average person (if there is such a one) would do with £25 million when they get bored on a rainy day? It appears to me that life is vacuous for most people and lacking in substance.
No wonder some turn to religion. It fills the gap. The trouble is that, from my perspective, it fills the gap with something unreal.
I yearn for creativity. Music was the vehicle for the raising of my sensibilities. It got me thinking and bopping.
Nobody likes Taxes
Nobody likes taxes
But most of us like roads.
The schools are important
And we all like to be secure.
That’s what we have
The police and army for.
We like all our services
To run smooth as silk.
But moan about politicians
And people of their ilk.
We all want our freedom
But don’t like being bombed.
We expect the secret services
To stop us being wronged.
We don’t like to be controlled
Or our liberty constrained.
But we want all the terrorists
Locked up and contained.
No, we don’t like paying taxes
Until things start going wrong.
Then the daggers start coming out.
It doesn’t take too long.
Once we were free and now we’re not. We have 68 million people crammed in this island. Most of them are OK, if a little awkward at times, but a minority are a real problem. We have thiefs, murderers, religious fanatics, rapists, scammers, bullies, violent idiots, crazy fools, paedophiles and obnoxious troublemakers. Without law and order we’d be in trouble.
We no longer live in little tribal groups where we can easily sort matters out. Even back then, when we could, there were always bands of brigands who rampaged around killing, raping and plundering. We had to build great walls around our cities to keep us safe.
We need to get around. We need an infrastructure – roads, train, air. It needs to be secure from the idiots.
We need safety, police and army. There are threats from inside and threats from outside. It’s sad.
We need laws, courts and justice to control the lunatics and violent people.
We need a health service to help us when we’re ill, a welfare system for those who fall on hard times, a pension system.
We need energy and water, sewage and garbage collection.
We need local services.
It needs organising and paying for.
If anything goes wrong we soon start to notice. It doesn’t take long.
It needs organising.
With 68 million that takes a lot of doing.
We don’t like interference. We want to be free.
I think it’s a question of balance.
We don’t like paying taxes but they are a necessary evil.
In Scandinavia, where the taxes are high, the standard of living is high, playgrounds, cycle paths, public baths, parks, great education, good housing, low crime. In the USA there are ghettos, poor education, an ignorant population and high crime rate, thugs for cops and armed militia.
I know which I prefer – a tolerant, liberal society with higher taxes.
Black Lives Matter
Black lives matter.
How can that be controversial?
In a world
Where blacks are shot for being black
There is no level playing field.
Until we achieve true equality
It is tribal warfare.
But we should be fighting for progress.
No split: no wedge.
Poor whites too
It is better that we are together,
Fighting the same battles
Against the exploiters.
Opher – 28.10.2020
Racism is a handy tool in the toolbox of inequality.
By keeping us all diverted onto religion and racism they can continue their practice of exploiting us all.
By creating fake political divisions (and orchestrating both sides) they can divert us from what is really going on.
What is really going on is that the wealthy are manipulating us so that they can cream off the world’s wealth while giving us as little as they can get away with.
They like war, pandemics, racism and political division.
Ask not who is in control.
I’ve got a new TV.
Everything is newer, bigger and better. But it is empty. The quality diminishes.
Celebrity culture robs us of creativity.
We are guided into a wish for fame but it has no substance or purpose. All the fun is simulated. All the squeals and laughter added or orchestrated through a seies of mindless pap that is supposed to entertain.
I am not entertained.
I want something real, with depth and meaning, passion and integrity.
I want to become involved emotionally, intellectually and creatively. I want to be stimulated. I want something that addresses the real problems that we are faced with.
I don’t want to consume – I want to experience!
I’ve got a new TV
I’ve got a new TV
It’s bigger than me.
It tells me
Who I want to be.
It has twenty three thousand channels
And all of them are crap
All in super 3D
And HD with Soap overlap.
I can watch the Game Shows,
Sport and MTV,
Filling all my hours
With tasteless wannabe.
My new TV is great
It fills my whole head
With everything forgettable,
Of any consequence,
I am a Number
I do not like to be controlled.
I am controlled.
Every time I use my computer or purchase something my tastes and preferences are noted. My choices are analysed and I am then presented with other options that will appeal to my demographic.
I am a number in a commercial racket.
I am a statistic on a graph.
I am categorized.
I can be taken for granted.
I can be wooed.
It is so easy to fall into this trap as your preferences are manipulated and you are presented with dreams, aspirations and nudged down an avenue towards the nirvana of possession.
We are numbers in a game that is busy devouring the world to create wealth for a minority. We are plied with goods, entertainment, distraction and life-styles.
It’s all good – as long as we do not think about it too deeply.
I am a Number
I am a number
I do not know what I think,
Fed with all my preferences
And narcotised with drink.
I am a statistic
To be analysed in the tank
To provide figures
In someone else’s bank.
My needs are measured
As I am fed with dreams,
Thoughts and aspirations –
Nothing is as it seems.
A plastic universe
Surrounds me in full 3D.
A ring through my nose
Leads me to its melody.
What I think
And who I am
By a group
They know best.
What if everyone was free
And do what they wish?
Who would know
Through the satellite dish?
Best that someone thinks
Keeps me happy
With a head full of air;
So I don’t have to care.
I am a number
I do not do what I dare.
The world is run by people who do not care. They do not care about the misery they create. They do not care if their profits are based on exploitation, starvation and despair. They do not care if their methods leave instability, war and chaos. They simply do not care.
All they care about if the bottom line, how to earn more and maximize their profits.
It helps if there is chaos. It helps if there is inequality. There is a market to exploit. Desperate people take lower wages. The powerful require protection. There are weapons to be sold.
These people provide the funds for our politicians. They own our media. They lobby the government. Without their support the politicians are unelectable. They control the system.
They control the money markets that are the blood our economies. Without their investment we become bankrupt.
The control the price of commodities and manipulate the markets without regard to the misery that might be created.
The world is run by a machine of faceless, uncaring, selfish, greedy men who are simply doing business.
There is enough to go around.
There is a better way of organizing the world.
It does not have to be like this.
We could solve all the problems and make it fairer.
But we are driven by the desire to be one of them.
The lottery is not a victimless crime.
There is a machine that grinds away day and night
Sucking our essence into its claws,
Equipped with clamps, suckers and syringes
To suck the life out of our pores.
It is an engine that never stops
That runs on control
Manned by faceless, nameless men
With selfish, greedy roles.
We are fed into its guts
Into an all-consuming void
That leeches all our dreams
Leaving mindless androids.
Somnambulistic dreams and phony fun,
To distract us from the truth,
That we are being milked and then confused
To disguise the living truth.
A processing plant
Of computerized precision
That saps all intent
And robs decision.
The world is run for profit
Without regard to pain or price,
As the short term interests are met
Putting up the cost of rice.
We may die in war or starve
In slums amongst the sewage and disease
But somewhere in a villa
The cause relaxes, smiles and is at ease.