Stop don’t listen. Everyone turn around and ignore the signs in the air.
Stop and listen says the sage when the world is running like a mad man
Escaped from the prisons of its own self destruction
The mad man knows he cannot go back into the cage of his mind
Or else he will die in the torture of his own grief
If the world can become the outlet for the action
One can forever keep running and never look back
If we can set our eyes on a goal
The world does not have to be looked at in your face
Under your feet
Under your nose
Stop said the drunk man as he crumbles to the ground
Don’t you see it’s all useless anyway
What are your running towards
If you are just running away from it all
Better to slip into the catacombs with us
Where there is a quiet space
Of peaceful forgetfulness
Where all the world stops telling you what to do
What not to do
Who you should be
How you should live
Pay your taxes respect the rules
Or else
Or else what
You’ll throw me into the physical jail to deal with the helplessness
Of being human
In a world where everything is made
To help us forget that we are free animals
Must we continue the run
If we did stop would we collapse into the melding history of the world
Would it even matter
Honestly does it even matter
Continue pulling out the epic books “the one thing”
Or “find your purpose”
Today is holocaust remembrance day
As the same people that were maimed, tortured and killed
Do the same to their neighbors today
Stop.
What if we did stop?
What would come up?
The history of hatred
The history of unmet desire
The history of a world that is so deeply hurt and wounded
That all we can do is just try to keep going
Elect a new president and hope for the best
As I watch “flaming hot” last night that awoke my heart to the plight of Mexicans in our country
As I sit in my protected room watching the ocean
On a land that was not ours to take
Go to Costco fat Hawaiians
The only way to survive in your world that was infested by us
But not for anyones actual benefit
Raise your hand if you are truly happy
Anyone out there?
Tell me where do you come from, what are you here for
And who’s feet are you stepping on to see above the misery
Stop.
Just kidding.
Energy is constantly expanding
The machine is constantly running
Business must grow
Populations are expanding
The glaciers are melting
Birds are migrating
The ocean is raging
And we are moving
Constantly constantly
The trench is dug and the water flows there
Stopping means reflecting on where the next trench wants to be built
Or the little feral humans like myself
Dig sideways trenches and suck the water out the other way
Drop by drop
Stop. Breathe.
Remember.
Where did we fuck it up?
When god created the earth and eve ate of the apple?
Doomed from there?
Philosophy helps masturbate the perturbed
The ones who rather than succumb prefer to dream
I for one, feel my heart as heavy as a bucket of rain on a petal
The collective pain
We’re drowning as we struggle upwards towards the surface
I see the view of the ocean from my window
Yet I feel at peace under it’s weight
May it crush us all one day when the final glacier disappears
And the final whale says I told you so
And the dead kids of the holocaust shake their heads
And the Palestinians… and the Mexicans… and the microbes in the soil
Pass their ghosts through the wind
Saying - Why? Why ? Why?
Stop.
Fight our nature. The apple in our hearts
That just couldn’t resist the desire for more
The innate seed of in satisfaction that helped us destroy it all
That crooked little vine, growing through our insides
Making us writhe with discomfort
There’s something wrong and it’s deeply embedded
Stop.
Let’s turn on the headlights of hope
For a long journey towards a dark night of the soul
Who’s along for the ride?
Warning there’s a stop sign when you least expect it

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