Man-made Earthquakes and other Mysteries

Man-made Earthquakes and other Mysteries

A Poem by Wendy G.

The coincidental metaphors of life
Wrap their experiences like spiritual limbs around my disembodied self

Slow your eulogistic roll, this is not about disconnection or self infliction or any other worldly idea that could be summed up with mass and wavelength and superficial theory

5 kilometers below where you have paced in anger back and forth until your feet swell, the Earth trembles and I feel it and my neighbors feel it

But this is no sign, just the symmetry of life and awareness sticking imagery to emotions -

But who's to say what Gods might speak their thunderous wishes on these streets?

I take no specific political or religious stance where Oil companies and Gods do their mountain moving - or so I think

How many tweets does it take to equal a prayer? How many metaphorically bloody comment threads are equal to realistically bloody battlefields where people stood up and got knocked down for these causes

We as people don't fight wars for anything more than pay checks and benefits and the hope of a college degree - correct me if I'm wrong

Because I've been looking for some proof that those who fight wars have Damn good reasons, and not just because it's tradition, but because the cause is laid out and so important that someone must stand up

Our limit is no longer the sky, it's now the available balance on our credit lines or the boundaries of our subdivisions. Our limits are set and regulated by standardized testing and market research

Our limits are set in the programming - the TV and the smart phone and the daily doses - the pharmaceutical hypnosis

"Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow, Follow the yellow brick road"

A familiar song from a classic movie - not just a command repeated while under the influence of hypnotics ... Nah

That would be just wrong - wrong like the government regulating what we can do with our own bodies. We assume that only soldiers and slaves become property, but being forced to vaccinate or Medicate without informed consent, or else you can't get a public education and if you don't put the kids in school you go to jail so your options are ...

It's too much to confront so self medicate and hope the risks outweigh the side effects

This isn't freedom, but someone is pulling the strings

I said it before, I take no stance politically and religiously when it comes to Gods and Oil companies, but they place their bets on me and you and everyone else, in hopes that we have no clue, no stance and no control over

Well, anything

We engage in petty arguments over who has control of our bodies and minds and we vote to make sure that our Gods win, reduced to bodies - cogs in the game

But what's the difference between the puppet master and you?

He refuses to be the puppet. He refuses to be a body. He refuses to drink the serum or abide by the rules

He makes the rules. And there is nothing physically on this earth that separates his potential to do so from yours except belief

Belief - what a concept - when half the world believes in the authoritarian concept that it is all chance and the other half believes that there is a supreme being pulling the strings

You've gotta ask yourself - who has the higher self esteem?

© 2015 Wendy G.


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Wendy, this is a great write that makes me just sit back and think. I know where I stand, but often who are we standing with becomes confused, There is God and there are those who believe they are God, and oil is just a currency to barter their bad habits from either side of the isle. They are slight of hand magicians who steal or self-esteem from all sides, It would be nice to sit back and not take a stand, but that is a stance in itself.
~Just my thoughts at the end of a long day.
~Jan

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wendy, this is a great write that makes me just sit back and think. I know where I stand, but often who are we standing with becomes confused, There is God and there are those who believe they are God, and oil is just a currency to barter their bad habits from either side of the isle. They are slight of hand magicians who steal or self-esteem from all sides, It would be nice to sit back and not take a stand, but that is a stance in itself.
~Just my thoughts at the end of a long day.
~Jan

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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