Dharma

Dharma

There, all at once when the outer ring blew,
The scientists immediately knew,
T'was time to vacate the Tarxian moon,
Leaving behind the rare Tarxian boon,
A jerk to the left and swing to the right,
And the silvery craft thusly took flight,
But a chunk of rock pounded the craft's wing,
As the silvery craft thusly did spring,
Then, all at once, it wheezed and it sputtered,
Clinging to his chair, the pilot muttered,
"Distinguished colleague and life-long friend,
Childhood buddy, we've escaped the end,
Alas, I lament those who're left behind,
And curse the soldiers who, us, seek to find,
So enagage the cloak and point the nose,
To a yellow star - right there, I suppose!"
And so, two friends, in a flash of blue light,
Left behind their lives and vanished from sight,
Past the expanse, the Sea of Endless Days,
Past nebulae of endless purple haze,
On a beam of twisted olivine light,
Behind Jupiter's cone of endless night,
Past Io and Titan, Ganymede, too,
Skipping, as pebbles, where trouble shant brew,
When, there, like a glint in a newborn's eye,
A tiny reflection each did espy,
Upon the approach a lonely station,
Circled the planet with sad rotation,
And there on the side: a bumper sticker,
From which the star's amber light did flicker,
A message of warning or perhaps it was pride,
A brand to all who dared to come inside:
"If, at first, we cannot deflower it,
It must be, for us, to devour it,
And if neither is cause for us to keep,
We, the monkeys, shall surely fall asleep.
So please bring tribute that you've meant for us,
But whatever you do, please don't bore us."
Now, it was clear a mistake had been made,
Maybe the choices deserved to be weighed,
The refugees leaned in towards each other,
Each agreed to listen to his brother,
When the pilot spoke to clear his mind,
"My friend, I think we are agreed and find,
'Tis better to be a slave far away,
Than a monkey on this Earth any day."
So away they flew past the distant moons,
Past Jupiter's cone and frigid Neptune,
Across the purple haze and nebulae,
To Tarxian space and the endless sea,
And when our heroes, nay, our refugees,
Before the Emperor, dropped to their knees,
But fate once again meddled as before,
The Emperor's distaste fell to the floor,
Bestowed upon them in spite of their dearth,
Life with monkeys on remote planet Earth.

Invino Veritas
9/2/15
Picture Added 9/3/15
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Malaise

Malaise

I've seen this somewhere before,
In a dream, in a memory,
In a fantasy or perhaps a nightmare,
To it, I'm numb or perhaps sore,
Unable to notice the chicory,
Or deviate the penetrating stare,
Back and forth the ship sways,
Over the waves of another day,
Through the eddies of endless tide,
Of which I'm unable to confide,
Standing alone among the drones,
Surrounded by foam covering the loam,
A barrier thin to permeate through,
With line of sight, tactile, too,
The ebbs and flow nudge one another,
Lazily against as they both smother,
Each vying for their moment in time,
To pen the day's uneventful rime.

Invino Veritas
8/27/15
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Bullhorn

Bullhorn

My phone makes me ill,
A constant stream of swill,
Regurgitated filth flowing forth,
Like garbage that lost its worth,
When once consumed it fell,
Into the brown, pungent swell,
My phone makes me sigh,
Reminds me of the lies,
Falling from the lips,
Of politicians and their quips,
Of security and faith,
And the nation the wraith,
My phone, to me, bleats,
Over and over repeats,
The dance of the honeybee,
Whispering promises to me,
Of sweet nectar and pollen,
Upon my ears, there, fallen,
My phone is the autumn rot,
Signaling death the winters brought,
Rustling in the breeze,
Where it bellows its sleeze,
Calling to me in time,
With that insidious chime,
It is my phone I despise,
For it only has cries,
Harboring only shame,
And an abundance of blame,
Of which none is for me,
Of which is reserved for thee.


Invino Veritas
8/26/15
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Purple

Purple

It was not me, it was the world,
That painted my sky,
My perfect sky,
And colored it green;
A far cry from Purple.
It was not me, it was the world,
That drowned my dreams,
My gorgeous dreams,
And soaked my fingers,
And froze them out Purple.
But it was me, certainly me,
Who swung the axe,
That terrible axe,
That smashed their columns,
Staining their steps Purple.
And alas it was me, most certainly me,
Who broke the ice,
That terrible ice,
That freed the dreams,
Changing the sky to Purple.

Invino Veritas
7/20/15
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Prometheus

Prometheus

Not my circus, not my monkeys,
I've got bigger fish to fry,
Eff your flag and eff your symbols,
There's no twinkle in this eye,
Eff your wagons and eff your cherries,
To Hades with convenient cares,
Part the waves and head for shore,
No history do we share,
Eff your battles and eff your cannons,
Blast your empty cries,
Swimming in a shallow pool,
Won't divert the ocean's tide,
But hand in hand and heart to heart,
Draws no monsters to the beach,
So eff your pitchforks and eff your torches,
No heavens are your's to reach,
No angels' wings in nightly dreams,
Only devils while you sleep,
The whispers of a demon's tale,
Are the memories that you'll keep,
A pestilence of filth and fury,
A dragon's breath you'll spout,
When looking to share your malcontent,
With every monster that you sprout,
So eff your demons and eff your nightmares,
Eff the reciters of ancient tomes,
Eff your surly expectations,
And leave the monsters and me alone.


Invino Veritas
6/24/15
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Fanboy

Fanboy

Nothing's quite romantic,
As what we've never had,
Protesting every catastrophe,
As if it makes you mad,
You're quite the little banshee,
Professing filth and hate,
Destroying all the ignorance,
With which you masturbate.

Invino Veritas
4/28/15
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Letter from the Editor

A Letter from the Editor

...so to speak...

I have decided to take down some old articles I wrote a couple years ago for Real Story Publishing. These articles will no longer be available on this site. I've done this for a couple of reasons, but probably the most dominant reason is that, at least for the majority of those articles, I no longer feel that way. Some time ago, I got too involved with politics and news, and frankly, I was blind to the way the news media manipulated me with the fear and the outrage tactics to keep me hooked. It's easy to do. We want to stay informed. We want to keep abreast of the things that interest us, but it's a vicious cycle.

The internet is the greatest invention since, well, probably the printing press. But it is not without its faults either. After all, how many of us have used a printing press recently? Nobody? Exactly. In context, the problem with the internet is it allows us to seek out and find information about those things we want to understand better. The downside to this is it allows us to seek out and find information that affirm our beliefs. Left to our own devices, the majority of us will get tunnel vision and ONLY look for information that affirms our beliefs. The good part about that is that once you realize how it happens and what it looks like when it happens, you become immune to it as long as you take the time and make the efforts to exercse the skill necessary to accomplish a quality discrimination of information.

So, I quit political commentary with articles. I still listen to news occasionally. I've come to realize that the media has lied in making people think that you can only be conservative or liberal. I now realize that, at least in context once agin, the landscape isn't back and white. The world doesn't work that way. We aren't all of two minds. You know who does it all the same way? Clones. Sheep. Cattle. Monkeys. Insects. Even Nature knows that does't work, so it creates mutations and diverts from its own rules and paths.

So, I got out.

I'm tired of all the hate, the fear-mongering, the unnecessary drama. I'm not saying you shouldn't worry. In fact, I'm not telling you what to do at all. That's YOUR decision. I'm just telling you why I took down eighteen articles I published a couple years ago at Real Story Publishing. There are plenty of bad things in the world, and I'll do my best to protect myself from those ugly things. But I'm not going to let them determine how I live. I'm still going to have fears, but I'm not going to let them rule my life. Moreover, the fear of global problems aren't the same as personal fears or local problems, are ethey? I'm not going to spend my time worrying about things ten tousand miles away. I'm not going to concern myself with what some fat, self-important collection of ignorant tits and ass in some reality TV show thinks or does. It's not relevant to the real world, and it's not relevant to me. My problems are my own, and frankly, my wheelbarrow is full. So, in the words of that silly internet meme:

"Ain't nobody got time for that!"

Thanks.

Invino Veritas
4/21/15
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