Magic land

(My very first poem, from years ago, inspired by my discovery of the 9/11 lie. Genesis 50:20 – “But as for you, ye thought evil against me; [but] God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as [it is] this day, to save much people alive.)

Magic bullets change direction,

Suspect shot on live TV,

Magic fires deter erection,

Buildings fall symmetrically.

A magic box reveals it all.

It’s Magic Land, where leaders feel,

They must confess they don’t recall.

Oh still our thoughts oh magic box,

Dull us of eternity.

Fill us full of pure sensation,

Stuffed with temporality.

Feed us fragments, bits and pieces,

Crafted stories day by day.

Conjure up some magic bad,

That magic good can take away.

As our minds fuse with your fiction,

Gasp we, for our imagined breath,

Our lives a growing contradiction,

Flesh and spirit obsolesced.

Magic Land

is

 Magic bullets change direction, suspect shot on live TV,

Magic fires deter erection, buildings fall symmetrically.

A magic box reveals it all. It’s Magic Land, where leaders feel,

 They must confess they don’t recall.

Oh still our thoughts oh magic box, dull us of eternity.

Fill us full of pure sensation, stuffed with temporality.

Feed us fragments, bits and pieces, crafted stories day by day.

Conjure up some magic bad, that magic good can take away.

As our minds fuse with your fiction, gasp we, for our imagined breath,

Our lives a growing contradiction, flesh and spirit obsolesced.

Magic Land

Cucumber Lodge

is

 Magic bullets change direction, suspect shot on live TV,

Magic fires deter erection, buildings fall symmetrically.

A magic box reveals it all. It’s Magic Land, where leaders feel,

 They must confess they don’t recall.

Oh still our thoughts oh magic box, dull us of eternity.

Fill us full of pure sensation, stuffed with temporality.

Feed us fragments, bits and pieces, crafted stories day by day.

Conjure up some magic bad, that magic good can take away.

As our minds fuse with your fiction, gasp we, for our imagined breath,

Our lives a growing contradiction, flesh and spirit obsolesced.

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Justice Approaching

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Two score and ten the myth of my time

One sacred mystery specialty crime

To all of those watchers who just go along

Both then and now ignoring what’s wrong

Bury now rightly your head in the sand

I found out the hard way their unholy plan

Uncovered the truth with God’s help in due time

The powers that be and their cruel pantomime

And to all of those who were part of the play

Though never convicted you will be one day

Just as you are now with lines such as these

Still hiding the truth that reality sees.