Catch Me If You Can

If one was well enough to do everything one needed to do, to get relief one sought,

then one wouldn’t need the help he needs in the first place, would he?

Life is Catch 22 of the universe

He said, “I don’t understand why you insist on helping him,”

“I want to,” I said, “It’s a feeling I have to do and want to.

What difference does it make to you?”

While we waste time on bullshit

Epiphany strikes suddenly, a new sight, an oversight

The answer to the question that makes evil disappear

Warnings served years ago now come into play with global warming

Ignoring criticism about forefathers back in the day of humanity

Helps me to glimpse the truth that we'll never get away

Now technology makes it impossible to hide away

Know our religion, knows when we pray

Tracked by GPS, our cell phones, credit cards tracked, petition signing

Usage tallied and compiled daily

Threats to control humanity

Trickle down abuse flourishes

I try to spread the good word today

To foster peace in a world of abuse

Hope propagates, knowledge widens the scope,

more of us see the trickle down abuse encompassing earth

Come see, you know whom I mean! They ~ the big they, you know who they are,

They will not give us back this  great glorious land.
They fight for coin and silver.

Slowly we go to slaughter, like pigs, goats and cows,
we kill ourselves in their sham.

Forced to pay more than our share of taxes
It’s only paper you know, no more gold in Fort Knox
and, while the Masonry leads our government

Symbols lurk every place when you see

Small insidious devious concerns surround us, controlled

By society, daily news, TV, our jobs families, and our conscience

Our desires prevent our seeing

Facebook and twitter rule you can’t see

Enough to spin your head, dizzy, can’t comprehend why facebook

warns one not to add a lot of friends, you can only add so many each night

Isn’t adding friends a boon to Facebook?

Every day it becomes more difficult to understand the world I’m living in

They are not going to give our land back

If we don’t fight for our rights,
if we don’t take  back from the usurpers who have stolen our planet,
we can’t inherit the earth by common assent,
agree our land is not sold for gold, this land is god’s gift,
is not ours to give or buy, but to love and care for like we do our children …

This land is your land,

This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

I DONT' GET IT

If one was well enough to do everything that one needed to do to get the relief that one needed, then one wouldn’t need the help that one was attempting to get in the first place, would he?
Life is a Catch 22 of the universe.
He said, “I don’t understand why you keep on helping him.”
“I want to,” I said, “It’s a feeling I have to want to. What difference does it make to you?”
Meanwhile we waste time on bullshit. Suddenly it hits me how controlled our lives are. What served as warnings years ago has now come into play. We ignored the critics of our forefathers back in the day.
We’re tracked by GPS. Our cell phones and our credit cards are tracked. Their usage tallied and compiled daily. We’re forced to pay more than our share of taxes while the Masonry lead our government, their symbols lurking everywhere. Taxes were never meant for the small working class man like you and me, yet we pay our taxes every day, day after day.
Some refuse to see the small insidious ways we’re controlled by society and our jobs our families, our conscience which finally takes their place.
Now even Facebook and MySpace take charge and overwhelm me with enough rules to spin my head. Either I add too many or too little friends. They have trouble deciding. I’d think that adding friends would be a boon but Facebook and MySpace employees become dictators in another virtual reality.
It becomes more and more difficult to understand the world I’m living in.