STUPID CLOUD #3

History, that joke everybody invites into their minds,

like taking medicine to keep us sick, to promote

the cloudiness there, was last seen for the hoax

it is shortly after two back-to-back world wars

destroyed forever our faith in each other and

we in the USA forgot that all the Giants before

had fucked things so badly we could not bear to

look at what had been done in the names of our

flags and the USA obediently took its turn as

lords of destiny for all mankind.

Hey, you have to remain convinced of a cloud of stupidity

to suffer this world's countless laughable images. Nations

are imaginary. All of them, not just the other guy's. Yours!

There is no cloud where your information is stored. You think

that way simply because you believe yourself to be unworthy

of freedom. Undeserving of real strength. You are your only

hope for an escape from the programmed nuthouse.

One nut at a time.

I heard an intelligent man speak recently of what it means to be.

an American. He is capable. Has lots of money. He is a boss.

Yet he chooses to speak of clouds that do not exist. What it means to be

an American? Only someone who is willing to falsify a presentation

to others will talk in such a manner.

Nobody is American. The ones who call themselves that have the least

right of all to the name.

We are all of us simply individuals. We are what the wind says we are.

Listen. Ask, instead, what does it mean to be alive? Fail in this and

remain in the nuthouse. A place anything can happen.

Many inside the circle of nuts have promised to straighten out the circle

of idiots from inside it. They write greed driven memos and books and

hold seminars and lead retreats and give sermons and speeches while they

live off the war.

What the Hell good is that?

How, pray tell, can a greedy man teach another greedy man

to stop being greedy?

Okay, the country song goes,

“I'll be at peace when they lay me down”

But, listen, should you fail to find the peace

you wish for before death, how you gonna find

it as a skeleton?

I mean, if you cannot find it with a living brain

tied to a living heart...and a lantern...and both

hands...well, what have you to complain about?

STUPID CLOUD #2

We tell ourselves we like not having a choice

that we do what we do because we have to,

everybody does. We insist upon it!

We know as children we learned to deny what we truly want

in order to avoid the pain of not getting it. Remember?

We pay pros to convince us we can do no better.

We repeat it to ourselves in mantras of song

Greed gremlins who lick their chops

rub their hands together

laugh their asses off

They see us play along

We dance on cue to a tune played by a non-existent

piper, then

we pay somebody else to get

our kicks for us.

We serve an unseen master

give it names but have no idea how close it is, the bastard

its allure seems irresistible

we listen, charmed, as if...

Who are we?

That mirage told us in secret we had to stand by while

they stole something we didn't need and covered it up.

We went along.

And we have been going along since at a quickened pace.

We are the rabble that watches. But

who are we really?

We are like a lost bunch.

With a map to paradise that we believe to be the true one

who want to go there

but who do not know where we are

so for us the map

is useless

So, instead of going to the trouble of finding out where on that map

we are we just pick any road and follow it and forget the destination.

We know as children we learned to deny what we truly want

in order to avoid the pain of not getting it. Remember?

Once Upon The Stupid Cloud

Who are we, Cloudy Minds?

Is that really who you are?

Existence seen by us if at all through a glass darkly?

It is as if You and I are being hypnotized.

Continually are we being kept under a form

of hypnosis we call our greed which we think

makes us human. In actual practice it has made

us inhumane.

We are made to think we have to vote for the candidates

of Mister Greed's choice. We do not. We have a choice

of our own to make. More about that later. 

Nothing, and I mean it, nothing will ever be as good as this moment

you are rich if you own it

To remember: my definition of a disaster is any moment I lose consciousness of the love that is in my heart that cannot be taken from me by any circumstance in the world. To be unconscious of that means disaster is already on its way. I can count on it!

LOVEMAKING

What I never liked about lovemaking is

that I am expected to get up from the bed

and go

back into a world where no love can be found

and pretend it's a tough life

I never wanted to do that.

An old story

has been told around the earth since the time of Adam and Eve. It goes: There is a white wolf and a black wolf inside of each human being. They are at war. Whichever one I feed is going to win.

If one is going to speak of God, the first thing to be decided is: which God? The God you made up in your mind or the God that created you?

If one is going to answer the quest for who am I? The first question to be decided is: which you? The one you created in your thinking or the one created by God?

After a tragedy the question asked by loved ones of the victims is Why does God permit such awful things to happen? The real question is why did God permit us to go outside and play?

I prefer to tell that it is like there is a two headed wolf and a single headed wolf inside us, whichever we feed is going to be stronger.

War is the consequence of following the instruction from a two headed God. Like a coin. On practically the first page of the Bible it is told that all our troubles right up to today are the consequences of folly. That folly is deciding what is right and what is wrong in a perfect world. What can the True God do? I find it to be so simple to return to the Garden anytime I stray. Give up to love's exact moment as it is.

These are only words. I write this for myself. I write to learn. I write to discover. I write to show that it is all up to me for I am the blessed child of perfection. It began with a simple stabbing statement from a once homeless old woman who had found a graceful way to live. She told me, “God don't make no junk.”

For my part, I want to know for myself. Am I enough? If I am, what have I been waiting for?

Jon Harvey Smith