Servitude

Because it's simpler to be ignorant of the truth the media replaces it with the easier to digest propaganda and lies.   

Dreams are endlessly replayed to inspire the disaffected and lonely with homilies and sermons about fables and faith in eternal life in paradise.

Grim shadows of misfortune gather to deceive the light on dark and mournful days.

The emptiness when there's nobody left but regret to resent.

A haven for rich hypocrites but purgatory for the poor.

Blame and shame intertwine like guilty lovers.

Self-indulgent sermons by sanctimonious hypocrites and bigots.

Signposts leading nowhere in a desert of opportunities.

A ation incapable of accepting blame or responsibility for its crimes against humanity.

Dovetailed days cobalt skies windows watching seagulls screaming above an ocean echoing yesterday's laughter.

A pedigree of pride in a variety of vices.

The fantasy of Christianity continues to defy reality.

The best times were holidays when the sun shined on sand and sea flecked with white on lazy days wading out then the cold shock of diving under before swimming then emerging a stranger among the sunbathers.

Fading in the morning sun an autumn leaf floats towards eternity.

On the edge of uncertainty the darkness of doubt obscures the light of reason.

Propaganda denies the truth to create lies.

An ocean of memories good and evil washed clean as a cuttlefish dissolved ny the sea.

Naked walks the crowded hour dislocated from the day watched by eyes magnified by the sky.

The mist flees grizzling rain and bleached trees where deception clings with legitimate lies that decompose like well-bred souls.

Duplicity is best expressed as news on the Internet.

You can view biased TV read newspapers watch bad movies or YouTube trash listen to sanctimonious sermons from god fearing pedophile priests and learn that white is dirty if you're unlucky enough to be sleeping rough.

Sanctimonious pastors preach sermons to congregations of enthusiastic bigots.

No need for logic to believe in miracles or have faith in fables.

The planet is polluted by plastic and stupidity by the mass of humanity.

The holy ghost is as real as the myth of divinity or the hoax of eternal life in paradise.

They flee like lemmings from their government's duplicity.

The truth is there for all except fools to seek.

A life spent wondering, learning yearning but finding only artificial reasons.

Silence denies duty the right to contradict.

The insanity of fantasy dreams and aspirations hiding from reality.

The surreptitious theft of goodness leaves shame behind for someone else's crime.

A decaying society contaminated by evil complacently corrupt and hypocritical with a culture of vice and drug abuse governed by Zionism bureaucratic vermin pedophiles and Satan worshippers.

The afternoon gave way shyly to a timid twilight fading towards futility.

The frigidity of a calculated kiss where smiles are forced and the laughter harsh in the wilderness with wasted words jostling to be heard.

A plantation of peasants flounder helplessly in a sea of mud.

Would you dare to blow the whistle on Bathhouse Barry vote for someone as corrupt as Trump watch a horror flick inside the Vatican advertise the lies of Nancy Necromancy or play monopoly with Homicide Hillary?

The rantings of evangelists compete with sermons and absolution for sinners by pedophile priests from the Satanic Vatican for faith in the myth of Christianity.

Souls that believe in myths that don't exist holy ghosts and haunted hoaxes have earned the right to eternal life in paradise.

Don't doubt Darwin's integrity ye of little faith who believeth in miracles.

The waves were artificial and the water a synthetic hue. I sat inside the cloying heat and humidity of the steam room. An old man grim as sin shuffled in and sat nearby. Drained with droplets of sweat sliding down my nose I rose and left. I sat inside the spa where jets of air created bubbles in the air. Kids their bodies gleaming screamed gyrated and dived. Impressive hunks made waves as they churned through the water. I began swimming laps laboriously on my back. An Asian lady swam indominatably towards me like a kamikaze. When I began to kick she veered abruptly away.

Sane and crazy Americans not in prisons are free to kill for profit or pleasure execute brothers and sisters mothers and lovers or rape and sacrifice babies to Satan.

Beauty stays ageless unmoved by yearnings addicted to the past.

We cannot think the thoughts of others or dream their dreams.

resentful dreams dark as night sprinkled with seeds of hate beside bleeding trees.

Leave hope behind when you die and ash or bones as your legacy.

Truth is a product the media buys then repackages as propaganda half-truths and lies.

The image of a happy child killed at Gaza will never fade or Zionism's everlasting shame.

amid the detritus of wasted words unspoken thoughts float by unhampered by wind or tide.

The past is where unhappy memories and old ambitions lie like bones unable to decompose.

Doubts appear as cracks in the facade of reality and as ripples on a lonely sea where only the tides and time can be believed.

Invisible eyes motivated by fear probe and segregate shadows individually by size.

Fantasy flees familiarity towards insanity.

Political schemers and deceivers exist in the theatre of dreams where lies are sanitised amd laundered doubts dissolved into the sludge of sophistry and crimes transformed into virtues until the curtain falls.

On a dreary day knees cringe inside a bloated bus splashing over a wayward road beside hunched figures stumbling beside houses bathed in cascading rain.

Bacon and eggs for breakfast add 'h' to ate before departing. Threats of violence add 'f' to ear in the afternoon. Paranoia alone at home add 'd' to read before retiring.

The bus to Saigon was three hours late for the jolting seven hour ride over potholed roads constantly tooting meandering motorcycles passing vestiges of jungle thatched and rusty shacks while a large TV blared a comedy routine as we squeezed past trucks and helmeted riders with pretty girls as pillion passengers until we finally arrived gliding like somnambulists through endless city streets.

Weird ethereal sounds resonate somewhere in outer space funereal in the scented air where mere mortals hesitate ogled by demented ghouls clad in shrouds and party hats as an urbane undertaker draped in black advertises no deposit, interest free caskets immediately available for the bereaved or for the thrifty the nifty low interest Heavenly installment plan.  

A coin in the jukebox Spinning discs 'Can you remember when first we met?' Crooners Plaintive yearnings Faded faces 'We thought we were free scornful of authority.' At a cafe 'That summer I saw you dancing barefoot in the moonlight impatient for love.' Together A ceiling fan slowly rotating Coffee stains Two pairs of eyes.

Glitterati obsessed with celebrity are lotus eaters determined to gain fame and notoriety by worshipping a goat or the tail of a fallen angel.

The curious gather and scatter platitudes like confetti at weddings or garden parties with serviette rings on a Saigon Street clogged with motorcycles unnoticed at funerals for hired assassins iconic heroes in a Broadway musical based on a theme of genocide in Iraq.

Little boys unsupervised genetically designed spontaneously play improvised games like actors with imaginary scripts depicting violent crimes as common themes reflecting personalities blooming slowly at the bottom of the street.

An Aussie digger killed in battle but disinclined to die returns as a specter to the front line. Draped in a tattered flag he yells 'Remember Vietnam, lads and how we went all the way with LBJ.' 'Never forget the fight for peace with George in Iraq and Afghanistan.' 'Kill the enemy men to secure our heritage and pride in US foreign policy and gung ho genocide.'

Prayer may be good for the soul where religion is a myth Satan a scam and evil is real.

The logic of insanity insulated from reality by barricades of deceit.

The CIA kidnaps and traffics children for elite pedophiles to sexually abuse.

Cross dressing drag queens mix with drug dealers users and the homeless on the streets governed by psychopaths who traffic kids for sex worship Satan and program Americans to believe the truth is a lie.

Your opinion matters in leftover moments between images of breakfast cereals merging with a speeding sedan along an empty highway another mass school shooting and a black man shot dead by police while resisting arrest with a water pistol.

The sky was cobalt blue seagulls floated or landed on damp sand beside the sea lapping over the footprints of passing feet. Dark filaments of weed lay drying near tiny shells and jellyfish blobs below the lumpy beach where bodies lay supine somnolent in the heat.

A glorious summer dawning over the awakening bay serene blue wavelets rolling, flowing as a canoe slides by speeding launches head out to sea the sky peers down through wispy clouds wafted by a caressing breeze a tanned lady strides purposefully by her long, dark hair flying behind preceded by a Labrador regally trotting as gulls swoop down and excitedly scream.

Garbage from Pox news by Nancy Pelosi with scenes of Liberals fucking zebras at the zoo and the Empty Award winning masterpiece Coitus with the Clintons to make your day.

Untrustworthy Sundays moving backwards towards eternity.

In Satan's own country hypocrites blessed with the minds of sewer rats stood in mock reverence hands over heartless chests mourning the death of a monster.

Prayer mkay be good for the soul in a world where religion is a myth Satan a scam and evil is real.

The logic of insanity insulated from reality by barricades of deceit.

Cluster bombs proudly made in America for sale to Saudi Arabia guaranteed to efficiently kill children more profitable than traditional shrapnell.

Bliss may exist inside a symphony or fly with wings of love like a bird.

Legacies of lies in man made myths miracles and Staanic symbols.

Illusions retreat from the debt of deceit towards a world of artifice vanity and insanity.

A glorious summer dawning over the awakening bay serene blue wavelets rolling, flowing as a canoe slides by speeding launches head out to sea the sky peers down through wispy clouds wafted by a caressing breeze a tanned lady strides resolutely by her long dark hair flying behind preceded by a Labrador regally trotting as gulls swoop and excitedly scream.

Prototypes of sophisticated software evolved into mechanical mutations with regressive genes man made brains with flashing lights designed to fleece the vulnerable.

Strobes yellow, pink and blue probe surreal faces shining eyes and swaying arms bouncing to a relentless rhythm hypnotized.

As the sky decays prancing dillettantes surface as parvenus peacocks on parade to tipple and consume like deprived sharks and trade obscenities with ornamental oysters defenceless on a plate.

Complacent faces belladonna beauties archetypes vapidly artificial carved from stone aloof and cold layered with conceit socially involved in animated conversations and reunions for gruff old boys and their wives exiles from childhood slightly tipsy with drinks to enjoy instead of toys ossified relics chatting hardly recognisable as students sitting in rows of old wooden desks programmed and classified formally taught how to play the game as proud members of the old boy's brigade.

Slow and lumpy swells littered with weed lazy, turgid and sulky solemnly rolling over corrugations in the shallows tepid after yesterday's sweltering heat exhausted and bloated under the gaze of a red emerging newborn sun. Swimming out to sea where distant launches sped towards the disappearing bay above fleecy clouds in a sky pure and baby blue returning to the shore where distant joggers loom larger in the shallows lapping the littered beach.

The obscenity of hypocrisy appeals to parvenus and politicians who like to pretend reality is a fallacy to avoid confusing ethics with avarice.

Vestal virgins sway to an orgam playing Bach as angels in bikinis cry ecstatically at the revelations of aberrant soothsayers proclaiming the divine right of pontiffs exorcists and evangelists to bless and beatify and gratify the wishes of cherubs, saints and satyrs.

Shadows doomed to fade betray the light on sad and gloomy days. The paranoia of a deluded mind feasts on myths of the miraculous kind. Ferocious beasts of ill repute have all it takes to run for president of the United States.

Evoking the taste of red tomatoes at meal times in the empty solitude of an afternoon meditating and reviewing yesterday's memories. A captive mind entangled as the past erupts in a crowded room and reflections from an incandescent sky shimmer under an arch of cerulean blue.

Electric light covers avenues of midnight trees Wagering Throwing dice They move and wander between themes of obscure dreams Passing time wondering waiting for tender flesh Barbecued pork The curve of a female form.

A pale ghost of dawn A grove of trees Without leaves A tracery of branches Bent and twisted Shades of gray On a grim, cold day.

An Aussie digger killed in battle but disinclined to die returns as a specter to the front line. Draped in a tattered flag he yells "Remember Vietnam, lads and how we went all the way with LBJ." "Never forget the fight for peace with George In Iraq and Afghanistan." "Kill the enemy, men to secure our heritage and pride in US foreign policy and gung ho genocide."

Icons moulded from clay preach sermons every Sunday served by courtiers who decomposed years ago. I deas desecrate minds defrosting inside deciduous heads sprouting floral tributesto the dead.

A clock strikes half past nine leaving images behind on eyeballs of grass growing in a park bloated joys and the buzz of love swimming like tadpoles in a goldfish bowl.

Untrustworthy Sundays moving backwards towards eternity.

Interrupted moments pass unnoticed on the edge of uncertainty with the turn of each page as logic retreats and waves of petulance impatiently beat against window panes.

Life began as green algae and eventually man appeared as God's creating represented on earth by the Satanic Vatican and the Rothschilds where people are programmed to believe only lies and propaganda but never the reality of deliberate campaigns of destabilisation terror and genocide.

A culture with a catalogue of greed and corruption poisons the people with propaganda American values hypocrisy and lies.

Bombs fall on Gaza and people die not once but countless times in the minds of humankind.

the breeze dies as the dusk turns to ash melancholy greys fade to black.

The prospect of pain hovers delicately between feelings of ambition and fear.

Love exists in Hollywood and spirits live inside crystal balls telling lies or as sermons about Jesus walking on water and dying for our sins ludicrously according to the word of God dictated by a worthy scribe about Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden somewhere in Utah instead of when life began after the big bang as green algae on a pond before man appeared and created a world of intolerance and strife controlled today by Christian barbarians who assassinate and slaughter with impunity to profit from the misery of others.

Images appear as blurred memories of sepulchral Sundays or sitting like dead meat being programmed.

The autopsy showed truth died of neglect many tears ago.

The emptiness of echoes silent and free from reason of old fears that taunt.

Open ended afternoons descend into mornings then ascend into uninhabited evenings.

Logon to the Internet scroll to images of ex-Cardinal Pell entering a prison cell Nancy Pelosi incoherent drunk as a skunk Ilian Omar who refused' to support Israel hate posts for Ocasio because she questioned Cohen who exposed Trump's crimes to the world and committed the gravest of sins telling the truth like Tulsi Gabbard who promoted peace instead of war with Venezuela and Yemen offending Saudi Arabia happily starving infants to death in Yemen and the Zionists murdering kids in Gaza.

A pretty day yawned in bedrooms dressing for melancholy mornings cooking for angry afternoons preparing for TV evenings.

There's nothing there behind the curtains but an empty chair no sermons to inspire or miracles to amaze.

The land of the free a paradox where hypocrites without ethics or moral principles cheat the people destabilise democratically elected nations install dictators persecute and terrorise.

Deciduous trees weep their leaves for times lost to soliloquies about US and Zionist atrocities.

Inside TV screens pretension posing as reality grooms the gullible with tabloid news quiz shows for fools and relentless replays to dull the senses.

Deware of masks hiding faces but not the eyes that scrutinise.

One gloomy day optimism wandered beside a highway bordered by sadness but lingered too long and was swallowed by the ocean.

A shadow of the unknown passes by then disappeared where the past slumbers dreaming blissful fanciful themes to awaken and see reality malevolently gloating.

The seed of greed evolves opportunistically as private enterprise in predatory minds empty of empathy remorse or regret for crimes against humanity.

Newly opened a sinkhole in suburbia where the faithful gather for a sermon by a satyr on Sunday preaching the economy of greed with love in the fight for peace and American values.

Memories merge with fantasies of what might have been then fade like autumn leaves.

In the Garden of Eden Adam and Eve live happily together in America waiting for Jesus to reappear and forgive their sins before finally dying at Abu Ghraib or Guantanamo Bay.