a rowdy din

The human he loves him a good diversion, be it book sex running or television; that last one’s the worst for it pulls a soul in spellbinding with colors and a rowdy din. All plans and hopes crumble when its screen doth flash and hours are spent without bringing in cash and hours are spent with bum glued to the couch for lack of much movement one becomes a grouch. The cure is to jettison and throw away that T.V. set - not soon but now here today - and hone skills like just how to tell a story which must be done slowly not sped up or hurried. At least please don’t talk about shows that are good or how others simply must watch them and should get caught up on all of the action that blares between spots for companies selling their wares. The T.V. set cuts people off from their peers and keeps them divided for years upon years, and helps them think that talking heads tell the truth or that there were others besides John Wilkes Booth. So shut it off please at least but for a while and watch how your body responds with a smile and watch then your brain activate and reboot when vanished is that which is wasteful at root.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

dark & discreet

To fascist drumbeaters like Trump and Le Pen: we’re not at all surprised to see you again. Not more than a century back in the past was when we encountered and beat you at last but you showed up here in our calm midst again with confidence saying who’s foe and who’s friend. The masses you fool with a message of hate and promises to make brown folks emigrate but once wed with power corrupted you’ll be will drench in blood these shores from sea back to sea. Now fear stokes a fire that only is fed by listening to voices up in the head that champion anger and champion spite corrupting the ego both morning and night. This will not end pretty this will not end well and soon we’ll be swept into a right-wing hell where anyone who dares to strike or speak up will quick taste the heel of a jack-booted thug. With basic rhetoric and too-simple terms these wax-paper leaders the principles spurn upon which their nations long functioned and turned aloof to the lessons that history learns. So up now in unison we can defeat most any opponent or foe we might meet with methods bold brash brazen dark & discreet be it through the wires or out in the street. All antifa red-shirts anarchists and such who value their freedoms and value them much: let’s shake off the shackles of madness and hate and that without dally lest we be too late.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

stomach and stones

The whir of the chain in its oft-shifting track the wind in the hair and the sun on the back the city’s streets telling a crack-ridden tale of paved-over valleys and paved-over vales. From oceanside cliff-face to foot of skyscraper does many a cyclist day in and out caper for exercise business or shits and giggs while dodging all manner of fast-moving rigs. With grit in the stomach and stones in the sack there’s not much in daring or courage they lack so keep one eye peeled for that velocipede aware to their presence without too much speed.

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a softer retort

All actions they echo with certain import either with a loud or a softer retort. We know not the reach of the ripples they cause or if they merge split compound or ever pause or if they exist as faiths often do claim and if they’ve the power to heal or to maim. Energy is eternal it cannot abate it radiates outward through through cloth bone and cell and passes then onward through Earth’s very core then on to such reaches we’ve not reached before. Each thought thought and each gesture made into the great webbing around us is played not mute but eternal not weighty but pure yet of its import one can never be sure. Therefore feed not demons but witness them when they crawl from the depths of the ego’s own den to feast on the sadness and feast on the pain - pull back then and give those foul creatures not patience nor ground but witness them fully from crown back to base until their dark power doth slowly abate.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

stumble and teeter

Dear Bali is calling from hither and yon and all that I want is to go there anon. With t-shirt and headline wherever I look even on the cover of a stranger’s book reminds the divine where my soul’s true home lies so fair to the senses the skin nose and eyes. I shall go back either to wrap up affairs to settle their and maybe peddle some wares with a tiny woman and children in tow who stumble and teeter when slowly they go. This now is the crux-point where whorphan must choose to buck and win for once rather than lose, for winning’s a matter of steel in the spine; and staying well silent; and clearing the mind.

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