Revisionist Blues Going Rainbow

The Declining Dayze of the Emotion Cops
(Clouds Disappearing into the Sky)

The 500th holocaust report of this year
Prooving once and again they
Exceeded Christ in suffering as a chosen people,
Just got broadcast and some tears did flow.

I remembered gypsies, gays, Russian peasants and Africans,
As I usually do,
And a litany of knee jerk rebuttals,
And then I stalemate and shrug, and carry on
Wondering what truth this holocaust missive displaced
And whether I might have needed that information.

I am a guest on this corporate world
Cause I question the emotion cops and cannot believe them.
But as I grow older and keep eating MacDonalds,
My contrary nature mellows into corporate usefulness,
Inevitably becoming a gift to my former foes.
Nonetheless, my mortality stains that gift
And circumstances of “Right Living” can creep in
And prevail scattering the spooks into the light
Opening fresh pathways to the faithful,
So that the meek can inherit the earth.

I mean, getting biblical as a Buddhist can have some benefits.
My teacher, in a dream, said I should write about this,
But where in hell does Buddha fit into the Abrahamic vision.
No where as far I can tell.

It seems there is not enough emotion to go around
Yet Buddha says emotion is just human exhaust, smog,
Only worth clearing up,
Using meditative silence as the key.

So where the hell does a Buddhist get off writing to Christians and Jews,
Forget Muslims, they are totally out of it.
Well the spooks (emotion cops) back up the system,
Maybe they can hear the Dharma storyline.

Faith and emotion, pen to paper;
I will try to write and rattle this cosmic saber,
Not to fight, but to come to terms with the emotion cops
And help them out of a tight situation

For want of more concentrated cynicism and cultural focus
The emotion cops are our god for the scattering of truths
And their domain is extant, commercials.
Commercials should tell the truth but they dont.
Statisticians should tally energy consumption producing all corporate products,
But they wont,
It is not good for business.
So computers are used to rationalize resource destruction.
The emotion cops are saved a demeaning chore
Of actually feeling the pain of wealth extraction
And that is their loss and has become our plight.

Industrial applications continue to approach the speed of light
While humanity’s dysfunctional dialogue with the natural elements
Lays awkwardly prone in the wake,
Not privy to Progress’s incestuous drone,
The chanting heart beats of rational synchronicity
Fuel emotions and drive demagogues to conquer.

The emotion cops would die if they woke up from their dream,
But they don’t wake up.
They surf the endless deadlines that eddy humanity,
Bliss full, indulgent, in their cathedral of incubated hopes and fears,
Visualizing a receding horizon as their goal,
Old age and death the dreaded foe.

As debris piles and the transport corridors get crowded and smaller,
Emotion cops hack at their own bloodlines
With a knee jerk cruelty that exponentially increases as claustrophobia sets in.

Guess what?
If cell phones don’t do it then the old standby of nuclear radiation
Will have to do.
Some how their magic just ain’t the same.
Especially when docile elements bark back.
The well leavened electronic dough must not bake.
Expectations feed so much better than the truth.
Emotion cops keep the truth to themselves.
If only they knew what to do with it.

Emotion cops are our inheritance as a species.
If we kill our selves by letting go of our destiny
Even though we pretend to be captured by their tricks,
We were never chained by their devices
And there will be no blame to cast or savor.

We on this planet are becoming real noisy,
An agonized sea of echoes staked in outer space
We are radiating a hellish dimension
An irreversible pain amplifier
Rendered by our manifold works.

We are becoming cosmic victims caught in our own ignorance
As our planet hurtles on in infinite time.
The winds of karma will swallow our cacophony
Leaving nary a ripple of remembrance.

The emotion cops don’t go here.
It is not their domain.
Buddha goes here, lives here and finds heaven here.
So does God, I have heard.

Rockets in space can’t dent the sky.
Laser satellites burning up villages in Palestine
Makes emotion cops drool with lust.
But that’s like looking back on Sodom while
Knocking on heaven’s door.
The further they will fall
And the deeper and darker will be their trajectory.

Emotion cops will wake up.
That is my prayer.
They should put aside the electronic hand bag
And set us on course for peaceful purposes.
It will take a lot of work but some of us will make it.

Let’s set the emotion cops straight.
By staying in the moment,
Their leeches and ticks will fall away.
We can get off the grid and talk to the sky.
It’s the biggest mirror we’ve got.

Emotion cops are earth bound
So kissing the sky sets you free,
To find a peaceful light filled trajectory
And to travel on beyond the birth rite to
celestial happiness.

Universal good times.
Resolution to perplexing mortality,
And our sanctuary to contemplate the Infinite.



Amen.