Thought

Thought is an unsciencable entity, like outer space. So little is truly known and so much potential lies in discovery.

The dangerous part of thought is that it is so easily malleable, so easily manipulated and corruptible. I’m talking about socially accepted brainwashing by the brainwashed themselves. It becomes a constant cycle; the mindfucked mindfucking the mindfucked.

All that surrounds me, surrounds you, is a manifestation of thought. We have this need to act on our thoughts, as if thinking makes it real, when thought is vapor.

Here, hold this thought in the flesh of your hand.
Bring it close to your eyes for a more detailed examination.
While it lingers before your face inhale the scent of it.
Reach out the tip of your tongue for a hesitant taste.
Turn your head and listen,
listen closer, harder, with some intention.
You hear nothing,
because thought escapes the senses, but longs to be defined by them.

But thought IS defined all around us
it is that building screaming urban planning at the sky
that car with the “W ‘04” bumper sticker crawling in the far right lane
thought is her hands on my face as she kisses me
that alley full of purposed graffiti looking to be viewed
thought is atom bombs and shock and awe
it is countries ravaged by AIDS and babies losing mothers
families losing homes
children losing love
bulletholes in concrete walls of the middle east
bulletholes in elementary schools in Detroit
thought is a Hollywood toupee burning out in a GTO
thought is fear
thought is freedom
we have the power of thought
but we pay for a free mind
we pay the brainwashed leaders
the brainwashed monotones
the brainwashed monotones/masses
we pay in souls, young and old
thought can put a price on a soul
thought puts a price on an inner city education
a lower price than an unnecessary invasion of another country
thought is a white middle-aged man smiling as he fucks you up the ass
we’re talking humiliation with no retaliation
because thought closes eyes as it closes mouths and mutes voices with a little button on a remote
this is how far gone we are
this is how much we have to make up
how much shit we have to trudge through

thought slides a gun in my hand
points it at the sky
at your heart
at my temple
thought wants to kill wants to save wants to heal humiliate heal
it is everywhere
and it is everything
but it exists as nothing material
but its affects are everything tangible

* * * * *
this feeling
thoughts bigger than this planet
no audience to understand
and I am
unadaptable
to some local shit
some country-fried politico
don’t you know
this mind cannot be contained
and its power has been untapped
cause I am bursting at the root
ready to flip shit over
and blow up all of your perceptions
into new territory
to be re-ordered
re-organized
into should’ve been
and supposed
to
be
my brain has answers
but no one asks the questions
unharnessed
will I waste away?
my mind rotting in taxes and faxes
drifting in a cube of cubicles
of six-sided squares
think multi-dimensionally
you fucked in the mind puppet
who pulls your strings?
do you even care?

there is a small group of people in this world thinking for themselves
thinking outside rigid definitions
and cutting accusations
we are undefined
waiting for a revolution to sweep us into history
like a big world hugging itself
with shanks in our backpockets
ready to slice peace to shit
and serve it in a neatly sectioned metal tray
as we line up
and line up
for ritual bullshit feeding time.
we look for our revolution in movie theaters
and corporate owned radio
in the “I’m Feeling Lucky” Google button
and the cover of TIME motherfucking magazine.
Hollywood will tell me when it’s time
Snoop Dogg with light a spliff like a starter pistol
and it will begin
the planned, machine constructed, overthrow of the machine
serving only to use the people as the scapegoat for the destruction so the power can rebuild their construct bigger badder and with sharper teeth
teeth dripping with citizenship blood
broken limbs and titanium hearts
in a pile at the base of the structure
discarded last season models of humanity
we make ourselves to be indestructible
and when we break
we don’t question the maker
we question the product, the symptom
feed ourselves pills
and wash it down with middle eastern oil
and an HIV positive chaser
that pill is control
and you
we
swallow it with relief
with a thumbs up and a “how ya doin” smile
blind fucking optimism
like a missile defense shield
protecting america from her foes
when her biggest foe sits with his middle finger on some red destroy-the-world button
as he jacks himself off in his oval shaped office
and thinks of fucking condoleeza rice up the ass

what time is it?
ask yourself
think beyond the clock on your cellphone
do you understand that time never runs out?
there is no running OUT of time
time is bottomless and endless
it will go on with you
it will go on without you
with me, and without me
what the fuck am I gonna do about it?

June 2005

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