text: "monsters from the id"
experience wins a narrow escape too often for cautions education…
“the bleat of oblivious sheep”.................................................................
i say it in my mind, thinking of soldiers, volunteers and the conscripted…
the deep blue sky flirted thru the oculus of the dome,
weaving in between rolling white clouds, casting its hue vertically
on the strong hardwood luster of the yellow birch.......
dutifully, the tended garden issued forth the stuff of life;
“weapons” of defense against the monsters of the id;
the same monsters that are kept fed by your laws and religions;
the endless series of rituals, profiteers and those who hate…
i imagine that to a theist, an agnostic would be an atheist…
fed by mountain snow,
the fireflies above the watered terrace are stars that twinkle here on earth…
[ i wanted this to have a pleasant ending ]…