‘This Is Not America’

“This is not America
Shala la la la
A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare
Too long
For this is not a miracle
There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
For this is not America
This is not America
This is not
Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals
To the ground
So bloody red tomorrows clouds
A little piece of you
The little piece in me
Will die
For this is not America
There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea
For this is not America
This is not America
This is not
This is not America
This is not
This is not America”
…written by David Bowie–Pat Metheny—Lyle Mays

The time has come and gone…The getting there is wrong…Simple—eyes close and motion—start and stop and destinations—gain…Talking gone—of Folding Space—and Worm Hole—and speeds-of-light…Simply—eyes close—motion starts—the starting—the stopping and destinations—remain. Motion often starts—with mind reach—time teach—‘cross space—endless melds—of  somewhere else—confusions—solutions—and elsewhere when—other places matters—the matter. Appearance—deceive—in eyes twinkle—shift drifts—when net folk—study—and others find appearing—to be ahead—in places—too far behind—to matter…

Granite rims—stone mountains—five hundred miles—too high to scale—too far to sail. And! For many times—the rhythm—rhymes and over—begins and ends—forever. Domed pockets of air—care—little—when space turns—into—miles too long—and distances—too wrong..Look for those—spaces—between the stars—feel shape dance—touch mind—heart beeps—‘cross misty ways—and beyond—far reach—‘cross skies…We see—same light—you there—and here—almost everywhere—view point—angled or dangled—jangled—still same—‘donchaknow’?

What occurs—when appearance shifts—only to deceive? ‘Shifters’ time lies—and—space-place —people-in-charge appearing—to-be-in-charge—are people—being studied by—people appearing to—be ‘not-in-charge.’ And! Let another Dance-with-no-sound—begin!

Our Freedom of Assembly—Our Freedom to Speak—our Freedom—Our Rights—Our Hopes and our—Coming together—to speak our Communal minds—whether Right—whether wrong—must be a something—wishing for—dreaming for—forever dying for—“in three quarter time” —and…And! Are freedoms expressed—often—as “mindless babble-rabble-razzle-dazzle—words of conflicted—conflicts—‘scorched-the-ground’—beliefs—that governments and authority in-places—spaces—there-to-here—are ‘worse-than-ever’—and—that all actors set-to-dance- ‘cross—stages-of-freedoms’—fading rings—are complete—only if ‘very good or very bad?’

Freedom Speak must continue—with too much—too volatile—too dark—to see—for-if-not— punctuate the—perpetually fearful—failures’—of ‘Dreamscapes’ past—present and future—reminding ‘master-crafters’—of lost-words-towards—obvious terminations—while—loud voices destroy reasons—to be-to see—or closely resemble and assemble—coming together—with the discovery—of communal ‘Mindspeak’…Wondering if creations—the FCC—a Congress-of-mysteries—or the Government of Federal Speak will test—the ways-of-means to ‘abridge’ our already purchased—precious “Freedom of the Press.” This World of Fear—Created by Control—created by Money—and peopled by Ignorance will cause Freedoms to be ‘abridged’…Please Remember! Government is not created for ‘Freedom’—Government only exists to—‘Control.’

We are all Children of this Universe—And! We have the Right to Be—Everywhere…

And! Beautiful you are…