Tuesday, May 26, 2020

The Sound of Sirens

I haven't written a post in 2 years. 2 years. Too much has happened to state in one post. My dear, amazing father passed away 2 days after my last post and my life changed. I tied up all the loose ends to get his incredible graphic novel published and I'm working up a homemade Doc about him slowly. We have the Antichrist as President and may for life. I've been seeing an amazing girl from Uzbekistan for almost 3 years now. Twice my previous relationship record and she's a keeper. She completes me. The film I produced has been released and is killing it. We're in the midst of a Global Pandemic and, well, I've found the time to write again. Perhaps more later, but here are a few recent thoughts on the main matter at hand:  

One hundred thousand deaths. 100,000. 100k. Human life. Cherished life. People, like you and me, just trying to live their lives. So many of these deaths could have been averted, but we have a President devoid of humanity. Devoid of empathy. An Administration devoid of strategy. Devoid of leadership. And yet he golfs. And yet he shamelessly campaigns for 4 more years of our short lives to demean, divide, waste our time and conquer what's left of the truth and our threadbare Democracy. And yet he will stop at nothing to steal the upcoming election. A genocidal maniac who doesn't comprehend the tree of life and life itself. My heart breaks seeing that NY Times front page today, which Trump will call, if he hasn't already "fake news from the failing NY Times". Vote this ogre out of office and into a padded cell in a row where he must await the same fate he has carelessly and recklessly imposed on 100,000 (and counting) innocent souls.  


A video I made about the truth (or lack thereof).  

If you believe Trump took that drug you’ll believe anything. He’s lying, as he does about absolutely everything all of the time and has every single waking moment of every day 365 days a year of his entire miserable, selfish life. He’s trying to get a rise out of people and for it to rise as he’s invested in it financially. Now if did or does take it, great. Just let him croak already and spare us the agony of his hideous existence. 

The Sound of Sirens 

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to stay up all night again 
Because a lack of vision softly creeping 
Left its greed while I wasn’t sleeping 
And the lack of vision that was planted in their brains 
Still remains
Within the sound of Sirens 

In restless dreams I walk alone 
Harrowed streets full of drones 
'Neath the halo of a hospital lamp 
I pull my mask tight to the cold and damp 
When my eyes are stabbed by the flash of a neon light 
Spit in the Covid night 
And rush the sound of Sirens  

And in the half-baked light I saw 
One hundred thousand people dead, maybe more 
People talking without masks 
Not hearing despite asked 
People gathering in throngs make choices never share 
And no one dares 
Disturb the sound of Sirens 

"Fools, " said I, "You do not know 
Sirens, like cancers, grow 
Hear Fauci’s words that he might teach you 
Arms length 6 feet that cannot reach you"
 But his words, like virus droplets fell 
And echoed in the Hell, of Sirens 

And the people bow and pray 
To the orange god each day 
And the sign flashed out its warning 
In the wards that it was storming 
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the 
ICU walls and in their crowded halls" 
And blare in the sounds of Sirens 

* I’m fully aware that I’m not the first to parody the words of this great Simon and Garfunkel song, nor do I care, and I surely won’t be the last. I haven’t read or watched a single version of them. These just came to me this sleepless morning while the never ending Sirens blared from outside my window... 

Lastly, if you support a 2nd turbulent term of Donald Trump and his cadre of bumbling, bolshie Genocidal Kakistocrats, you may as well just go out and have your Coronavirus and eat it too. 




 “Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others...” 
-Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 


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