This poem was written and recited about 2013. It was posted to YouTube at that time. It can be found under my YouTube name Edvagg
We are all on the blunder bus.
All brandishing a blunderbuss
a blunderbuss.
Blowing out our brains
to the strains of
"We shall overcome"
There's a blunderbuss
of regulations
Coming from nervous nations
Be aware, cosmic care
Is there
The force that sets the course
The unconscious cosmic influence
Surges through humanity.
Devoid of vanity
Everybody cheers the blundering bus.
There's very few jeers for the blundering bus
Science drives the blundering bus
Its an atomic powered blunderbuss
Not the gun-powdered one of old
Ignorance is onboard the blundering bus
Parliamentary Acts are a blunderbuss
of regulations
They're coming from nervous nations
All designed to deploy and destroy
opponents that annoy
Don't despair, cosmic care
Is there.
The force that sets the course
The unconscious cosmic course
Surging through humanity.
Devoid of vanity
Sages throughout the ages
have written and still do
With this power of intuition
often thought taboo,
pages and pages of music
and verse
From their pen to you
Steering us from the god of reason
Throughout every season.
Here, from my pen to you
without further ado:
I'm cold in this cocoon of warmth.
I'm deflated in this pumped up world.
I'm not worshipping the god of reason
I'm considered unreasonable.
I'm looking in a cave but finding no monsters.
I'm looking to the mountains and see no gods.
The ancient spirits have abandoned us disbelievers.
No ancient altars of sacrifice to appease the gods.
But there are sacrifices.
With a stroke of a pen more powerful than
a bolt of lightning
a rainforest is sacrificed to the god of reason.
There's no native gods to pull us into line.
To smote us with plagues.
To point the bone at our unearthly throne.
They have been disposed of
Dispossessed.
Dismissed from their custodial duties.
There's great fears for the land they nurtured well
The land despairs
Rainfall repairs.
With the Gods gifts of bounteous rain
What do we do? Inflict more pain
What do we do? Gain more gain
For the gravy train
Its reasonable to run with the gods gifts
Its reasonable to run down rangelands
Its reasonable to run with excesses
Run a race horse
Run off to the races
Rearrange your faces
Run off the rails
Now, out of their twiggy forest pop holes.
Comes the afflicted addicted depicted as lost souls
The God of reason,* our new mythical monster
In the form of a blind mole surges forth
Emerges from the
Underground it haunts
Usurps these lost souls primitive urges
And begins its scourges
.
Like gaunt emaciated sheep they are sacrificed
Captured for the chop
Drained of every drop
of godliness
Resort to splurges
depraved urges.
Reasonableness resurges
No hunt, no hounds. Nature is outward bound
In the automated towns.
Insulated from the dust storms,
norms as the earth warms.
Anarchy abounds
in the surrounds.
Those with compassion are lashed for a lash'n,
leaded or beheaded.
Their captors
kill at will
to satisfy an ill
-gotten notion that they are the chosen ones
with guns.
The appointed, anointed sons of reason
Commandos commanding in the killing season.
Holy cow!
Stop it now!
Bond yourself with the benevolent gods.
Reconnect with their world, the sod.
They're not unreachable.
They're are unpreachable.
I implore.
Adore
Restore
Their sanctuary,
the savannahs,
the woodlands,
the rivers
And the oh so twiggy forests
and Twiggy Forrest's plan
for unemployed man**
The plan,
to have everyone work again
with dignity.
No mentally degraded.
No poor bastard parading jaded
In prisons yard.
Hard drugs
Too hard
No poor unfortunate.
The Mythical monsters of old
who once kept civilisation
from shitting in its own nest, are no more.
They have been kicked out the door. But
we have created a new one. The devils son
The new Mythic God of Reason conquers nature.
Changes the season.
Extinguishes species.
Lives in its own fecies.
And ohhh Brother, rapes its own mother.
To man its a
mental menace.
Drugs his panacea.
Its menacing,
Subjugating,
Subordinating and decimating
Mother Earth for all its worth.
She has taken a stance,
Led us on a merry dance.
Thrown her humans out of tilter.
They smoke with no filter,
Create strife.
Live life as if there's no tomorrow,
Borrow
From the future.
If you stand in the way of their loot they'll shoot ya.68
Why, why
Do the non humans cry?
" human nature we hate ya."
Well. we have placed ourselves above them,
We don't love them.
We have bared the plains
And stopped the rains.
No more do our rivers deliver
The life giver
water as they orta.
Flood plain gums we plunder.
Their death cracks like thunder.
Startles the cockatoo community,
Trying to maintain its unity,
While we march on seemingly free of impunity.
But.
We are not so, see, the cracks are starting to show.
Watch the wind blow,
Desiccating the treeless land,
Shifting sand,
Temperatures climbing,
Species declining.
Now the first living thing
Throws its hat in the ring.
The simple cell
Is giving us hell,
Bacteria and virus
Defy us.
Think you can kill us with your chemical
stew says Giardia the harder ya try
The more we defy.
We are one with nature, not one above
With no love.
She is vulnerable.
But when push come to shove,
She has a winner
They eat us for dinner.
The virus
Defy us
She has these little ones,
They have big guns,
Fighting on a hidden front
A guerrilla stunt.
They are winning,
Thinning
Us.
Multiple resistance
Ensures their persistence.
They frustrate those
who think they can dominate,
Annihilate.
Panicky people are just as liable
To re-interperate the bible.
The lord told moses on the mountain
With the mob below idolising.
Take this tablet and you will be on the path to ecstasy.
The bibles been skewed.
The message has been misconstrued
With modern man
As it can. Now we are taking ecstasy tablets,
This wandering, aimless lost band still idolising.
Reference: **Article by Jared Owens in the Australian 31st July 2014 "Twiggy Forrest plan"
* Youtube clip "Approaching the unconscious" by C.arl Yung





