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170. The Genius Of The Crowd

Posted on: March 16th, 2014 by Colonel Crabtree-Smythe No Comments

Tche crabtreehere are few things in this world that nail the sinner to the cross in a beautiful way.There are few poems and few songs that really kick you in the proverbials that can snap us out of our retardation if only for a split second.Some say whatever we say, we are always preaching to the choir in terms of the fact that we will always draw to us those who see the same things and those that hate us are those who are lost to themselves and the world.Silence is where truth is and its nothing more than love.If you had peace you would be peaceful, If you had found god you would just be and would not kill in her name, and if you really knew you would be silent as knowing is enough.If you were sure you wouldn’t care.If you were really certain, nothing would upset or bother you would not be looking for offence.Those who preach have egos if they didn’t they would be silent and their actions would speak but its all part of the journey.Those who judge, they don’t understand they are also lost to a system of control and cretinism.

The prophet is extreme, one must be extreme to want to change the world. Gandhi was extreme, Malcolm X was extreme, MLK was extreme, Che Guevara was extreme, Steve Biko was extreme, Muhammad was extreme, Oliver Cromwell was extreme, Jesus was extreme, Hitler certainly was extreme as was Stalin and Queen Victoria, it certainly takes balls.The world is made by extremism, its just that Babylon and its devils claimed and destroyed the real freedom the good souls fought for, the freedom from the daily grind of work, pain, poverty, loneliness. We live in a world where we think we are all free, black, white, yellow, brown, and red, but we have been given a freedom to purchase stuff, we are all free as long as we continue to make the white ancestors of slave owners rich and even richer, question or challenge those fuckers and its bullet in the head time, ask Sitting Bull or Gerominio ask Patrice Lumumba. I don’t think this bullshit corporate war mongering reality is quite what X or Che were angling for when they stuck their head above the trench.

The real deal is silent and loving bathed in a bright light, he or she realises that we must be the change and that we must all be allowed to live in a world of compassion empathy and with the idea that people should come first and if that is not your agenda, you must kill yourself rid the world of your darkness and vile stain.

The prophet, he or she will smile at you for they recognise their own, they come with love.They see all things as they are in tune with now.We must all claim nothing and merely enjoy what is on offer.Those who claim pro life, pro animal are happy to kill anyone who disagrees with them.Those who claim God will kill you and mutilate you if your not to their liking failing to see they are the problem for putting too much stock in words.Where is all that love now you dogmatic fools as you pin Jesus to a cross or burn six million jews or slay a nation of Native Americans and enslave Africa, or crush the poor.Those who claim certainty but yet want to argue a position because you offended them, like I say if they were sure it wouldn’t matter as nothing truly does, no nothing is absolute. Most things on this planet are in place to rob you of your time and money.The masses love the operating system and would kill us all to maintain it in the name of Monarchs, armies and Lord Protectors.

Here is a poem by Hank a thriving but now dead alcoholic.

One of my favourites.

The Genius Of The Crowd

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average

human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it

and the best at hate are those who preach love

and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god

those who preach peace do not have peace

those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers

beware the knowers

beware those who are always reading books

beware those who either detest poverty

or are proud of it

beware those quick to praise

for they need praise in return

beware those who are quick to censor

they are afraid of what they do not know

beware those who seek constant crowds for

they are nothing alone

beware the average man the average woman

beware their love, their love is average

seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred

there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you

to kill anybody

not wanting solitude

not understanding solitude

they will attempt to destroy anything

that differs from their own

not being able to create art

they will not understand art

they will consider their failure as creators

only as a failure of the world

not being able to love fully

they will believe your love incomplete

and then they will hate you

and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond

like a knife

like a mountain

like a tiger

like hemlock

their finest art.

Charles Bukowski

I don’t like believers cos believers believe and I don’t believe them.

When you know you know, it requires no more effort than that.

The truth repeats itself endlessley.


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