Unchanging

God.

A favorite image in Chinatown, NYC

Let’s face it, deep down we know there is a powerful force in the world that has been controlling our every move for centuries. How many of us are frustrated, especially when thinking about getting older, trying to navigate healthcare, groceries, the t.v., purchasing a thoughtful gift, seeing a family member, hearing from them, and the extreme isolation as everything is boiling down to a single (or more) digital application. We have stepped into a “real” artificial world that is harming human beings and animals at an exponential rate as truth is hidden and voices shut down.

Everywhere.

I can be increasingly positive and that is the mission, but I cannot leave behind what is happening. The often subtle abuses of power in every facet of our lives.

Death and sickness, a war that we are not to believe since 2021, when liquid roulette was rolled out. Gaslit into submission. Even killed for our choices not to lean our arms into the unknown. “Sudden ill health.” “Sudden cancer.” “Sudden slow agony.” Sudden death. Who buys this? The embalmers don’t buy it. I do not buy this. Many people are not buying this and writing about it here. But…

I want to buy the questions of genetic backgrounds, sudden misfortune, longterm private health issues, in the context of truth. Absolute “overall” truth of the end result of the “big” everything. Big power. Crippling us from the whole truth.

I pray for a princess and a King. I would never have questioned anything before 2020, other than an odd misfortune for both. They must have a history, a diet issue, a something. Certainly not “fill in the blank.” hummm.

So the algorithms in places that I have ran to, like here, have made me stronger. Lately, as the curtain fell upon my writing, removed from my community, albeit maybe temporarily, as I finally stood up for goodness, I took to writing poetry to express how it feels and how ultimately, there is nowhere to go but up.

I am not new to this “boot” on the face of man. I experienced it deeply in my work as a photographer. I chose to go the path of “if I’m meant to work I will.” I don’t need to enslave myself to Facebook, Instagram, etc. to find “authenticity.” To be an artist?

We must go up.

My poem below was written upsidedown, in bed, on ice in extreme bone pain this week, on my iPhone notes. I read a long piece from now Jewish warrior Eve Barlow, former major queen of music journalism, about Taylor Swift’s “machine.” (I always loved Eve for her honesty in a world of sheep bowing down to paid off music magazine editors, music managers, even legacy media, so as not to stir the latest star’s status ), revealing to the public, just how Taylor Swift had operated as she hides behind “big” everything these days. Government, Pharma and Political Power.

This IS what we came for. For joy and jubilation in the midst of so much control.

As for me, I have found it difficult to get in the front seat of life and drive. I am often listening to the voice that says “go away.” Nope. God is too good for that.

God Bless you all. Stay liberated. Get liberated to Him. Because what you “see” and feel at that split second moment where something is speaking deeply to your heart, could be true… and that innate quality is slowly being driven out of the lives of our children and generations of children to come if we don’t speak now…

Machines
Taylor'd
for Swift
resolutions
of subtle
control
as bananas
are plentiful
in the
republic
for which
mountainsides
rang free
tis of thee
knows no
boundaries
of shameless
games
handpicked
names
drug lord
aims
to shoot
you down
from the
television 
screens
preventing
flies
like me
coming
for truth
be told
is a hollow
machine
spitting out
sweet land
of liberty
of Thee
she I sings
to Heavenly 
hosts
above
the frayed 
silenc..
ing
as You
sit on
an
unchanging

Throne.

- Unchanging God, 2024

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”

- Leonard Cohen