-
-
- Let's talk about guts, yes, of misery born: A collection
of people ragged, forlorn -- A group labeled kooky, inane, and irrelevant,
a group labeled, badly, as a *rare* fringe development. True, some are
just lying and working an audience, and some are mistaken by dazzle and
dalliance. Some are insane, or afflicted by *curse* . . . but some tell
the truth -- for the better or worse.
-
- First, a pox on you liars -- hope you're damned to perdition
. . . hope you fry in some hell as a well earned condition . . . hope you're
found out, disgraced -- run out on a rail, with bruises on your face, and
tar and feathers on your tail!
-
- Those just mistaken? Don't feel like losers! Read some
books, take some notes, then eschew your abuser! Look for your proof on
each side of the struggle . . . decide for yourself -- It's more fun, and
less trouble.
-
- Those of you challenged feel lost and alone? Your torment
is real, and it goes to the bone. I don't judge you or hate you, even label
you hazy -- enigma may drive you and make you, yes, crazy.
-
- Those speaking truth? You're the bravest of all! Your
alien view has compelled the harsh call. At the risk of disgrace, and in
spite of the penalty, you stand, take a breath, and engage the anomaly!
-
- Now me, all I see are some lights on the fly . . . inconclusive,
but strange, they are IN the night sky! I've studied the footage, and I've
read the accounts! The enigma is rampant; It gushes from founts! Conspiracy
LIVES! It is not in my mind. The *news* is a joke! If we looked WE WOULD
FIND! But, the man holds the purse in his covetous fingers, and the *news*
is his stooge, so our ignorance lingers.
-
- So, those of you laughing, you're wasting your time;
you've nothing add; your smirking's a crime. Moreover, you're incurious;
it's you that's quite mad! I think you lack bravery; your head's in the
sand. It's YOU lacking courage; you *won't* understand. You DON'T pay your
freight! Show some stone. Take a stand! There's more going on than you
care to give credit. This paints you a coward at last. Don't forget it.
-
- Lehmberg@snowhill.com
-
- Witness their terror and elation, and be, yourself, terrified
and elated -- smirking bunkies. When the coffee's perked through, and it's
time to throw the grounds on the eventual compost heap, it is just as Michael
Lindemann said to me in conversation once, causing my continuous epiphany,
"Most of it's fake, " he said. "But some of it -- is not."
Smell the coffee. _____
-
-
- EXPLORE Alfred Lehmberg's Alien View" at his Fortunecity
URL. http://www.alienview.com
-
- SIGHTINGS HOMEPAGE
http://www.sightings.com
- This
Site Served by TheHostPros
|