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CURSERY RHYMES

I hope you grok the title of this post. But, fact is this. I do not know anyone who would get it completely. So let me step through it. And, I ask for your patience and attention here. This is a special post. It discusses the reason for existence of the audio album by the header name above.

CURSERY rhymes with nursery. Each of the songs on this album has at its base the melody from a nursery rhyme familiar to almost anyone who was once a child. But, too, cursery is used as an adjective to say each particular song’s lyrics deal with a certain thing being cursed.

For example MARY HAD A LITTLE CLOUD curses those evil elements of unnatural military activities that would steal Mary’s little white lambs, I mean clouds, and replace them with poisonous clouds.

So the goal is a series of songs each of which extends an FU to those forces whose efforts result in the chessboard skywriting of geoengineering which has come to be known as chemtrails. Whether hard evidence is at hand to prove all that people believe who are bothered by chemtrails shoud not deter those who are fence sitters or are firmly convinced that geoengineering is doing its best to cover up the perceived destruction of our natural weather systems with incredible technology that is smarter than its users.

I am saying anyone should be able to enjoy the album’s music, its play on associated nursery rhyme stories seeing the humor  in a governmental system which is believed by many to be a probable cause for the destruction of natural weather systems and thus perhaps the demise of sillyvisation. I, the creator of this album suggests that whether evidence exists to prove the national or international government’s culpability in crimes against humanity or not, still, external considerations are damning. Those considerations are these:
1. Highly suspect is geoengineering is treated in the UN’s IPCC as a someday maybe thing, while it real existence over the last 20 years is evident to anyone who looks up from almost anywhere in the world;
2. Evidence of death and sickness on Earth to flora and fauna (including humans) is obvious to anyone who has studied chemical samples of chemtrail residue in humans, other animals as well as trees and other plants that is identical to what is sprayed on the world;
3. Anything as vast as the geoengineering spraying on the entire world is a big business, a vast secret business similar to other big government businesses like drug wars and why does the public not have access to the profit and loss statements of such big business. Where are the check stubs?

So, no matter. Enjoy the sound. Enjoy the lyrical twist on nursery rhymes from your childhood and probably played a lot better and differently. Maybe you have kids who can enjoy CURSERY RHYMES with you. They might be even more educational than the noneducational patter of the original songs. They might help you to explain to your kids the world they live today.

For a complete discussion of each of the songs on the album click here

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SUN

audio verson – set volume before clicking: Sun

sun_earth

Sun –by everyman jack

I shine for you
I am a sun
I vaunt not
I boast not
I am one of many suns
But I shine for you

I shine for your mercurial whirl
your effulgence, your brilliance
your quotidian butterfly rush through existence
here today, gone tomorrow
ball of energy
your desire to transmit, emit, remit, and flit
from one space to another but always
communicating and innovating
absorbing and reflecting
and you think I light up your life
but I do it just to see you shine

You are my venus
You are love and beauty
orbiting clockwise
not anticlockwise as others do
because beauty brings its own direction
I don’t ask if love is contextual
I don’t ask if beauty would be so beautiful
in some other solar system
I just shine
I shine for you
That’s what I do

You are my earthy
scratch an itchy back
in a hot sand
zephyr sniffing
hair blowing
water dripping
surf riding
snow angel
You are my optimally heeled
catamaran in a wild wind
You are my texturally consummate
tetherball
I will never let you go
When you shake off the fleas of humanity
and rejuvenate yourself into the next eon
harmonizing to Joan Baez singing
Bob Dylan’s “Forever Young”
I will still shine for you
That’s what I do

When your martian bellicosity is seen
for what it is, a resentment of the hurt inflicted
by past civilizations that didn’t care about
the hurt they did to you – to their own detriment
I understand and send warm rays to help
you heal and feel again the warmth of your own
rejuvenating heart until your red anger
turns agains to green and blue
because I shine for you
that’s what I do

Your jovian magnanimity
Your saturnine tenacity
Your tipsy Uranus
Your brooding Neptune
Your mysterious Pluto
shroud yet complement the more obvious
atrributes
All those things even I don’t know about
inspire me to marvel
And yes, the unknown,
the X factor bring the whole of you
into an integral completeness

and me?
I am part of you
You are part of me
We are just holons
holding on and whirling through the
universe
on a joyride

We are a planetary system
to be precise and
I am your sun
I vaunt not that fact
I do not boast
I am one of many suns
But I shine for you

If all the grains of sand
on all the beaches
of the planet earth
were counted
that number of grains
is approximately the number of
suns in our universe
so I am one of many
but you
you are my one out of many
you are my “e pluribus unum”
all my planets comprise one you
me?
I shine for you
That’s what I do

[from candojack.com all righs reserved]

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Gem In I-ambic Diameter

Gemini

gemini with hum audio version, before clicking adjust your volume

He slid the glass door open,

stepped out onto the darkened deck
Down below
a hundred decibel surf
pounded the Pacific shore
trying to exchange vibrations
with the Atlantic
He could not see the surf
He could feel it and hear it

He turned his attention to the sky
knowing where his eyes would come to rest
knowing what w

melanding

ould be there
at one a m on oh one oh eight oh six
at one eight oh degrees south
at sixty degrees from midheaven

The Pacific went sile

nt

Vibrations ceased
He heard only his constellation
There
his trapezoid
comprising four stars
wonderfully unsquare
such simple astounding asymmetry
such Janused dissimilar duality
such unbounded agility
suggesting

such readiness
to be anything
just anything the cosmos needed

His reflection, his Gemini, his doppelgaenger, his twin

Some elsewhere in the universe
Some other perspective
Someone was standing
on a darken

ed deck
enthralled with the same four stars
as a perfect parallelogram
so perfectly equiangular
such simple astounding symmetry
such focussed unity
suggesting
such rigid permanence
eternally its same self
Poor bastard!

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I’m Not Coming Back Until You are Gone

The Day the Earth Started Standing Still

Hi, I am a hard working mother, mother nature
How do you like how I have always done Autumns
I feel certain they are the way you like them
good because they need to be that way

and look at you
picking a doctor a day away in Minnesota apples
kicking round those shades of brown loving
the leaving of the leaves of green to linger
until they fall to proper copper and the
leaf artists take their easels to New England
I’m in mind of a tender hearted boy
clearing and piling enough corn stalks
to lie reverently in the waning warmth
of a feebling Faulknerian Mississippi Sun
Didn’t you know I saw you looking into
first fall of snow helter skeltering
your headlighted night vision
in high desert hiway dark
reducing to redolent photos
flakes in your field of
focal length and out the cornea
of your eyes
Imagine some other mother of nature
making moribund more beautiful than that
As I try to get the fox out of my sox and hat
Yep, just being hep to my artsy concept
Hey, I’m Mother Nature
not the legislature
I’m of eerie executive stature this
mother of invention with intention

Just imagine! I know you cannot!
Until they come
But seasons change, don’t they
Until they don’t

Hey I am telling you I’m moribund too
Getting a little gray can’t continue to stay
I get tired lately its harder than it used to be

Pretentious humans say
Don’t say anything bad
I’m not talking to you
Some of you have insight
enough to see in night
you have enough light
to know I’m right
to know I cannot stay
I’m just saying Hey
I have to go away
And, I am not coming back
until you humans are gone

I’m moribund too
And I am a well done blue
I have to defect I’ll resurrect
Winter will be hell here without me
Spring won’t scene with green
like I sprang springs before
some summer’s end the truth will dawn
I’m not coming back until you are gone

You can pray until the day turns black
pray until your faith starts to crack
I am not coming back
UnTil you are gone

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Psycho Paths and Con Trails

  • psycho psycho
  • paths for psycho paths
  • cons cons
  • trails of cons
  • from the bottom to the top
  • CEO slots are waiting
  • in every industry just pick a ministry
  • Cereal killings bowls full
  • Serial killings by the individual
  • small change for the master changer
  • the tall range lies at the top of his climb
  • tomorrow he will be head of BP
  • no sorrow he feels remorseless and free
  • he has the IQ to do
  • what a clever psychopath can do
  • rise to the top of his target
  • they are legion these masters of the ruiniverse
  • and they control this world you thought was free
  • free for the taking but it is he
  • who is snaking through the grass of the lea
  • that you thought was waving but you could not see
  • those psychos
  • those psychos
  • on the psycho paths down of the ground
  • rising to the top of your Eden
  • and you did not know how could you know
  • how could you see the big pic
  • that bunch in control, the Bic
  • that bunch in control the masters of tricks
  • hold all the cards control all the games
  • maneuver your paradigms
  • that you hold priceless
  • that you hold dear
  • and don’t even know it
  • they know how to
  • make you exult
  • make you fear
  • make you think of a dream an American Dream
  • but what they control is the American scream
  • Did you think all that craziness was just incidental
  • that craving for the sentimental
  • trinkets of your life’s charm bracelet
  • Get a grip think it through
  • cuz psychopaths are
  • coming for you