As I see it:

I’ve not come
this far reinventing
my revelations, acceding
to trendy-opinion or notion,
appeasing detractors to gain
a more secure foothold,
favorable position -
attention -
power -
losing sight of
my calling for popularity,
to promote myself feverishly,
to become a product on a
merchant’s shelve, or
a creative-writer
with bestselling books,
coveted pushcart awards,
appearances in the New Yorker,
or to whitewash some awful life failure,
striving at the expense of all else reasonable,
as if being successful somehow polishes the struggles
we all abide, or the arrant longings to discover
something we’ve never known…
.
Can I admit to (past)
seasons of indiscretion,
considering the needs of
others less important than mine,
my less than honorable thoughts,
foolish pursuits, and, at times,
a f*** you attitude leading
to dead-ends]
cul-de-sacs, and alleyways
piled high with the rubbish
of all good intentions…
Can I do this without
Subjecting myself
To ridicule?
(Probably not)
because we live in
a world of ego-centric
strivers imprisoned by how
they are seen by those who sit
enthroned behind self-important masks;
you know…. The ones who
are first to vilify when they see
faults or blemishes in another’s efforts….
.
Today I was alone, on a
high precipice, overlooking
the Anza Borrego desert, not
watching anything really, just
listening intently to silence,
mulling originality,
artistic degradation,
jaded poetic insights,
the chronically opinionated,
and those shimmering waves
of heat rising from the desert floor,
ever mindful of my place on a
planet plummeting into darkness
where evil terrors and sickness, the
threat of nuclear confrontation
political insanity
cartoon autocrats
extremist wickedness
a transgender deception
(their pronoun chaos)
artificial intelligence
social-engineering
transhumanism
blasphemy
arrogance
hatred
greed
lust
id
are all commonplace,
.
For hours
I mulled
my short-comings ,
my victories and failures,
and all aesthetic endeavor
in the tangled world-of-words,
wondering if dear enduring Noah
had owned a computer, how he would
have used it to build the Ark more efficiently.
Would he have e-mailed the animals with
an invitation to a dance at the newest
most revolutionary sea-going
vessel ever built?
Or would he
have disconnected it,
and relied upon another source;
a TRUE source who would never leave
or forsake those who put their trust in Him…
.
There’s a clear line in the sand now.
Can you see it?
If so… take a side
And prepare yourselves.
Everything is about to change.
.
richard lloyd cederberg
2018
         A NEW RACE OF HuMANS