Right to Left, Center and back, keep on spinning until you*see only black,

Passing out brass rings and carrots on a stick, to expert suckers who are merely professional behind the screen licks,

Up and Down with fear you’ll hop, flip-pity-flop, frightened, shy rabbits on pogo sticks,

Spinning, Hurling, upside down, a roller coaster of amusement pressing us into our lazy boy seats, unable to Stand*Up through the wrenching, dizzy spin, while everyone in the lobby gives more money to continue the ride,

Who’s in control, The*People, The Promoters, The Financial Brokers, or The Criminal, Carnival, Clown Slackers,

There’s only one way to*see, simply step off the merry -go- round, Stand*Up on your own, look around, take a deep breath of Fresh*Air, turn off the show that spins conflict and fear, open your mind and heart to the true reality, NOT the show, of death, destruction, hate and fear all spinning their webs to keep the seven legged spider hidden in it’s corner, while you’re wrapped and caught in the silky cocoon, comfortably misled by a puppet master pulling the strings, eager to suck the very marrow from your children's bones, and microwave their brain cells into obedient, depressed gray clones, happy-shiny, wannabe somebody their not, chatting aimlessly, from invisible cell to cell,

Round and round you go where they stop only the marketing machine knows, because you’re too damn confused, sick and lying face down in the swill, as the trough fills again and again, all you*see is more little piggies grabbing your*share, babes and sheeple everywhere,

While the Shepherd leads the lambs to slaughter, twisting and spinning the way of the wolf, whose wisdom and truth desires only to keep the flock roaming healthy, united and free, through the strength, unity and peaceful*change of knowing, caring and supporting the planet and its Family of Humanity . . .

©Bruce Larson*Moore
World*Peace - Profit

The words of one become the actions of others . . .

Walk*On

Nov. 2nd, 2008

One*Billion - Global*Citizens