THE NEWS DOES SEEM TO SLEEP

THE NEWS DOES SEEM TO SLEEP
by matt burns

I've been trying to keep up with it all
Every day is something big and huge
It's all coming at me so fast
I finally catch up
And stay on top of it all
And I'm really proud of myself for it

Then Christmas comes
I scour the news sites
I scour
And I scour
But there's hardly anything
It's not only a slow news day
But there's hardly any news to speak of
I feel a void
I was apparently addicted to being on top of the news
There's nothing!

Curious it is
That there only seems to be big news in the world
When the news people are on the clock
And they're around to report it
And make it into BIG NEWS

When the news people are on a holiday
So isn't the news, it seems
Thus, maybe the news only exists
When the news people are around to fuel it
Build it up
Or maybe even manufacture it

If there's nobody around to report on that tree falling in the forest
Does it actually still make a noise?

Why don't we just take the news people away
That way the news can sleep every day
There will be no more crashing of trees in the world's forest
The world will have less noise
Quiet down
And peace will be restored

World peace can be realized
Simply by ridding the world of the news people

ISIS ISIL EEEZEL BEEELZE BUB

“Everyone thinks of changing the world,

but no one thinks of changing himself.”

                                         --Leo Tolstoy

ISIS ISIL EEEZEL BEEELZE BUB

by matt burns

Yesterday it was Al Qaeda

Today it’s Isis

There will always be that threat

That’s out there somewhere

The vague beastie lurking somewhere on the island

Putting fear inside all of us

And somebody will always exploit that fear

The Lord of the flies

And the Lord will use it to rule us

Manipulate us

Control us

Just like those boys on that island

There will always be an external threat

There always has been

Always will be

There will never be NO threat

So what can you do?

Worry all the time?

Or just mind your own business

Focus on yourself

And forget about the world

The Lord of the flies is cunning

He wants us to focus on the world

Pull us out of ourselves

For a perpetual amount of time

Focus on the Russians!

Cold war over, now focus on Al Qaeda!

Al Qaeda’s weakened

Now focus on Isis!

Isil

Eeeeezel

Beeelze

Bub

What will the next beastie on the island be after Isis?

There will inevitably be one

One distraction follows the other

If you watch the news

There seems to be a beastie of the week

To terrorize us

Everybody thinks about changing the world

But the world can’t be fully changed

There will never be total peace out there

Not on our planet

Not within our species

But there can always be total peace inside you

Change you

Don’t change the world

Everything on the outside

Somewhere

Out there

All those beasties

That you hear about

But never really see…

It’s all an illusion

Created by the Lord of the flies

To build up fear

That destroys your insides

And destroys your soul

But if you retreat into yourself

And tune out what’s outside

The fear weakens

And the Lord loses his power

And he withers away

And dies

And then

Maybe

Comes

The world peace

If there is ever a possibility for world peace

It’s going to start on the inside

Not on the outside