CHAOS

As I continue to hold my tongue through my overbite and cover my eyes with my hands, my ears are left open to the clatter that has me disoriented and discombobulated.
 

At the middle age I must now transform at times into grasshopper and find my way by instinct and commune with the spirits to help me see.
 

The sound in my ears is deafening and if I listen, I will become unfocused.

As if they had put the cacophony all together on a never-ending mixtape of violent sounds.

Screaming 

Yelling

Crying

Wailing

Blasting 

Breaking

Whining

Lying

Manipulating 

Begging 

Pleading 

Screeching 
 

They play the sounds louder by the day ... all the while showing pretty pictures of petty people in material things...moving their lips as if making the shitty sounds into song.
 

If I am grasshopper I can feel.

Grasshopper is motion 

If I stand still, I can hear sounds behind the cacophony.
 

I can hear peace.
 

Peace sounds like...

Birds 

Ocean

Wind

Rain

Laughter

Giggles

Sunshine 

Bees 

Farm Animals
 

Through my fingers I can see sky, sun, and moon.

I can see babies, colors, and dirt

Dirt Dirt Dirt...then grasshopper realizes...the reason for the manipulation and CACA-phony.
 

They want you to forget we all came from dirt. We all came from the ground, and we will go back the same way.

The meek shall inherit the earth. 
 

We will wave goodbye to them as they fly away in their SPACE X ... and leave us to repair the desolation. So that one day they can return to tell the survivors...they are the gods...come to save them from their inheritance. 
 

And so, the recycle begins.
 

If I did not have a conscience I would have a religion.