They used to import slaves but that began to look ugly,
so they began outsourcing slave labor overseas.

They used to use torture but that began to look ugly,
so they began outsourcing torture overseas.

They used to use censorship but that began to look ugly,
so now Silicon Valley does it for them.

Bombs rain down endlessly but we don’t hear about it;
they just decided that that’s what normal is now.

They used to kill animals and butcher their flesh;
now they do it in factory farms out of sight.

Fathers do awful things to the flesh of small children,
and the mothers make sure nobody talks about it.

Husbands do awful things to the flesh of drained wives,
who assure everyone that everything is fine.

There are parts of ourselves that are still screaming and crying,
but we don’t look there because it is frightening.

But there is an eye in your heart which sees everything, love.
There is a part of you which always speaks truth.

And there’s a light on the horizon we can’t run from, love.
There’s an eye at the center of the universe.

We’re all sloppily tumbling into the light, my love.
Head over heels
over secrets
over lies
over avoidance
over courage
over fear
over longing
over Source
over shadow,
over the inability to be seen like this,
over the inability to remain hidden any longer.

Hold my hand,
my beloved,
and prepare for the great unveiling.

It will be so much nicer
and so much easier
than you have been expecting.






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  • Amazing how much a mother will turn a blind eye in order to not rock the boat

  • Our species waves nuclear weapons; and if that does not wipe up out perhaps man-made germs will. Please read this fine acrticle here:

  • I love my Car now and used to love Bike. Next love in line will be Robot called Dyke;

    all-Seeing, all-Knowing, but Breathless and Heartless, yet Endlessly “Caring”.

    Which is It`s Gender? – my Robot, – don’t know.

    If She is, or He is, or They`ll make me sigh? – I know I can think, so: It can`t be a I.

  • The word ” Diabolical ” comes to my mind when I read revealing articles such as this:
    Is our species really this sick?

  • Poetry asks one to feel, and secondarily to think in one’s own unique and unpredictable ways, it is more catalytic than presumptive. It stirs us but does not pretend to settle anything. Thanks for another dose of provocation and unexpected beauty and kindness, love.

  • What you have written here is true…

    It is nice poetry also…

    And I know I will repeat myself, but the situation you describe persist only because too many people endorse all the lies and all the hypocrisy of the decadent ruling elites just to maintain their social status, money and assets, in short to maintain the “System” because if the “System” is changed, bye bye social status, money and assets.

    So, as it was in the days of Noah, too much people in our days are decadent and need the “System” to feel worthy and important and they will lie and do anything and endorse anything to maintain the “System”.

    For example, if people would not participate to the sham election process organized by the ruling elites, those elites would be let with no legitimacy.

    But do not count on it because we are in the return of the days of Noah just before the Second Coming of Jesus and I pray the Rosary to hasten His return because I have seen more than enough bullshit.

  • Normally dont like your prose but that was very good and nice.

  • WOW Just wow.

  • It was going well till the misandry kicked in. This is one kind of divide and conquer you subscribe to?

  • Sounds like you took the medicine!

  • Glad you found your bliss Caitlin, but life on this planet is still inexorably headed toward extinction.

  • Great just beautiful!

  • Hey Cait!

    This brought tears to my eyes, and that’s sayin’ something from an Ol’ Backwoods Ridge-runner from the hills of Tennessee.

    I’m conservative as conservative can be, and I very often view much of Your writing to be too far left in the political spectrum of things, although on quite a few occasions, in addressing liberty, we see eye to eye.

    Line by line, there’s a lot of truth in this soliloquy, this prose, while each topic carries its on complexities. Whatever one’s worldview, there’s no denying these things happen daily, for whatever the reasons we are told, for whatever the reasons we believe.

    One thing is certain. Everybody … each of Us … everyone around the world, in every shanty, in every town, in the inner-cities and the rural cowtowns and farming communities … We can all do better than we have to date. We can all do better. We must do better, for the sake of all humanity and all the little children yet to enter the world, by the choice of their parents or by some accident or one of the horrid unpleasant acts to which you speak.

    I truly loved this, even though I still caught a glimmer of utopian sentiment in it, something that the left too often uses to bring us all under its thumb. But Truth is Truth and the manner of its presentation was gut-wrenching and soul searing.

    Great Job, Ms Caitlin Johnstone. I hope that You don’t mind I call You “Cait”. I feel like I know You.

    ~ Justin O Smith

  • Short of the arrival of a meteorite or four, I can’t see any change on the horizon.

  • Beautiful, most lovely; unfortunately, I believe only the ugly.

  • Peace.

    Not blindness. Not numbness. Not isolation from the suffering of existence.
    Not “objectivity”.


  • So, men (fathers & husbands) do bad but women are without blemish? What a way to seek buy-in…

  • Caitlin, I love love love your writing and those last two poems were STUNNING!
    Thank you for being you…

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