Fair

by Jon Rappoport

June 19, 2019

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In THAT case, I make no secret of the fact that I see majestic earthenware bells lying in a churchyard
And a wind is blowing through the chapel tearing the roof apart, and the blue sky is filled with ships ploughing toward unknown destinations
The last weak wave of the Atlantic folds up on the sand swamping the clams, a mother holds her child’s hand and leads him to a crone who has fallen out of an apartment window and lies frozen in space
An odd series of events, but for me a harmonious step-down progression occurring in the slightly perfumed air of a small apartment in New York on a summer night

Three dark knights came out of the West,
Sienna veneer painted on their skulls.
They issued a stroke and the sky dell parted,
Showing mountain range after mountain range of babbling bureaucrats

I know of 6,254,987 universes
They’re mix and match operations
Borrowing, stealing from one another
As I’ve long suspected
Export-import is the business to be in

The sliver of soap in the sink, bottles on the shelf, crumbs on the boards, clouds over the breasthill, an old blue shirt hanging in the closet, the cross of Mary Magdalene on the chapel door, someone ringing the bell at the front gate, I pass through the plaster wall and go for a walk in the neighbor’s apple orchard

I keep trying to convince my cousin that this cruiseship moving through the Atlantic toward France is MIXING, as brown sugar bubbles with pears in pot, with a pleasant Egyptian craftsman who is chiseling original text on a stone pyramid door and highly machined structures spiraling into the sky from a planet in the middle of the Milky Way

Matisse—a small room above a garden withering in the winter sun, a rickety table, a vase with flowers, a diaphanous hat on a hook, a door into a kitchen, a woman sitting in a chair sewing a shirt, a memory of events that never happened in this life

A single thought takes in the cigarette in the ashtray, the plaster ceiling where Da Vinci saw faces


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Six Cantos

by Jon Rappoport

March 22, 2019

I

Miles of unrecorded sand are

The skin of the dragon…

Haunch around the night

Preparing to shrug off hotels

II

This is the age of the actor

Who’s found that every other age

Was lying in its rooms,

In fumes and spice,

Weary of the pose in its own device.

This is the age of discovering

That every other age was dying,

Muted in a flame,

Born in presentiments of gold

In the pose of the honored name…

III

Lamps are lit

Along the Appian Way

Caesar steps out on the running board of his tent and waves to the surging crowd

This can only end in elevation to heaven

What else is left?

How many conquests until the gods tap him as one of their own?

Assassination? Impossible!

IV

I dreamt we fought a war to build Time from

A column rising out of the sea

And now, mystified by our own presence,

We aim to destroy it

V

“Burned flowers of the field

My noon is over, growing old,

Everything I love is finally sold.

Sewed designs for men with money

Thinking it was duty,

To watch them lead the world to war,

From my little field of beauty.”

VI

There is no army of artists of reality

There can never be such an army


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Around a bend on the road

by Jon Rappoport

March 16, 2019

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Around a bend in the road ahead

A horse is racing toward the sun

Its gigantic wings spread on the light air of a summer afternoon

A childhood masterpiece

I can feel myself on his back

Possessed of a navigating flying intelligence

He, the mythic, came out of my mind while I was asleep

Greater in power than I understand

Ready to be dreamed

Hinted at

Partially fathomed

Sculpture in another room half hidden by an open door

At a little table sit Leonardo and God drinking coffee and discussing Leo’s next project, a submarine that shoots rockets at the moon


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

A poem for somebody or nobody or anybody

by Jon Rappoport

March 6, 2019

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perfect as rain and the night I fell in love with trees and buildings on an avenue in Chicago as I was heading out of the city toward a highway that led to 66 on my way to Amarillo and cows standing in faded yellow dawn rolling up like a fancy poster for milk and war, my memory now Amarillo is a city geared a center a radiating pulse broadcasting an invasion the little diner the motel the city hall were there olive trucks and soldiers 40 years ago passing by as I was standing with my thumb out on 66 I was rooted to one spot across from the motel the whole day and no one stopped and the poster of night snapped down like a shade and I reached up toward the yellow margarine moon in the middle of a cloud I was remembering songs dozens of songs I listened to on the radio in the make believe ballroom everyone knew Sinatra was the god but in the yearly poll they would bring in someone else eddie fisher or johnny ray crying like a lost kid on the railroad tracks his mind torn up you’re on a cement playground and a kid starts crying what are you going to do he just breaks down and ten years later he’s on the front lines with his gear we heard he was a junkie heroin disappeared and then a tall rangy guy stopped his car and I jumped in he took me all the way to Albuquerque middle of the afternoon February warm I told him about the kid he said it wasn’t right the father and mother should have looked after him he shook his head he was a retired oil man couldn’t have been more than 40 said he just drove around the country visiting his family he gave me a new pair of pants and a shirt out of his trunk


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil

For K.

by Jon Rappoport

March 18, 2017

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He’s “charming”
And anyway, he’s not going anywhere
And you know you’re good
That’s not going to change
He may consider you’re trying to undermine him
But he doesn’t think you have a chance
Of course you do have a chance
And that’s the point

Time is long
And you’re not going anywhere either
He doesn’t know your kind of power
Never did

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He’s gathering evil people around him
He’s destroying them all by himself
He’s digging their graves
Of course they don’t know that

But he can’t dig your grave
You don’t want what he has
So talk with him
Let him spin his dreams

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He’ll think you can help him forward his plan
Because the plan is all he knows
And he believes he can fold the entire world and its contents
Into it

Time is very long
And he can’t understand
Your kind of power

Deep in his mind and soul
He wants to know what is evading him
What he can never discover
The secret that is parked beyond what he has

And the secret is you
It always was
But he can’t bring that fact up from his subconscious
This is why he has sleepless nights
And ends up returning to his flock

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He has a limited repertoire
He keeps coming back to the same plots
And he doesn’t know why
It’s a source of discomfort for him
As he pushes on

How much evil can he project
Until he feels the fatigue of boredom
Until he runs out of novel experiences
Until he can predict the details of his future wars
Until he comes back to where he started
And tries to remember why he began doing what he’s doing

He has very little imagination left

He’s a lonely figure on a dark street
Looking for excitement
After all this time
But he’s been through the same gamut over and over

In decay he has no equal
He has no equal with whom he can share his past

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
Watch him scuttling his perverse thoughts
In bottom mud
Hoping for something new
That never shows up

It turns out his territory is quite limited
And for that he would wear his heart on his sleeve
If he could imagine a heart

Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
And knowing his primary
Number one
Prime-cut
Business
Is
Broadcasting
Subversion
Pass along a dream about a new good world
And watch him burn in his meditation
As he considers how he can parlay that future
He’ll take your hints, your dream
And gleefully release it to the world

Because he must
Because that’s what he does
Thinking his profits and advantages will obscure the message

But he has limited intelligence
And your thoughts reacquaint people
With something they laid aside
In the fountain of energy where they once lived

They’ll shake off a piece of the trance
And feel their blood coursing again…

Madness is a strange thing
And this preeminent madman
Eventually confesses his plans right out in the open
He can’t resist the opportunity
And he’ll even confess he knows The Good
It’ll come to that
More, he’ll urge people to do good
Believing he can forestall defeat at the last moment
IT’S THE ONLY CHALLENGE HE HAS LEFT

He’ll back up to the edge
And plead with the world to do good
And still think he has a chance

Take his hand
And shove him hard
Over and out
And down
Into the Void
The Nothing
The Great Nothing
Where for a day, a year
A thousand years
A million years
His fate will be in his hands

Not your concern
Not anyone’s concern

You’re good
And he never understood your power


power outside the matrix

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Poem for somebody or nobody or anybody

A poem for somebody or nobody or anybody

by Jon Rappoport

October 14, 2016

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perfect as rain and the night I fell in love with trees and buildings on an avenue in Chicago as I was heading out of the city toward a highway that led to 66 on my way to Amarillo and cows standing in faded yellow dawn rolling up like a fancy poster for milk and war, my memory now Amarillo is a city geared a center a radiating pulse broadcasting an invasion the little diner the motel the city hall were there olive trucks and soldiers 40 years ago passing by as I was standing with my thumb out on 66 I was rooted to one spot across from the motel the whole day and no one stopped and the poster of night snapped down like a shade and I reached up toward the yellow margarine moon in the middle of a cloud I was remembering songs dozens of songs I listened to on the radio in the make believe ballroom everyone knew Sinatra was the god but in the yearly poll they would bring in someone else eddie fisher or johnny ray crying like a lost kid on the railroad tracks his mind torn up you’re on a cement playground and a kid starts crying what are you going to do he just breaks down and ten years later he’s on the front lines with his gear we heard he was a junkie heroin disappeared and then a tall rangy guy stopped his car and I jumped in he took me all the way to Albuquerque middle of the afternoon February warm I told him about the kid he said it wasn’t right the father and mother should have looked after him he shook his head he was a retired oil man couldn’t have been more than 40 said he just drove around the country visiting his family he gave me a new pair of pants and a shirt out of his trunk


power outside the matrix


Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

4 quick dreams

4 Quick Dreams in a Row

by Jon Rappoport

October 11, 2016

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Note: These quick hitters are for fun. A certain kind of elevated fun, perhaps. But they are for energy, too. Large wide ranging energy against all old worn out consensus. They start with the surreal, and then go somewhere else….

 

green cloister

silent St. Francis

 

I’m on an open highway descending from cloudbanks and mountebanks and federal banks and banks of propaganda—you travel these highways on skis and giant soda cracker wheels and jets and steam—you pass through tiny kitchens of boiled ravioli and beans and pink boneless fish from the vents of chug-chug Atlantis

 

I’ve got gods and demi-gods and prophets and shoe salesmen inside trees and radios, I’ve got murky dogs circling in the night, I’ve got gods inside hammers and screwdrivers and old garages and silk farms…

 

my uncle’s on the porch inside a giant bowl of champagne goldfish, cleaning his .38


Exit From the Matrix


Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.