“As It Has Always Been” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

He Dreamt Of Furure Wars

For A Long Time, Nothing Happened.

But Then After Many Years It Did.

Society Finally Imploded.

The New Operating System,

That The World Had Changed To

In The Early Two-Thousands,

Finally Collapsed.

The Final Five-Decade-Long

Elongated Death Knell,

Suddenly Gave Way,

Under Its Own Weight.

The Operating System Of People

Of Pride, Lies, Corruption, Materialism & Immorality.

The Lies That Were So Big,

That They Were Too Big To Fail,

But They Had To Fail –

As The Operating System,

Was At Core

Sinister.

The Operating System Created Zombies

Of Everyday Men.

But Then A Rupture Came

Called World War Two.

In A Brief Moment Zombification Dissipated

Zombies Were Rare –

For the World Had Been Temporarily Cleansed,

In The Ashes Of War.

But By The Twenty Twenty’s,

Of The 21st Century

It Was Again – Like The Nineteen Twenties – Rare To NOT Be A Zombie.

For The Next War Was A-Knocking.

But As A Man Speaking From The Near Future,

I Can Honestly Say

In Our Times The Fourth World War

Is Now Commonly Referred To As

“It Was The War We Had to Have”.

For Everything On Earth Decays & Corrupts,

In Long Cycles

Just As True As The Sun Rising,

And The Galaxy Turning.

For That That Is Our Struggle Here

Attached To Machines Of Congealed Light

That Require Too Much Maintenance.

I Fought In the War From 2024-35

And Somehow Survived Along With The 2 Billlion Survivors.

I Am Glad To Say We Are Experiencing Another Post War Boom.

We Look After Each Other & Follow The Golden Rule.

But I Know We Are Forever Trapped In A Lull,

A Trough In The Same Cycle,

Created By The Same Operating System.

I Know My Son, Grandson, Or Great Grandson

Will Feel The Pain Of Coming Zombified Decay,

And Will Be Fighting Again In World War Five.

This Is The Curse Of Man On Earth.

Then, Now & In The Future.

It’s The Planet Of The Apes,

Where No One Knows They Are Apes.

And I Ask Of You –

How Dumb Is That?

This Seems To Be Our Forever Nightmare,

Perhaps Only Truely Understandable,

As Punishment For Bad Deeds, In Another Realm.

I Guess We Will Find Out When We Die,

But We Must Forget Again,

After All – We Are All Still Here,

In A Place That Doesn’t Ever Feel Like Home.

If We Are Lucky,

This May Just Be The “Apple Of Knowledge Effect”.

But I highly Doubt That.

I Prefer The Punishment For Bad Deeds Theory,

It Can’t Be A Mistake That Earth Is So Fucked Up.

I Mean – How Can It Be?

And Perhaps the Final Proof Of Our Damnation:

To Go Anywhere In The Universe,

Such As Other Solar Systems & Galaxies,

You Must Travel

Close To The Speed Of Light,

But Conditions Are Such,

That This Is Practically Impossible.

Isn’t That Truth Also Our Prison Walls?

You Couldn’t Design A Better Univeral Prison Than That.

An Intelligent Person Must Respect

Whoever Came Up With That Great Design –

Even If They Are Themselves Captive Prisoners Of His Jail.

But Of Course – We Are Mostly Too Dumb To Realise These Matters,

And So We Repeat The Same Destructive Cycles.

And If You Say These Facts You Are Deemed “Crazy” or “Negative”.

But As I Always Say,

To My Nodding & Mutually Sozzled Fellow World-World-War-Four Vets

“If A Zombie Calls Me Crazy, I Sure Know I’m Not Only Sane – But Entirely Correct”.

Occasionally Someone Disagrees With Us Old Coots,

Even In This Temporary Post War Glow (So the Slide Has Already Begun Again).

But We Take These Omens In Our Stride

Everyone Knows That A Zombie Can Be Neutralised

By Simply Eating His Brain.

So For Now We Can Feast On Zombies Easily,

But We All Know That Soon Again, There Will Be Too Many Zombies,

And Not Enough War Vets.

Ut Semper Brutus, Ut Semper.

“A Thickish Veneer” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

In Inland Otago You Have To Earn Your Dues

This Is Earnt Over Decades, Not Months Or Years

Some Wags Say This Is Overtly Suspicious Behaviour

And While There Is A Large Slice Of Truth In That

I Also See The Other Side Of The Inland Otago People

Outside Of ‘Things People’ Risk Is Harvested Liberally

Otherwise, They’d Never Journeyed & Stayed In This Pioneer-Land

Conversely They Are Very Risk Adverse In Terms Of Relationships

This People Reticence Is Simply Programming Of The Collective Mind

This Is Understandable Yesterday & Today As the Programming Is Robust

This Is Why The ‘Gold Rush Era’ Culture Is Culturally Very Much Still Alive

The ‘Wild West Ways’ Of The Gold Rush Are Roughly Still ‘The Program’

Thus, This Weariness Of Strangers – Is Simply The ‘Lay Of The Land’

It Is Simply The Line Of Least Resistance Naturally Followed

It Is Done Without Thinking Consciously, Without Thought

And This Is Why Sometimes In Inland You Will Hear The Phone Ring

You Answer And Then You Hear Silence For 3 Seconds

Then You Hear An Engaged Tone

The Mysterious Caller Never Spoke A Word

Now Let Me Tell You Of This Seemingly Strange Phenomenon:

It Was A Socially Weary Inland Otago-ean Calling You Back

Only When You Spoke To Said ‘Gold Rush Programmed Soul’ –

Who Was Somewhere In The Universal Ether On the Other Side –

You Revealed Yourself To Be Someone Quite Non-Essential

Yes Sadly, You Were Deemed ‘Superfluous To their Needs’.

Of Course, This Can Be Upsetting – As You Think To Yourself –

“Wow That Person Didn’t Even Bother To Say A Peep”

“What Did I Do Wrong?”

“Why Am I Being Rejected”

“There Must Be Something Wrong With Me

NO!!! Do Not Be Upset – It Is Simply The Wild West Culture Reappearing

The One Where You Could Be Shot All To Easily – For Nothing Much

Other Than Looking At The Wrong Person In the Eye At The Pub

The ‘Phantom Call Of Inland’ Is Simply One Of Its Many Calling Cards

You Are Being Called By A ‘Wandering Hangover’ From the Past

It Is A Diffuse Energy Form That Exists Behind The Curtain

But Has Its Puppet Strings Controlling The Stage Performance

A Spectre That Still Inhabits The Hearts & Minds Of The Locals

But I ask You Sir & Madam -What Can We Learn of This?

It Is This, My Fine Soul (Who Is Probably New To The Area):

Yes, It Takes Many Centuries For A Culture To Change Significantly

And It Will Not Change Until It Faces a New Cultural Challenge –

One That Is Of Equal Magnitude To The One That Brought About The Now We Have

I.E. The Current “Be Very Weary Of People” Embedded Culture Status Quo

The “Be Weary” Energy Force Came & Was Moulded From:

A Tough Early Life Of Poverty In England Scotland Wales Or Ireland or Other

The Mental & Physical Hardships Of A Boat Trip From England to NZ

Where Some Shady Character Could Easily More Than Wrong You

The Hardships Of Being In A Wild Undeveloped Alien Country Sans Support

Where Poverty & Privation Were Your Always Bedfellows

This Was Amplified For Some By A Move To The Gold Rush Zones

That Today We Could Call “The Inland Otago District”

Yes Sir & Madam – Hardships Were Served Up Aplenty To You As You Waited

As You Waited To Hit The Paydirt That Might Not Come

And The Hardships Got Worse As Time Moved Past The Gold Rush Era

After That You Had World War One & The Spanish Flu

& If You Lived Long Enough

You then Saw The Great Depression & World War Two

And Maybe Even The Start Of The Cold War With the USSR

All These Bad Things Created A Cloud Of Cultural Heaviness

With An Attached Inertia That Was Quite Incomprehensibly Big

Like A Storm Cloud That Just Wouldn’t Move For Days In End

This Collective Force Projected Itself Psychically To The Inhabitants Below

So Now My Friends Now That We Understand ‘Inland Otago Weariness’

We Can Accept It For What It Is Rather Than Regale Against It

And We Need Not Take It Personally

It Is A Survival Mechanism Etched Into Every Human Created In ‘Inland’

It Will Only Reverse When An Epoch Of A Reverse Polarity Happens

This Would Be Akin To Paradise On Earth For A Century.

No Wars – No Hardship – No Violence – No Pain

So That Being Said – Let Us Be Realistic & Realpolitik

Let’s All Enjoy Being ‘Socially Rejected In Inland Otago’ (& Elsewhere)

Let Us All Rejoice In ‘Phantom Phone Hang Ups When They Emanate.

Because After All – Just Like In The ‘Good Will Hunting’ Movie

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

It’s Not Your Fault

Ok You Can Stop Crying Now & I Don’t Like Hugs

I Suggest You Try Some Art Therapy – Perhaps A Boat On A Stormy Sea?

Now Back to Where I left Off – Casual Social Rejection In Inland Otago

Do Not Be Afraid My Delicate Newcomer Petal

It’s Just The Living Ghosts Of The Past Welcoming You Here

They Speak (Or Don’t Speak) Through The Mouths Of Their Hosts

These Their Ancestors Who Are Still Alive Today

So Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

You Can Either Run For The Hills Or Knuckle Down & Stay

And I Hope You Stay As It Is Simply A Thickish Veneer

So That Said – I Am Glad I Cleared That All Up For You Good Folks

Now Excuse Me Sirs & Madams – I Have A Phone Call to Make

But I Ask Of You – Will I Say Hello Or Just Hang Up?

Yes I Am An Inland Otago Man & Thus I Must Suffer From The Veneer

As Surely As The Man In The Coat In A Rainshower Still Gets A Little Wet

Heaven Forbid That Is Probably Quite True For Me

In Closing – It Pays To Remember This – Wherever You Are

You Always Take Last Centuries Weather With You

Whether You Live In Inland Otago, Duluth, Tupelo, Or Liverpool.

And If You Are Honest With Yourself

It Matters Not If You Are Coming Or Going

You Will Always Take Last Century’s Weather With You

And It Covers You In A Thickish Veneer

(Note: You may be interested in some “Bonus Material” relating to this Poem If So Click Here – M.S.)

“The Last Line Of Dissent” (A Poem)

Poem by martinantonsmith@gmail.com

I Say To You This

My Freedom Loving Friend

That Dissenting Views Are Required

For A Properly Functioning Democracy

The Stupid And Intellectually Lazy Don’t Get This.

Those People Are Your Quintessential Gulag Prison Guards

Who When Finally Held To Task

Plead Innocence As They Cry:

“We Where Only Taking Orders Your Honour”

How Many More Times

Must Humanity Be Squeezed

By The Same Vice

Of The Power Mad

Every Third or Fourth Generation

Like Clockwork?

Are We Destined To Relive

This Dastardly Pendulum Forever?

This Saeculum Of Insincerity

I Dare Say So Yes

But To Counter My Own Argument

As A Wise Man Will Tend To Do

I Now Say Now To You Surely

That This Pendulum Also Has A Good Side

That The Orb Always Swings Towards

In Time & Away From The Bad

For As While Local Despots Have Always Grown

In Blackened Fields

So Have Foreign Harvesters

Who Invade Reap & Discard

But Also Plant Their New Seeds Next To The Old

That Has Been The Way Of The World

From Antiquity To The Now

‘Quarter Filled’ 21st Century Chalice

But Have The Winds Of Change Blown?

Have The Rains of Revision Descended?

Has A Mighty Chasm Ripped Earths Social Rubric?

Can Local & Foreign Dissenters Still Win?

As First & Second Lines Of Defence?

With A Future Global Government

Having Flown Past Right Past Our Horizons

And Now Is Rapping

Its Bleeding Knuckles On Our Doors

Powered By those Electronic Ghouls

The Perfectly Souless AI Goose-Stepped Algorithms

With Ubiquitous Surveillance & Control

And Sometime Soon To Wear Exoskeletons

Alas My Freedom-Loving Friend!

If There Are No Longer

Any Competing Empires

Who Sincerely Disagree

And Are Not Afraid

To Be The Bad Guys

To Beat The Bad Guys

As Has Always Worked Well

Who Will Function As

The Last Line Of Dissent?

Will We All Soon Be Crossing Our Fingers?

And Looking Into Space?

And If The Answer Is ‘Yes’

What If Nothing’s Really Out There?

Except For Swirls Of Inanimate Galactic Dust

& Screeds of Slowly Bending Light Rays

Alas My Freedom-Loving Friend

I Truly Say To You

Who Will Save Us Then?

“And This One Is Good” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

You Love The World

And That Is Your Demise

You Will Get A Surprize

When You Return As

A Downtrodden Unwashed

And Nothing You Do

Will Work To Change That

Decades Will Pass

Until The Sleep Falls

From Your Bloodshot Eyes

On That Hallowed Day

Then You Can Realise

That ‘The World’ Is The Problem

And A Force You Will Encounter

And Your Heart Can Soon Bloom

Then You Begin To Feel

The Hidden Paradise Beyond

You Now Interface With

And This One Is Good

“The Neo-Con of Neoliberalism” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Thatcher & Reagan’s Neoliberalism

Was pro “Free Market”-

The Only Snag For The Independant Shopkeeper

Was That The ‘Large Corporation’

Was Much More “Free-er” Than He Was.

So It Continues & Amplifies

40+ Years Later.

& So Our Prices Inflate

& So Our Goods Break More Easily

More Than That Selfishness Spread

Bred & Multiplied

As Easily As A Bully Taunts The Weakened Soul

And Then His Cronies Follow His Darkened Path

And Once Selfishness Took Its Foothold

So Society Decayed Dramatically

Like A Cavity Left & Fed With Soda Pop

Each Tooth Began To Fall Out

Until One Day The Last Tooth Began To Shift

We – The Society Of The 2020’s

Are That Last Wobbling Tooth

& Who Will Save This Tooth?

Who Will Save Us?

Who Will Save Us

From These Spiritual & Literal Starvations?

I’m looking For A Show Of Hands

I Expect Not Many Hands Rose

And That’s Why It’s So Easy

For Society To Decline

To Know This Effect More Personally

To Have It Underlined In Ones Mind

All One Needs To Do

Is Read The Pages Of History

And Look At Your World Again

This Time With Unblinkered Eyes

Hurry Fast Now My Enlightened One

Before All The Best Books

Are All But Burnt Embers

Shadows Of Their Former Selves

Just As We Are

Then & Only Then

Can We Defeat Rampant Neoliberalism

That Ever present Neo-Con-Artist

That Dresses In Sheeps Clothing

“Caeser Nowgustus & The Quarrymen” (A Poem)

by Martin Anton Smith

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From The Illustrious Theatre Company!

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At The Caeser’s Command!

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& So To Return You To Your Quarry!

To Break Those Rock Heads!

To Drip Those Sweat Drops!

To Cry those Tear Canals!

Ad Infinitum!

All Hail Caeser Nowgustus!

In This The New Roman Empire! *

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“Absolutely Positively Contrarian Street” (A Poem)

If You Are Born Into Madness – Madness Is Normal & Unseen.

You Can Be Born Into a Mad Family,

Or a Mad Town,

Or a Mad Nation,

Or a Mad Planet,

Or All Of The Above.

But You Can See Madness – If You Work Hard,

& Strive To Be a Contrarian – An Independant Thinker.

It Is Worthwhile,

& Despite The False Adage “Ignorance Is Bliss”,

Truth Is Nirvana.

They’ll Hate You For Wanting It.

They’ll Hate You For Seeing It.

They’ll Hate You For Teaching It.

Wear That Badge Of Honor,

That The Madman Pinned On Your Chest.

For When A Madman Calls You A Madman

You Must Not Be Mad.

As Two Negatives Multiplied,

Always Make A Positive.

Live In A Universe Of Positively Truthful Nirvana,

Where The Madmen Are Slowly Disappearing From View.

Saint Joe The Neuro-Typical (A Poem + Features on Ep 44 of Podcast).

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com @mrschmitzo

Joe The Neuro-Typical He/Got Caught Up In A Drag

Young Man He Lost His Life/In A Lounge -Room War, Yes

Wrote A Check…Got a wife /Got A Job’N’Mortgage…

Yes-Dear-No-Dear/Now Can I Have A Beer?

No Sir, Bad Deal/Now Where’s my Weekends?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Joe Neuro-Typical/Got Himself Some Kids…

Now He’s Done &Done/ His Life Has Hit The Skids

His Wifes had Seven /& She Wants Seven More

Yes Dear No Dear/Can I Ring A Friend Dear?

No Sir, Bad Deal/Where’s My Motorbike?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Yeah Joe The Neuro-Typical , His Kids – Have All Left Home

Now He’s Ninety-Five /All His Times-a-Gone-Burger

He Had Plans To Play Guitar/But he Can’t Move His FingerHands

Yes Dear, No Dear/ What-d’-ya-want a Foot Massage?

No Sir, Bad Deal/ Where’s My Little Row Boat?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That


Joe Neuro-Typical/ He’s Strung Out On-His Death Bed

Now He’s Ninety-Nine/ & Yes, His Minds Full Of Regret

Why’d He Give His Life? – For All That Hard Selfless Work?

He Coulda Said No/ Yeah Rode himself Into-The-Wind

Yes Sir, Good Deal/ But I Ask Will-He-Be-Re-Born?

Excuse Me Mr! / Why Would He Sign Up To That?

Pardon Me Maaam! /Why Would You Sign Up To That?

No Man Nooo! /There’s No Way I’d Sign Up To That

The Spiritual Foothills, Nestled in the Near Future (Prose).

by Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

Proposition: I quit my job to change my life & then I became poorer financially, & experienced hardship due to this fact.

But I became happier & more content in my personal life. Did I make a mistake? Or did I make a wise decision?

The materialist onlooker says I made a BIG mistake.

The spiritual viewer – though not mercenarily or necessarily a religious one – says I got it right BIGTIME.

So, who is right? Are both the spiritual viewer and materialist onlooker, right?

Let me expand on the idea more loquaciously in more detail, and perhaps an answer can emerge.

If I get if rich in “Life Choice A” the materialist says ‘I’m right’, and adds with a mixture of excitement & hopefulness “will you come to dinner, with my wife in the foothills”.

If I then become Poor in “Life Choice B” the materialist says “Do I know you?” and certainly doesn’t say “will you come to dinner, with my wife in the foothills”

If I then grow to become rich in “Life choice B” the materialist forgets his poor memory of prior & says I was a genius all along, and he “always knew I’d get rich”. He then adds with a mixture of excitement & hopefulness “will you come to dinner, with my wife in the foothills”

The spiritualist of course invites me to his shack on the flat with the reverse financial polarity of the foothills man.

But in doing so – isn’t he also just as much as a “snob” as the man in the foothills? For if the spiritualist is genuinely a “higher consciousness” than that of foothills man, he should also invite the rich to his shack on the flat. For at worse he can understand the foolish materialist better? Would he also not jump at the chance to enlighten the foothills man?

And could I also not say the same of the ‘foothills man’? If he was a true “prophet of materialism” should he not also invite the poor spiritualist for the same opportunity to save him?

This rarely seems to happen – if it did, we’d live in a much better place for the compromise that would inevitably occur.

I call such diplomatic meetings “Summits for Polar Opposites”.

They are full of untapped positive potential, but also, I must admit if tempers and alcohol flair – could end with fisticuffs.

if all goes well:

By dinners end the unspiritual materialist would have his rough diamonds polished into lenses that allow him to see more of life’s non-financial value. He will admit that it is as ‘real’ as his very real Rolex.

By dinners end the spiritualist would have his old dirty glasses polished into diamonds that allow him to pay his rent more easily. He will admit that it is as ‘real’ as his very real copy of Das Capital.

If All goes badly however and fisticuffs fly – the foothills man has the upper hand regardless of location. If he is at the foothills dwelling his private security will beat the spiritualist guest up, and the police will summarily and swiftly arrive to beat him a second time & then remove him & throw him in jail. The next day they will undoubtably successfully charge him with battery.

If the foothills man is a guest at the spiritualist’s shack on the flat and things go badly, the fight will not be of much consequence – for neither are good fighters. But the foothills man will see the potential in the real estate value of the shack on the flat still & charges of battery & then a civil charge so to acquire the land. It being a fact taht we live in a rich-mans-world – the Spiritualist will lose surely his shack in the court settlement.

Thus, in this analysis what should each party do? What is their dominant strategy given they do not know whether the ‘Summits for Polar Opposites’ will result in ‘Smile filled Philosophical Compromise’ or ‘frenzied fisticuffs?’.

The Foothills man should only agree to go to the Summit if he is a guest at the Spiritual man’s Shack on the flat; The Poor Spiritualist should never agree to meeting the “foothills man” for in either case he could end up in Jail & with a conviction, and in one case will lose his shack on the flat and thus risk be thrown into homelessness.

There is of course a third option, which can rescue the situation entirely:

Both parties the ‘foothills man’ & the ‘spiritualist’ can hold the ‘Summit for Polar Opposites’ remotely via telephone, email, instant messaging or teleconference – thereby erasing the destructive potential of the alternate timeline option of the physically held Summit, with its risks of amplified polar opposite positions, fisticuffs & associated black eyes & torn clothing & one-sided battery convictions, Seized property i.e. Shacks on the flat with its side order of homelessness.

Which now brings us to current History.

But facts are facts: We do not see much compromise and mature diplomacy between the different socio-economic classes – who in cyberspace are called “Left Vs Right” or “Liberal vs Conservative”.

But this poor outcome of what has been 15 years & counting of cyberspace hosted ‘Summits for Polar Opposites’, is simply pigheadedness in equal measures by the Spiritualists & the Folk of the Foothills.

When both parties choose to remove the matching dirty uniforms that is pigheaded tribality, a splendid new garment will be seen. It will be made by those wise men from the future, all living together in harmony in the Spiritual Foothills.