Naming who has access and who doesn’t guides our efforts in challenging injustice.
Very much a sociological flowchart for social upheaval.
It’s all so sectioned and layered, like little sushi houses on the hillside. Tamped down suburban tapestries edging and lining round ‘hoods. The ironclad
community irons out the numbers. Fives and nines and yays of the committees, concluded quotas pity the false riche. Rotary clubs and sandy beaches privately wedged ‘tween overtaken communals, blank spaced re-unmolded earth, steam-cleaned flattened land freshly longing for plazas, open-concept piazzas, quaintly coiffed town square, with the clock tower facing outward.
Always a face out, facing opposite to differentiate, separate, sepiarate. Bring back an olde ways sideways from the main days. Throwback projecting capitalize on the rose-coloured capitalism. Shaded eyes, shady palms, wave hello to new Coconut Grove. Hello, I must be going.
Let’s just say flowers and bushes aren’t the only things white picket fences shield from growth.
Someone gives life
creates – unfurls – brushes colour into the earth
warm breath cascades forth mist-like
living longing – sentience
warm blood moving in and around a body of promise
Another takes life
eradicates the spark – hush out the warmth that could continue to grow
breath so warm so long
stomped, shattered, ‘neath the concrete
stealing a life
thieving more warmth from our bodies, from our hopes
dreams of good will
my feet bleed as I walk among the debris in another man’s shoes
lungs desperate for warm air
From a life of servitude to useless fodder.
The poultry pharms are proles no longer, roles no longer.
Necessary to put them under, down and sunder, thunderous clatter among the squawks.
Iced in beasts become a burden.
Burdened no longer.
Bred to kneel to death no longer. Longer sentence cut for the covid.
Hate myself today, but less than I hate all those people else
I am an asshole
Angry from the birth of shit
Why’s it so hard to be happy yeah yeahy
Hate so impacted in me
What happened to the fun-loving-self
Lovely good boy
The days when we had everything
Is it fiction
Is it nostalge
Where did my real happy begin
In the adult phase the real work is mist
To follow the normals is to commit to plastic bliss
Am I just plastic pasted exist
Are we just aimless rotten abscess
Help em find me
motherfucker Muthafucka muthafuka mo
do they love me
do they hate me
do they fucka fuck my hole
Love it love me hate it hate me
Blaze that hole
Burn that skoll
end to end just obliterate whole
No be to thee nor to that
No lust for hills of gilded fawning
Trembling accords, grander graces
Those outer, bowing to other, give cheers and chords to status seekers
Harping for thine golden echelons singing praises
sipping n supping the quos’ mannered listings
Hierarchy matter makes steep staircased showing
Huzzah lustful princes n dames
High places n high stats do thee revel in
Ethereal n ephemeral, heavens lustre glittered
But human, oh so human art thee
Prided, gilded, guilted
Held up sombrely n loverly tiny worships you’ve implored
Large jests these largesse onto commoners so abhorred
Maketh matter maketh marred gods to suffer n endure
Sufficed for the times until new ones bear forth
Maketh new, maketh more
“while I debate whether or not I ever want to have children because one day they might be the unarmed victim being shot down, or the promising young person whose life was shortened because they were in the ‘wrong place’ or were there at the ‘wrong time’, because they might be blamed for their own murders and deaths or assaults no matter how kind-hearted, intelligent, and respectful I raise them to be.”
It’s not important to everyone but it is important to some. Eventually this portion of our existence and thought process becomes a side dish, it’s on the back-burner while we eye it occasionally from the periphery if we get to otherwise it comes back to the front facial. It is a constant, sapping energy and mental/emotional resources and needing some salve to temper the anger and resentment; grapes of bitterness.
Few moments over the years I have had the luxury of not thinking about my status or position or skin in the current world. Brief pauses where I was just a person, nothing more nothing less. They tended to get muddied as some “person of whiteness” quickly found a way to remind me, often while I was minding my business. Many out there will not believe that but it’s okay that not every one likes reality, doesn’t dip their toes in the cold, harsh ocean surrounding us. It is forever an art of patience and cognitive distancing.
The mind doth wander when amidst the clouded air
The eye speaks truth when mouth is snapped
Inner truth is respite for these outer trappings
My body screams and wrenches
My mind does shriek for lacking measured words
I have no mouth and I must scream
Amid some frowns, furrowed brows, crinkled skin that jitters with the scorn of pride
Those wide eyes gleaming with absolute knowledge of its rightness
Righteous rage come bluster forth
Shade the mask that hide these lingering forms hot under collars
Sweeping such things under rugs
Suppressing disdainful, irregular thoughts measuring not with the real
The limits of boldness
The anchorage of cold, clammy cohorts bewilderingly apprehensive in the acknowledgement of truth
Any truth that blows and whines and beckons for brief moments allowed
Lessened the narrow mind should be besmirching the desire for flaccid perceptions
And I am confounded so many a time many a present moment driving me around poles in the mind
So lost amid cringes, lost against bitter visages
Indignant faces popping out like Alice’s funny tormentors
Tight-lipped cats seethe with the double standards
Replay them for the records that blights and stays to mark, to stain
A human stain that bleeds incorruptibly egregiously into this silk wrapped round the globe
Finery so spotted and ruined it sickens me to see, churns my guts and distorts my face into a similar visage as theirs
The work to subdue this inner bestial nature is pricked and struck by follied words
By coarse actions paraded and pranced around so vehemently and loudly
If only 1 to 10 were infinitely repeatable
If only that was a record to repeat slowly and inwardly
Sweetly rocking me to delude and fog my mind’s eye to regular horrors
Banal evils and less than decent males
Males storm the disheveled brain and lay waste searches for peace
Forever searching and abandoning expectations
Forever tilting ears to listen to sweet songs that do reprieve
Forever hearing bureaucracy and legalese and I must laugh so as not to scream. The mouth is yawed and clenched when hearing such blather and concessions after the fact. After years and months of twiddling tongues, of splitting hairs, of party lines muddying the sand.
These divisions and sidings of eventuality. Lesser of two evils; contrition and turncoating at the very breath of the fall; resigning partisans and pundits bowing just enough to save the face. Oh so much flopsy folly permeating the wiwaves and opinions of our surrounding peers. Such tripe such lies such dangling placating my ears sing for headphones and buds letting out the sweet elation and relief. Though escaping leaves me unaware and lost to new trickery and swindles.
So I’m stuck half and half tween worlds of fiction, fallacy, trite contrites and rhetoric rebranded. C’est la vie. Quel dommage.
“Since then, Iraq has displaced Iran and Libya as the leading “rogue state.” Others have never entered the ranks. Perhaps the most relevant case is Indonesia, which shifted from enemy to friend when General Suharto took power in 1965, presiding over a Rwanda-style slaughter that elicited great satisfaction in the West. Since then Suharto has been “our kind of guy,” as the Clinton administration described him, while carrying out murderous aggression and endless atrocities against his own people…”
Why do we not read between the lines more and acknowledge nuance and underlying messaging? All this terminology and lingo,jargon,wordspeak brings the reflection forward. Must we have this continuous, roundabout discussions and flawd arguments. So flawed, so cracked, so bereft of the knowledge and intelligence that got so fortified in centuries ongoing.
We already knew bad argumentation, knew innuendo and coded language. We’ve had businessmen and politicians say such tripe and deny the logic trail for absence of literal expressions and straightforward red-handed language and actions. Trump didn’t say this exact thing this exact phrase with legal ramifications and technicalities attached. All this legal garbage adding more slosh to that swamp we’ve heard about somewhere. The obvious ploys and ham-handed argumentation are what aggravate me. Tricking and scheming people should be HARDER than all these antics I’ve seen in these short years on planet duh. Enough P.T Barnum bullshit and low level, hardly trying obfuscation from these disgusting males, whatever party and tribe they align themselves with. If we are stuck with corruption at least we coukd have better, more savvy corruption. Higher levek strategic deception. My kingdom for a Loki or Moriarty to sway the masses and democracy.