I think sometimes that one day I’ll go away someplace perpetually warm; quiet. Somewhere far away from everything as the rest of the world positively goes to shit. But then again, I know myself- and I also know that I could never let myself do such a thing.
I made this blog in back in September 2010, mostly as an online journal of sorts. In all honesty, I never really expected to meet so many amazing people through it. I feel humbled to have been able to share parts of my life and experiences with such wonderful people. However, after much deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that the nature of all things require us to move forward.
I want to say that out of respect for the people I’ve met and the memories made I will refrain from deleting, but I can’t say that for sure. What I do know is that I have left a trail of crumbs behind me, and I feel as though I’m at a point and time in my life where I’d like that trail to be wiped clean because I’m more focused on what is in front of me rather than what is behind.
If I do delete this blog (along with others), I will do so after the full three-year mark, sometime in September. I’d just like to thank you all for your kind words and the support you have shown during all this time. It’s something I will carry with me, always.
sometimes, i ask myself why
we, as people, are often so
confused, as if there is no
sure thing going for us, and
shortly, if not immediately,
i remember that, as a matter
of fact, there actually isn’t.
there is this constant talk
of diversity in a colonized
world, where the majority
of people either used to be
slaves or still are. ownership
becomes a question imposed
upon the third party, and seldom
pertains to the realm of
one’s own self (is this irony,
or better labeled as tragedy?).
oppression is veiled as policy
and your own beauty is sold
back to you in the form of
stamped with an expiry date,
but at least they have the
decency to seal for freshness.
who wouldn’t be confused
when equality is preached
but treated mostly like
a marxist utopia; a fable
for the ages. but in reality
who’s really keeping score?
one person’s glass ceiling
is another person’s glass floor.
you tell me what terror is
but never what terror isn’t;
to error in terror’s eyes
is to terrorize territory already
stricken by the plague of fear.
power feeds on two things,
fear and poverty; because
one has to fatten his own pockets
with someone else’s property.
find a photo of a poor african
child and make a meme out of him,
and make light of the situation
in the name of humanitarianism.
and swear that you feel his pain
when you’ve never worn less than
Marc Jacobs and Michael Kors,
Gabbana and Marciano, let alone
plastic bottles as casual footwear.
tell me institutions make cents (sense)
to test pupils, dilated in dissolution,
on the concrete principles
of fluid knowledge. so i sigh,
as you tell me that your society works
where it’s easier to acquire a
nosebleed than a full stomach,
where bullets cost less than
a blanket and a bowl of soup,
where corporations have capitalized
on the flux of a child’s emotions
in the shape of a toy inside
of a McDonald’s happy meal.
where the raped are more
ashamed than the rapists
and where millions of tax dollars
are spent towards feeding and
educating convicted felons, but
the average student’s financial
forecast predicts a minimum
average of fifteen years
worth of loan repayments.
where politicians make sure
costs stay high and you remain
financial limited in your domain
all because they signed along the
dotted lines in agreement to not
interfere with corporate agendas.
and even in all this inhumanity
you call this a civilization?
ask yourself, how much does it cost
to melt the permafrost in one’s heart?
— — —
“language can be used to
represents capitalist ideologies.”
“observe how selectively privileged
individuals in a unique social
grouping receive preferential
treatment, while others like them in
appearance are treated in the
lower case, all the while being
equally or more important.”
hercautionarytales asked: I love your writing!
Very kind of you. Thank you.