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Shattered Illusions

I’m tired of hearing my thoughts, I want to be felt, not read. I want to be understood, not interpreted. All this noise out there is deafening. I want my own frequency.

I don’t care if you’re right, or left for that matter. I care that you are willing to compromise your integrity by screaming vomit as a way of distancing yourself from your absurdities. You can attack me when your point is dull, that’s popular; just remember your tone doesn’t make you right, it makes you loud.

I’m sick of the ignorance. It goes way beyond feelings at this point. We educate folks because ignorance is dangerous. It’s not anyone’s fault your paralyzed into fear over shit you don’t understand. Wake up and think. Stop relying on folks to explain things to you. This makes you the victim.

There are folks out there with elaborate methods to direct your thoughts towards their goals. They will appeal to your needs, your fears, or your aspirations for their pockets.

They dangle pensions and medicine like your an ass strapped to a cart being led by a plastic carrot. Don’t believe me, look, listen, hear what’s going on around you. It’s very clear if you open your mind.

You can be a career, or live to be a legacy, or pass along freedom and adventure’s journey. There’s a long line of mules dressed as prosperity sitting on my mantle as a reminder. A reminder that the size of the cage doesn’t change the fact we’re captured, borders are borders.

Folks don’t even understand freedom anymore. It’s a word with colors that are translucent. They think liberty is something to strive for, not understanding that you have to be imprisoned to be liberated. They trade the suffocation of more oppressive ideologies for the delusion of an overdressed prison yard with rules that even tell them how to cross a street.

There was a time little signs dotted manicured green spaces warning us not to walk on the grass. This was to protect the efforts of those that sculpted the illusion of beauty and preserve the image of order.

100 years later there are millions of folks who don’t “walk on the grass” because it’s dirty, or there are bugs, and a good many who fear stepping off the path.

Now truth has been bred out of your DNA. You cry for more laws, rules, and regulations as a right to be imprisoned. We despise honesty like a mirror that reflects our obese ideals. So now the shattered pieces of what you realize was a lie are spread out before you to reassemble into this compartmentalized insanity.

Don’t listen to me. Don’t listen to the folks who want to own each piece of your shattered insanity to reflect patriotic colors as a blinding light. Listen to your mind, feel with your heart, and walk away from the ephemeral prison that has been created for you to spend most of your life as an inmate only to enjoy a few years as the guard.

Freedom doesn’t have boundaries, it has consequences. Liberty can’t be passed on or inherited, it’s our inherent birthright as humans to think and act freely without regard to power. We self regulate.

America is beautiful. Our ideals noble. Our people diverse and charitable. This is unique in the history of the world. Our government no longer represents, nor resembles us. It seeks to divide us with their fears. Their fear that we’ll collect their shattered pieces and take away the prism they use to perpetuate this blinding ignorance. It’s s matter of time and circumstance whether that’s done through civil means or sacrifice.

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Death of The American

A man not clear in his faith is not clear in his thoughts. Either you are or your not, faithful. About what may matter less than an indecisive mind about your own persona. A man in the middle has two masters ruling his existence.

Creeds, oaths, and constitutions are facades for men with a weaker continence. An American was never intended to be part of a government, quite the contrary, a government was meant to be part of a man to protect the interests of those with which he communes.

Throughout his life, an American, uses his time to protect his life and liberty. Neither are afforded by any other man or entity. He develops his strength physically, mentally, and intellectually as to provide for his interests and the interest of those with whom he communes.

A free man stands alone with allegiance to principles, not people or governments. He may have to bear faith and allegiance to an ideal bigger than himself at times to protect his liberty, but his principles do not change, and in the absence of threat he returns his allegiance to himself and his interests. This is the point of the word “bear” in the oath a soldier takes. He must endure the subjugation of his liberty for a time as to protect the greater interest of his liberty. This is a temporary state within the life of an American.

I hear “let freedom ring!” I see pristine flags wisping in the winds of time. I watch parades and ceremonies where Americans glorify the deeds of our Nation. What I don’t see is liberty and independence. I see dependence and authority established without resistance.

Americans calling for more laws while stripping the independent man of his liberty. Americans dividing over resources they didn’t sweat for provided by politicians who own nothing but a plastic title. I see leadership redefined for those weaker men to be considered consensus. I hear lies that Americans ignore for a larger piece of a pie that’s been sitting in the window sill way to long to be edible. I feel we’re lost.

We’ve been so far removed from what it means to be an American weaker men have diluted liberty and independence to compromise and control. We were never intended to be ruled. Read the documents. Pay attention to the language. Understand liberty, understand independence, comprehend the nuances of phrases like “bear true faith and allegiance, these are temporary states of being that have rode the lie of pride into a subjugated existence that’s portrayed as free, you’re not free, wake up.

I bear what dealings I have with institutions like government for the greater good of my interests and the interests of those I love. I bore truth faith and allegiance throughout a career in the military. I sacrificed freedom, therefore I understand that’s over. My allegiance is to my interests now and benefit citizens I’ll never meet or shake hands with, I am no longer my government.

We are in a war within that most cannot see. This war, if lost, will compromise all that it means to be American. I’m not speaking about being patriotic, I’m speaking of independence. I’m not speaking of pride, I’m speaking of respect. I’m not speaking of unity, I’m speaking of liberty. If we remember and understand what it means to be an American and act as such, this will provide for the common defense.

Americans were never meant to be a government, a religion, a party or race. We were meant to be independent folks who cared enough about our liberty and independence that at times we would sacrifice those principles for our greater good, then return home with our allegiance to our own endeavors.

We are in danger. Too many of us are governed by weaker men with goals other than our independence and liberty. They can’t give us liberty, it’s ours inalienably. They can’t give us independence, it’s our heritage. They can’t give us freedom, only take it, and this has been the path for far too long. Stand up alone, be proud of yourself, and let no man govern you into a subjugated state of illusion!

A Brush With Life

If pictures can paint a thousand words, our words can paint a million pictures, so speak your mind carefully. Remember that your heart and mind beat as one in a delicate balance.

The art of life is free within the confines of our physical world, but our thought, our dreams, are a world without boundaries. A gallery of wonder revealed within every vessel of hope. Create with your mind and paint your spirit with the rainbow of light.

Death looms for most, a release for a few, and a new beginning for others. The patina of time glimmers on fading memories like water colors running on canvas. A landscape of light melding into a blur of colors washing what was coherent. This is why the light within the tunnel is surrounded by darkness, we become the color.

Be your own portrait, don’t be painted by time or circumstance. Everyone’s an artist. Some with their hands, others with their minds. The difference in the medium is irrelevant, it’s the one who choses their brush carefully and let’s their heart move their hands that creates beauty.

Free Man

I fight daily against an enemy of words. The world tries to steal my freedom with names that fit people, but make no sense to a person. All I want to do is honor the pride in my hands, the hands that feed my imagination and my hunger.

I have no color. I’m not a continent, I’m a land to myself. I live where my boundaries take me, not where I am placed. I build a life for my own, not for scavengers to fly above waiting till the time is ripe.

A group is insecure by nature and needs others to validate their beliefs, I need no man to walk the paths of my journey, you may shake my hand, but never my beliefs, so go elsewhere for weaker constitutions.

I see other men joining. I will never join anything but my beloved. I don’t need another mans glory to walk proud. I don’t need clothing and adornments to demonstrate my weakness within another mans prowess, I stand alone. You cannot define a free man, he won’t allow it.
I understand most men seek solace in the company of other men under a banner of past accomplishments by other men, but me, I’m not livestock. I’m brave enough to be free.

Things do not make me, the earth does. My nature is not built of glass and steel, I’m relentless like the growth that overtakes your buildings long after they’ve been abandoned for new fantasies.

I don’t need to be entertained by false displays of bravado or heroism. I fight a war for my existence everyday not to be defined by the ignorance around me. Slogans and creeds are the vines that choke a free man. Banners and flags are just signs of which direction the storm is coming. My mind is outside the realm of incarceration, no matter where my body is.

I wish no man Ill will, nor do I judge a man for being led. We stand where we’re placed, from there we put down roots based on our topography, or keep moving to avoid being cultivated. Germination is more than seeds in dirt, and to stand in awe at the explosion of light throughout your life trying to climb on the backs of other men like weeds in a garden doesn’t create fertile souls. Turning the soul over continuously prepares the mind to consider the spirit.

Stay free my friend. Resist the world and it defining ambitions. Don’t come my way with your seeds of destruction, it will be like planting seeds in a jungle, the wild ones will always take over and define themselves. I wish you a lifetime of calloused hands toiling, and sweating brows dripping, into your own pastoral bliss.