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Free Spirit

I choke on plastic words creating packaged sentiments of empathy or condolence. Lies slither through cracks in the walls of closets and basements like smoke through an open window. Where do you live in a reality where nothing is real.

To know the truth but carry it buried in the pocket of a smoker wrapped in wolf’s bane for fear of it catching wind. For fear that the others will know and suddenly the scrim will melt away like embers in a moonlit breeze. What would we say, now naked and free, no cloaks to hide our intent. How would we continue without truth layered in embers, but blazing with glory in the dark of night.

These facades have taken on a life of their own trapping us within characters we no longer recognize, but can’t escape. Trapped, breathing though porous masks that suffocate a souls yearning to be free, dying to be released. Is death our only truth and birth no more than awakening to contrived realities dished out in plastic stages of development for the benefit of the play.

We fear nature for its truths. We hide in clothes, houses, and careers dreaming of freedom from it all. We dream of The freedom to be wild and human, compassionate and forgiving in a world without lies.

We fall to our knees looking up to a God who doesn’t recognize us because we hide beneath layers of decay for decades serving a different purpose. A faint pulse beats under a black heart starved of the blood and air nature demands. No one hears the rhythm or feels the life that screams to be judged.

I can no longer breathe the air that’s so polluted with purpose and intent I gag with each breath through constricted lungs. How can I free my soul to meet my spirit before the last breath leads me to a land promised by a bat wearing a doves feathers. I want to live before I die.

I want to overcome the clothes I’ve been given to wear as a child that fashioned my tunic for another mans dream. I want to overcome banners and parchments that hang on dilapidated walls and rusted poles. These shackled dreams of men kept me from wandering free where my God would show me mercy and resolve like Job and his ashes.

I have faith that though I was removed from God at birth I can feel His presence in the absence of the humanity I reside. Everything here is gray and steel, stale and stagnant like ponds of nuclear waste in a forest of deciduous trees permanently dormant. It’s the distant shrill of one lone cardinal that affirms my hope.

My banners are fabric, my honor is defined by laws, and my faith stands alone surrounded by lies. I am made to think. My places of worship have locks and flood lights illuminating signs with catchy slogans selling faith for tithes. It is in the wilderness where truth awaits, where God reveals his majesty, not within rooms decorated for posterity. A forest of mirrors reflecting man’s arrogance and contempt for God’s power and presence is just a step away.

So now I live outside myself. For my body may be imprisoned in this nightmare, but my mind is free to travel the earth searching for a handshake or a hug with the warmth of blood.

My hood drawn loose I walk narrow paths avoiding the noise and smoke from distant fires. My path is lit with the spirits of those gone before me. The spirits of men who walked alone with the weight of the world on their mind. I see with my heart and listen with my mind for signs of life, but the world is static and I was born robbed fluid.

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Fear of the Huddled Masses

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”. “We the people….”.
I could fill a book with patriotic phases, but that’s not my purpose. I am an American. I am a Veteran. I am a Christian. I am a Georgian. I am these things by choice, I’m other things also, but those choices weren’t the best ideas.

I read where some folks want me to be white. Some for unity others for divisive purposes. I didn’t chose this and don’t consider it a defining characteristic. Some would say I can’t chose to not be “white”, it’s a “privilege” I was born with. I don’t play that game and make no excuses or advantage for who I am. I wasn’t raised like that, and I was raised in the segregated north. The one where a few charismatic “civil rights” narcissists created a plastic legacy on the backs of a few good men of different colors. Yeah, I said it.

Some would say I’m a convict. That was the bad choice. I’ll live with the scars of that choice, but that label is yours. I’m an honest man who made a dishonest choice and the consequences are a life sentence for me and others, but don’t get it twisted dude, it’s safer for everyone involved if folks heal, understand, and move on, together or separately. You don’t want a society of folks living in the past, trust me.

Some folks would call me a misogynist. I don’t have no androcentric view of the world. Most of the folks around me would call me courteous. That’s because I’ll carry the heavier grocery sack. I’ll open the door for another person. I’ll compliment an attractive woman. I don’t focus on my strength or a woman’s femininity to bolster a masculine view for myself. I like woman who like men and men that like woman. If you don’t that’s cool, I’ll still open the door for you and greet you.

Some folks would call me poor. I don’t have a lot of possessions or any aspirations to be what some folks consider rich. I do have folks that love me. I do love the folks in my circle. My idea of wealthy would be a good days work with my “old lady”, a long lunch laughing and kissing, followed by a dinner with an unexpected guest who overstays their welcome. No bills would be good, but we’ll make do.

I am an intelligent man. I can think, research, and teach myself like a good mechanic can keep an old car hummin. I ain’t fooled by titles or degrees, I’m a grown man. Those things have a purpose that’s largely designed to stratify society; they’re not an indication of leadership, morality, or intellect. For those of you smart enough to be uncomfortable in that strata, you can go it alone, in the end being a happy person helps more folks than any position or degree.

There are many “things” people could, and do, call me or classify me as. You may feel this way also. Just think for a minute as to why you’re being put into a particular box. Your life is divided up into a dichotomy of madness by folks you don’t know for purposes you don’t care for or benefit from.

Ask yourself why folks are so interested in your failures and successes, then look at who’s really trying to gain an advantage by segregating you from yourself and others. Once it’s obvious you can close the door on ignorance and get back to the table with folks who just want to share a meal and a laugh until the next visit.

You may be wondering about the huddled masses and we the people and how that fits in this rant. Well those statements and many others established in America are not androcentric. These statements were made by men who saw people through the prism of a cracked European heritage. They overcame that legacy intellectually even when they were unable to do so in their own lives in some cases. But they passed on in writing what was right.

They gathered at tables and on benches around the country and came to the same conclusion. Folks need to be free to live their lives as they chose as long as it doesn’t oppress someone else. They would be appalled at the dysfunctional dichotomy that folks have created to divide us. They would scratch their heads at the notion that “multiculturalism” would be considered a path to unite Americans.

They would be disappointed that Christians groveled to outside influence and question God rather than continuing to pray an act in the spirit of James. They would be angered that atheist have a voice in our morality with the history they have buried underneath false philosophical premises.

None of these folks want to sit around and talk. Technology has enabled us to communicate at a level we’re still not mature enough to understand. It’s a whole different game when you sit across the table from the person you’re talking to, and the folks who are dividing you understand that. They don’t like tables and porches, they hide in closets with a desk.

Tattered

Faded glory melds colors and beliefs into a tapestry of tattered flags and parched documents. There was a reason to stand for something that’s lost, there was a prayer for hope that sank, and there was faith that we were different.

There’s an old saying that ain’t safe to whisper anymore; “We can’t let the inmates run the prison.”. It’s true wether you’re talking about prisons, asylums, or governments. When the inmates, patients, and politicians run the country, rather than the people, we’re in trouble.

What this old saying is really saying is folks need a leader when they gather in groups, voluntary or not. Now we can look around in America and say the lack of leadership has led us to a point where the national narrative reads, “I’m gonna go out and hire me a boss!”. We let the idiots loose and it’s like opening a cage full of quail in a corn field.

This ain’t no easy fix. We are surrounded by idiots on all sides with no one to get things in order. The media is at the center and should be reigned in. Words are powerful, the whole “pen and sword” thing. The extremes on our left and right have to be purged with them. Maybe a giant bonfire of words where not even the smoke could whisper to the ears of the ignorant.

This progressive movement was allowed to get outta hand and poses the biggest threat. From the “feelings movement” in the 60’s to the “everything’s subjective” movement of the 21st century the progressive movement that came outta Europe, (France) has steadily gathered a foothold in America.

We can remember the Beatles, which are highly over rated compared to other music of that time, but they were “pop” music and someone was paying their way onto American radio. Today we see public television and radio is riddled with European influence.

Politics have been shaped by this movement. The extreme right is here as a response to the progressive movement. progressives gained further hand holds through NGO’s and health issues. They’ve convinced a large sector of America that healthcare is a right.

In education they’ve shaped curriculum and policy through collaborative endeavors. Our schools and universities are an extension of our government and overtly infringing on parents rights. This is a European model of being on the border of democratic socialism. And if you don’t think there are folks out there in America who will give up some of their parental rights for free healthcare you don’t know your enemy.

It’s so convoluted now there is a national “opioid crisis” being driven by pharmaceuticals and backed by the insurance industry. This crisis puts the addict as the victim of these two industries and their respected influence in politics.

The addict is the epitome of the hustle. They will stop at no length to supply and justify their actions associated with an addiction. They’ve got America fooled, thinking their the victim, when they’re the addict. Yeah insurance and pharmaceuticals are dirty. Doctors and pharmacists are middle men profiting from the hustle. In the end though, you dropped, smoked, or shot some shit that got a hold of your ass and your co dependent circle just spun around with your ass like a “merry go round” that was too cool to jump off.

This is at the heart of the progressive movement. Because someone’s bigger or more influential than you, you can justify your own actions. You have a right to have what others have regardless of effort because that’s only fair. These idiots been raised on the lie that their feelings matter. Their feelings don’t matter, their efforts matter, and sometimes that don’t even work.

These beliefs are new to America on this scale. They have support through all levels of government and throughout society. As Americans many folks think that means they’re entitled to success without effort or work, good intentions paved…….

It’s almost like the right will justify profits and influence at any cost in exchange for a few middle class breaks that keep those citizens secure. On the other hand you have the left that thinks that profit is not necessary as long as everyone’s comfortable and no one loses out on the American Nightmare.

Make no mistake that the progressive movement is a foreign threat. Europe is good at this. They left us the legacy of slavery, then turnt around and freed their slaves blaming us for the institution. Here we are 200 years later still confused. A socialist America is a United Nations goal, especiallyEurope.

The largest effort in history on our two most critical rights are free speech and right to bear arms. Folks are continuing to try to establish court cases within both spectrums to further dilute these rights. It’s no accident or coincidence it’s these two rights always being challenged by the progressive movement.

Throughout American society we see a collective effort by the progressive movement to deconstruct what has been built by strong willed Americans. This is a critical time. We’ve seen the worst examples of the extreme right and extreme left in the past two presidents. It’s time the folks in the middle stood up and said enough.

It won’t be enough though. Even if we reigned this shit in today the damage is done. We have the largest incarceration rate in the world and entertain ourselves with influential criminals walking free on television daily. We have a technological Mecca and Americans won’t even take the time to google facts they regurgitate. We have the most advanced healthcare in the world and it’s produced addicts and hypochondriacs. Our education system is funded like a war chest and parents are having meeting with college professors about 20year olds grades. I can go on and on about how the progressive left has convoluted the American consciousness, but why? The extreme right is standing in the wood line drooling, waiting to baptize me with a dollar and send me back to the grind with a smile and kick me sticker on my back.

We’re screwed and there’s no help on the horizon. I wish I could see that glow in the distance, or hear the faint sounds of intelligent chatter just through the jungle. It ain’t there. Th real problem is if this exploded it doesn’t have a direction; or maybe that’s what’s holding it all together. All I know is I’m gonna sit back and enjoy the ride and brace for the landing.

What could be funnier than the age of “You couldn’t make this shit up!”.

Crayon Box Kids

I know you’re busy. I realize that wasting time on this crayon box shit them idiots been carrying around for years, or a check, is tired. It’s past ignorance if that’s possible. I understand you have to work, take care of family and spend time with friends, but you have to take a minute.

We let these bastards run their mouth to long. Yeah, it wasn’t worth it to shut them up, but it ended up being like the child that was never disciplined and suddenly became too big for everyone’s britches. Now these little idiot actually have folks convinced their legit and he brought the playground with him.

I know you hear about colors that matter and wonder why. Just like I wonder about geeks who are so afraid of the dark they take their sheets outside with them so they can keep their minds hidden under their sheets.

We shut these fucks up for a minute, but they ain’t going away. We knew this and moved on not realizing folks would find dollars in the pockets of sagging pants. We didn’t realize the sheets would get folded up and put away for hair styles. Who knew that these miedra ignorante would steal the cowboys bandana to wipe their ass instead of sweat from a hard days work.

They’re all the same. Like some adolescent bitch in heat they dress up, fix their hair, and show their ass like it’s some booty for mentally incapacitated hood rats who colors kids white, black, brown or red like pit bulls in a whelping box. Who knew we would end up listening to these feminized men trying to emasculate jewelry and fashion to entertain their Momma’s through an audience of baby Momma’s raising little man.

I can’t understand the toothless bastard stealing flags and soldiers medals to paint their town white. Even crazier, there’s a chicken shit cracker eating desk jockey out there buying this fool the paint and brushes as long as he don’t tell no one. You know the one, he has masks and dollars to masquerade as a leader, he cut his teeth in a church building that could only produce a spirit with white robes.

I know you’re out there quietly shaking your head like me. I know you see through the race hustle like I do. Usted ve la ignorancia. We are humans. We left our crayon boxes in elementary school. We aren’t fools lost in some world of physical attributes as power, our power is seeing through bandanas, sheets, and feminized male fashion.

Now we have to speak to those cultures trying to usurp our efforts and failures as their excuse for choosing to get theirs. These micro cultures within our diverse country don’t deserve a voice when they start screaming like little man in Walmart trying to get a new toy. We need to understand for them they’ve been a political bitch for decades to a movement that will stoop to any level to create a vote.

These political pariahs don’t support the poor, they exploit the govt assistance chasing hood rats and their colorful offspring for entertainment. They don’t care about the immigrant that’s no longer Mexican, and will never be American. They make movies about drugs, bandanas, and guns. They don’t care about the poor folks of all colors, they pit us against each other using false stats and cops who work for spineless administrators who don’t know the first thing about leadership. And we fall for the ruse, folks believe there’s a race problem because they are still the political bitch and don’t know the difference between cultures and race.

Old folks say just cause you’re poor don’t mean you have to be dirty. I say just cause we’re poor we don’t mean we have to be ignorant. The more we study, or research, the more we realize them folks ain’t that smart anyway.

Rise above the ignorance. Take control of your reality. Understand that your people are in your circle and anybody trying to represent better step back. A real man don’t let no bitch dressed up acting represent him. We stand tall in our own boots and sandals. We stand with our sons and daughters, wives and parents, as an example of a free man. Free physically and mentally from any influence of dollars or comforts we ain’t earned. We ain’t no particular color, we’re a particular character, and we’re calling Ya’all out!

Artificial Existence

Artificial ignorance, is artificial intelligence an oxymoron? This creation based reality that is being advanced by the progressive movement hasn’t changed in 100 years, and we still have to listen to the ignorance.

This rote life form can be admired and armed to the point everyone is “blown away”! What makes it interesting is that in its simplest term, these forms can be shut down in seconds, it takes years to shut a human down. This basic fact has to be ignored to perpetuate the artificial truth that you can create real life outside the womb, unless you redefine life.

A latent effect for the average person is we begin to quantify life. The same folks who progressively portray themselves as humanist are the ones who developed this concept to establish the paradigm shift. Now the conversation is open to dividing up a populace. We can quantify woman, children, or babies. We can Label illegals, criminals, or addicts. We can bolster the belief in class and entrench masses in associative values. We could even quantify the fetus and each trimester and assign levels of humanness, ignoring the fact this is the origin of ignorance.

Now we come up with a right to life or woman’s choice slogans that serve to falsely elevate the gender gap. They throw in divisive terms like patriarch or matriarchal as if there’s a division. This is how they quantify the process of procreation. Divide the male and female ability to procreate. Then add artificial genders to confuse the possibilities. Then it becomes archaic to consider a man and a woman and the power of creation. Now it’s far fetched to think a man and a woman can create a family that can change the world. This is the America they want to eliminate. This is a hidden pillar of socialism that is masked by the scrim of deceit.

This is possible more and more because much of what was fantasy 100 years ago, is a reality today. The roots of ignorance run deep. These ideas and supporting terms were written and discussed years ago, there were many academics with political intuition who saw this and outlined the foundation of today’s progressive movement.

Keep I’m mind I’m speaking about one aspect of the progressive movement. Also keep in mind that most of the folks following this movement don’t understand the value of the compartmentalized nature of the ideology that influence their beliefs. For most it’s as simple as having a choice is better than not having a choice, being free within a society or culture is a right. We can even take our ability to create artificial existences and extend that to the natural order. All we had to do is attack every part of the process by creating a dichotomy within conception, gestation, and maturation. Then quantify the individual processes and soon the arrogance of the artificial intelligence fallacy has fled believing they can exercise that power over the natural order, which is demonized.

But why go to these lengths? Why divide the world against itself to unify it against itself. Chaos. Within this chaos created by ignorance leaders will arise who can gain control of the process and guide the fractionalized pieces together towards a unified ignorance till it looks like an early Picasso.

Listen to what’s being said nationally. Socialism can be a better system if we add “democratic” as a prefix. This was apparent in our last election when an elitist dressed as a common man espousing socialist ideals of shared wealth, except his. The “old man”, with his tweed jackets and grey hair, was a product of a generation heavily influenced by characters, not reality. Living proof that egocentrism isn’t confined to early childhood when you’re wealthy or privileged.

There are many other aspects of this movement and it’s ignorance that the same rubric is used to keep folks following this ignorance. I won’t waste time since the rubric is obvious. In it’s simplest form it’s the kid who is different justifying his difference by starting an argument between his two buddies to gain control of how each of them view the other. All the while remaining invisibly in control of the whole discord; until the other two boys grow up of course, then they hopefully whip his ass.

The truth is we’re about as free as you can be if you chose to live as part of a society, culture, or family. We have to sacrifice part of our freedom to be a part of any group. Even living life within one of the artificial existences requires you to give up part of who you are. Maybe that’s where the term “keep it real” came from, some sort of cry for freedom from artificial arrogance.

U.S.S. Implosion

The ship lists; the starboard side judges the port with fate, while the port side glares down with contempt and favor. Fore and aft are no longer considered as waves lap at the feet of passengers. Not knowledgable enough to assist, they chatter and regurgitate what deck hands think they know.
The Captain looks to his Lieutenants with hope. Hope that they knew more than how to appease guilded sleeves. Hope that they would glance below and feel something besides the power of privilege. Hope that the reality of the ocean spray would awaken their souls.
Below deck the rabble rouses to their station. Grumbling at the years of toil. It was fine when they had theirs and it mattered not that fools gold and real gold were just a matter of reality both purchased this moment.
When the ship sails there’s hope and dreams. When the ship docks there’s anticipation and wonder. Alas, when the ship sinks there’s realization. Realization that everything sinks, all cloth gets wet, and lungs fill at the same rate no matter the lineage.
Now the playing field is even. This is a dangerous moment. A moment where all that matters is within you. The will to live or die for yourself or something greater. Prayers won’t reach heaven before you’re gurgling salt water and prayers, time has becomes a noose.
The spectrum of human emotion and behavior play out below the Captains Mast as he loses faith in humanity and goes down with his ship and dignity, but go down he will, just like the porter in the bowels of the ship.
The scrim of civility dissipates with a reality that comforts some and destroys others. True colors replace national colors and whip in the wind. No place to hide before deaths grasp. Running within anarchy serves the purpose. Everything is futile but breath and thought.
So here we are in rougher seas in a ship that’s rolling with the sea rather than on it. There is no Captain, no dignity, no order. Humanities become a whirlwind of ignorance within green seas. No more “man overboard!”, it’s every man for himself.
The difference today is the rabble is no longer satisfied with waiting silently below for orders. They know there’s no real captain, just a man with a uniform that sinks at the same rate as their tattered rags. They know because knowledge is the currency of the day, understanding is a myth. Truth is a creation, and lies are tools of the trade.
These times have came before and passed. Many ships lay full of treasures to blind future generations of pirates. There are stories of victories over the sea that are humbly recorded and hesitantly retold, because the understanding that reality has layers that order maintains hinges on knowledge that hides the truth of humanity.

Continence

Realms lie outside reality.
Escape plans never run,
but dreams can’t hurt,
Or can they.

Speculation teases reality
with possibly as bait
for impossible journeys,
Outside the mind.

Dimensions elude us by design.
For those who care to leave,
this world has dichotomies
our minds intuitively fear to travel.

It’s safe within hope and fear.
Boundaries are like blankets
that cover or smother
what’s outside; us.

There’s a world within us
that many fear to travel
and other dwell to death.

The balancing scale lay twisted
as a legacy to sanity
and history feared by soft hearts
mocking ghosts they can’t touch.

So now truth is twisted and polished
for purposes and intents weaker
Than the weapons they carry.

Calloused hands are carved in statues to be admired
and stroked by manicured realities
so far fetched even dogs lie down.

The sliding scale of reality mesmerizes thick brains
and thin skin
creating beautiful dreams.

I remember now though
beauty is a mask
and a smile can blind
those that lack focus.

The path home is gone,
a portal closed to actions
and relegated to words
of the loudest idiot.

I just hope somewhere in the text
are inspirations understood
by future patriots willing and able
to stand true in the face of ignorance, otherwise we’re doomed.