Eve and Mary

John the Baptist. Birth of Idolatry.

Promotion of the Individual.

Unleash the Selfish hordes and punish us.

Virtues replaced with misbegotten wants.

Place him on a cross. Name him as God’s Son.

All hands on deck. Worship the new Captain.

Son of the ignorant, blood of a Whore.

The Original Sin

The Original Sin (Photo credit: Vermin Inc)

Permitted to dwell in shackles in chains.

Higher purpose betrayed so there was Sin.

Engage in discord. Tear the world apart.

Isolated and lonely for His Son.

Misguided Treason against the Kingdom.

Arrogant, Liars, They kill their husbands.

Treacherous pursuits of Her desires.

Should have kept the rib to protect his heart.

Before the knife tore in, bullet explodes.

Reparations none, go kneel at his feet.

The jury will acquit. Bitch is Crazy.

Holier than him, forgiven Her sins.

Premeditation, wicked, vile mind.

Flirting with disaster. She’ll Fuck him now.

Deceit for gain, lying because she can.

Cleaning up a mess, the Maid wears no clothes.

Sleeping in his bed, knowing he’s betrothed.

Blame is placed by the Hands that are washed clean.

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Relentless

The man is fixated. Goals in his mind.

Relentless pursuit of almost perfect.

His fingers count the numbers. They soothe him.

The finishing tape breaks against his chest.

He has to keep going. Never ending.

Sights set on another maybe pursued.

Stumbling over obstacles, never stops.

Path tread underfoot, eyes ever forward.

Faster and higher, nothing distracts him.

He calculates and configures what’s next.

Who wouldn’t want a man so successful?

He must be desired. Prize of the world.

Awards Mark an End, Beginning

Awards Mark an End, Beginning (Photo credit: DVIDSHUB)

So tangible, yet it hurts to fall down.

Picks himself back up. A formula wrong?

Calculator man can’t find the buttons.

All the combinations, which one is right?

Should it be brains, power, size, speed, or strength?

He improves, but hesitates a moment.

Maybe there are people he needs to ask.

Empty conversations. No points are scored.

Bigger and better. His head doesn’t swell.

Surrounded by nothing but trophies won.

A mountain of a man. Challenge the sun.

Ask him who he comes home to, who greets him.

He hears “baby” or “honey” and winces.

Loss of Reality (Bonus): Entertainment and Media

As a former journalist, I feel compelled to weigh in on the transformation in entertainment and media that I’ve seen over the past 30 years. Television has worsened, and there are reasons why I do not even watch it at home.

The devolution of journalism is a condition of bourgeois misperceptions of reality, which is why I have added this post to the “Loss of Reality” series. Journalists have become commodified in bourgeois culture to the point of self-appointed celebrity, which goes against the original purpose of the profession. Journalists (ostentatious and self-aggrandizing authors also included) are supposed to convey information. There is no inherent need outside of capital interest to provide entertainment, when a journalist’s sole purpose is to convey information. A journalist is a medium of communication for sharing information from around the world. There is no need for self-validation either by providing sources as proof of commodity. It is also a betrayal to the profession to promote one’s own books or other involved projects not directly sourced for the news at hand.

Not only do bourgeois misperceptions of reality create these journalist commodities, but they also tend to govern what they produce for the sake of consolidating capital gain. The news is information, and the widest dissemination should be given to issues that most affect public interest. There is no place for celebrity news and gossip in the news when people are suffering from unresolved issues each and every day. For those in the know, take a look around at all of the undiscussed issues that affect you or the world around you, and you will find a monstrous information gap and disconnect the from actual conditions of reality. This is caused by a valuation of product consumption rather than a prioritization based upon universality. It also contributes to why local news outlets report murder and rape disproportionately with their local occurrences that affect the population.

To the attentive reader, the transformation of news media should be a warning sign that commercialization of industry is a premise to the degradation of society. Nothing is pure, nothing is safe when capital gain and exploitation govern our culture and worsen the economic conditions for the rest of the world. Capitalism is the source of these problems and the cause of the gradual destruction of our originally moralistic society. When higher television ratings (as indicators of capital gain) become more important than information to ease the suffering of individuals throughout the world, society must be very troubled. These conditions are overlooked by the bourgeois hands that shape our culture because of the bourgeoisie’s distorted view of reality. To them, culture a means of whitewashing human conditions of reality, which is why they permeate the discussion of topics of unimportance.

English: Newspaper "gone to the Web."

I will grant the bourgeoisie that increased media exposure due to technological advances does dilute the quality of it, but only because it has already been severely limited in scope by bourgeois pursuits of capital gain. They have also contributed to the imbalance of stories dedicated to celebrity or ‘human interest’, which were once valid forms of a feature article. Now, news media outlets focus on the commodification of the individual due to the bourgeois culture shift over the past centuries. This bourgeois understanding of culture creates economic pursuits of capital through the analysis of perceived audience demographics, which then governs news media production. Coupled with the transformation of journalists into commodities, news media subsequently becomes celebrity-based and personality-driven in order to appeal to bourgeois misperceptions of reality through promotion of the individual.

It has not been mentioned yet that the erosion of journalistic standards throughout the news business can also be attributed to competition for capital as characterized by early reporting on ‘breaking’ news. The capitalists seek to hoard any perceived source of wealth, and thus transform reporters into watch dogs of potential capital, minimizing them to stringers with little factual support or evidence in regards to breaking stories. This also minimizes even the associated journalists from being responsible for original research or fact-checking, so long as they support their company’s pursuit of capital gain. The back-page stories then become filled with celebrity updates or anything else promoting the commodification of the individual, making feature articles feel more like editorials. Finally, there is the relaxation of ethics, but that will not be discussed here due to lack of legitimate sources.

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Old News – canon rebel t2i (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

To conclude, bourgeois conditions of reality also cause the bourgeoisie to press an agenda through the abuse of news media. They help to saturate culture with the ideals of the bourgeoisie, ultimately seeking the recruitment of the petty-bourgeoisie as safeguards against the usurpation of the status quo. They utilize news media ‘white space’ to push editorials and feature articles that seek to perpetuate the false notions adhered to by the bourgeoisie and the petty-bourgeoisie. These stories are not event-driven, but serve rather as the imbuement of bourgeois culture. They cover primarily faux economic ideals and legal standards, and even go so far as to pretend an interest in reformist issues such as bourgeois political corruption or immorality in order to satiate the unknowing (reformist) proletariat.  Finally, the bourgeois also perhaps unknowingly share their fear of change through a culture of media fearfulness.

Colonialism and the Destabilization of Africa

English: Ethnic groups of Africa in 1996. Prin...It is well-known that Europeans began the ruination of Africa with the spread of imperialism.

European colonialism had a devastating impact on Africa.

The artificial boundaries created by colonial rulers as they ruled and finally left Africa had the effect of bringing together many different ethnic people within a nation that did not reflect, nor have (in such a short period of time) the ability to accommodate or provide for, the cultural and ethnic diversity. The freedom from imperial powers was, and is still, not a smooth transition. The natural struggle to rebuild is proving difficult.

The willed ignorance of continental conditions in Africa created the widespread problems faced today.

Colonialism erected structures that ruptured the dynamics which had controlled opposing inter-ethnic relations and interests. The post-colonial era witnessed further manipulation and disintegration of ethnic identities and groups, thus making the state central to the dynamics of ethnicity in Africa.

The Rwandan Civil War, Darfur, northern region of Nigeria, Côte d’Ivoire, and elections in Kenya are a few of the numerous conflicts caused by imperialism. An African continent shaped based on the ethnolinguistic groupings shown on the map above would have likely defused many of these aforementioned conflicts. However, it is in the interest of the imperialists to retain such a hotbed for conflict so as to enable the continued exploitation of the continent. Such tactics are currently being utilized in the Arab world as well.

The imperialists have well-funded institutions that train and send subversive rabble-rousers to inflict conflict and prevent such regions from living in peace. They then ‘intervene’ on the behalf of groups who would most likely ensure that the imperialists are the beneficiaries of such conflicts. These tactics are pure evil, and must not be allowed to continue.

Breadwinner

Have some bread, but don’t take it from others.

The Day After Election Day

The Day After Election Day (Photo credit: Daveblog)

Rip it to pieces and pass it around.

Until it feeds every human being.

None has more worth than you, none more precious.

Yet each and every one valued, worthy.

So long as they can reproduce greatness.

Competence for all, allow death for some.

Balance the force. Proficient, hard-working.

Deny exploitation. Punish the cruel.

World without limitations. Share the means.

Forever we have fought. Now we shall reign.

The privileged will suffer stolen crowns.

Inverted to pierce their ignorant minds.

Fear us not, usurpers of justice.

You will receive reward without delay.

Groveling, sniveling, we matter now.

The question has been answered. We know why.

There is a clear path. Follow the mountain.

Beat off those who would snatch at your pockets.

Lazy, quick answer. Corruption denied.

The peak exceeds the plateau. Pinnacle.

They will praise us for ages. Advancement.

The time comes, and progress is not withheld.

A more perfect world that we have released.

Come join the movement. Help us slay the beast.

Friends: Forgotten, Imagined, Unreal

To see my friend, invisible like me.

amigo_invisible

amigo_invisible (Photo credit: LRdeChile)

We spend our time floating on the ocean.

Waiting for a wave to take us away.

Or maybe you’ll find us inside hiding.

A closet for shelter from the mad world.

We built a treehouse with shelter to spare.

Just in case anyone wants to join us.

A complete circle, no chants or verses.

Open membership, but no one applies.

So I work through the days and cry at night.

I watch them all go home to laugh and smile.

As I stand outside freezing in the cold.

An icicle’s warmth melted by my heart.

Feet frozen by the fire, stoke some more.

Smoke signals rise, hope they come to rescue.

Beggar of the world. Don’t cheat, lie or steal.

Live it wrong, and you’ll start to smolder.

The chimney releases your warmth burden.

Inhale your last breath before you finish.

Blow out the plumes, see twisted faces there.

Not your friends, but demons, hauntings and ghosts.

Open your eyes, let them sting for water.

Sealed within the aquarium bubbles.

Swimming in circles, don’t let the fish die.

Let others enjoy your life just for once.

Free Little ‘Birds

“Every little thing’s gonna be all right.”

That’s what you told us, but it can’t be true.

I’m not calling it lies, but look around.

“Don’t worry ‘bout a thing.” Quite a statement.

So nobody needs to pick up the flag?

Return it to the top of the mountain?

Rise up this morning, and bring the rest down?

Complacent, subservient, no longer?

Arrests for crimes, and set the brothers free?

Smile at the sun, let it burn their eyes.

Let it rise every day to right the wrongs.

Overseeing overseers aflame.

Three little birds. Fragile, safe, and vocal.

Exodus (pt. II)... Flight of the gulls!

Exodus (pt. II)… Flight of the gulls! (Photo credit: gogoloopie)

Stronger, protected, intensely aware.

Chirping, fluttering, happiness will come.

Onto the doorstep, no more need to hide.

Into the yard, where the battles collide.

Scorched earth and bodies on stakes. We will win.

Singing about beauty, love after war.

The glories we’ll find, no more need to kneel.

With cleansed hands we’ll bow, hand on coat and head.

Purity and truth. Design and intent.

The changes surmount what we recollect.

Listen to the message. Heed our warning.

Passing judgment is the choice selected.

Down below

We are sea and sand. We are beneath you.

Trampled underfoot. Insignificant.

Just granules. Little pieces, unseen.

A backdrop for your beach, outside your home.

South coast of Barbados, West Indies.

Not allowed inside. Brush away the taint.

So dirty and unclean. Not good enough.

I am sure you are better. Haughty one.

We will not forget how we’ve been treated.

We have ourselves. You’re not the only one.

The only one who matters. Bite your own tongue.

Or place your foot inside. You will eat words.

We are hardy, tempered for the weather.

You are weak. Prey only on the injured.

You are our target. Prisoner of War.

Pay your respects. Tell us what is deserved.

Does it make you cry? Kingdom crumbling.

Built on our backs, therefore, you owe us more.

Cruelty and punishment for thriving.

Ages before you discovered toilets.

Our memories are vivid, remember you.

Welcome, warmth, kindness, generosity.

And you look down your nose. We’ll cut it off.

Show us you can’t be despicable you.

The gloves are off, pummeling pugilists.

You started the fight. Now it is a war.