Gold and Glory

With new debates igniting new passions, songs and discourse pledging dreams and promises of a future with glory lined with a border of gold. With this season where in this democracy we drawn lines between ourselves to show friend in thought from within the chaos. Binding together hands in partnership with either the selective past to guide them or marching to a steady beat of the drummer boy with a manifesto held above them. Each yelling towards the other, each claiming righteousness with God or inside decaying inked lines. Each quick to blame, each quick to boast its authority as absolute. Inside the noise of men speaking with generalities seeming to promise the world, promise glory and gold with out knowing or without desire to achieve either. Or worse...

With words of dripping with the honey and nectar of the gods. Worms of men often speak the loudest when given the opportunity. We have developed a nasty little habit that we collective have come to enjoy secretly...

We mark the boxes next to names based upon unfounded reasons of promises of glory and gold. When the so named fail to produce promised bounties, we pout, moan, complain that someone has to fix the system. We have fallen in love, we have dark fantasies of wanting and hoping for the stated glory and gold to fall from sky as if divine love should pour from the heavens...

Over two hundred years and some of those years came with glory and others with gold. Apathy has taken the place of rolled up sleeves and sloth has replaced sanctity. Loyalty to images of poorly drawn mammals lead the discussions and lead the hearts of so many to claim righteousness. Now we expect the glory and gold to fill the empty vaults of our souls.

Secretly I wait for the ghosts of the Blues and Greens from centuries buried to come to us and show us how to riot...Nike!

To those that speak for the sounds of God I ask that you truly see freedom as the basis of any true understanding of any knowledge. Freedom is not defined by you, freedom is beyond papers, beyond courts, police and wars. Freedom of thought must be, for truth if forced into the hands and bodies of others is no more then tyranny. Rule under the auspices of theocracy, we will learn that there will be no end to the tyranny that would rain from the hands of the “righteous”.

To those that speak idealism of individualized freedom being above all the most important. With actions and fervor that rival that of religious zealots your actions would lead to tyranny no different than that of a theocratic totalitarian regime. Your prophets speak to claim total freedom of one the freedom of another is and must be willingly sacrificed. You speak of freedom but only as defined by your own hands and how it would be applied is questionable. World free from not a world with freedom.

Freedom to be is no more than that. Defining ones self against the backdrop of society is every ones personal journey. Searching for that metaphorical spot in which all us must fit is a nice ethos to help us cope with the disturbing unfairness of mother nature and human kind.

Be not weak...things may be good. They must be better... (Saxon)

We have an opportunity coming soon to us. Soon we will have the noise calmed and the torrents of oceans of opinions will be stilled for one day. On that day think of glory and gold, think of what and how it was promised to you. By which price it will demand. Gold and glory do not come from idle hands only asked to move once every four years to define the destiny of a country. Blues and Greens once rioted and held an empire hostage. They demanded gold and glory, they failed when glory and gold was a price to steep to pay their greed guided them to fools and follies. They asked for accountability from a Emperor almost a thousands years after the Brutus. It was too late. When do we begin to ask for our leaders to represent us. A thousand years when our Republic has turned from its founding as a place of freedom to theocratic, totalitarian, failure. Will we end up as the Blues and Greens? Slaughtered by the thousands, humbled with a new respect for the chains that encircled them completely. They bowed at the Emperors feet. But for four days an Empire stood free from Emperor.

Think to which you ask your fellows to stand and be counted for you in the halls of our government. Do they to their own whims serve? Do they to their own ideals be slaves?

My voice will not be silent, nor will I be silenced by sword or cell, threats or chains the choice to be, is all that freedom can afford.

The Convenience of Thought..

Ever since humanity had collectively been able to think beyond the realms in which they stood. Their minds pushed the envelope of the societal and physical walls of the world around us. At some points in the past the envelope broke and peeled past the point of repair allowing the societies that would surpass the ones that dare think beyond their station a little advantage for the next attempt to cross the vast abyss of ignorance in the journey for knowledge.

In our society today when spend twelve plus years in some type of schooling in an attempt to the learn what was already open and understood to be. This serves not only as a basic function of pushing the average intellect up, it puts the individual on a higher platform of functionality then what was previously possible.

Where there was ignorance, there was darkness. The basic functions of the natural world around us seem basic and well understood and they are.

It is here that we stand to loose again. Where we have struggle to show light and bring forth great understandings, we also shudder in fear and drown in supposition about what it could be and what else could be meant.

Once the envelop has been pushed, once knowledge escapes from the boundaries of what is known, it is impossible to return to the lesser state of ignorance. Only with the death and destruction of civilizations has the veil of blissful ignorance has recovered our eyes.

I fear that we know attempt to do pull back what has been uncovered. We cover our ears when knowledge is presented to us, finding the colors of a moving picture far more worthy of our attention. We silence our thoughts with the thoughtless prattle of pretty faces. We sigh on command and laugh when prompted. When the bell stops ringing do we sit silently with the absence of thought to accompany us in the plastic injected world we fought and bled for?

Does the scholar know that when the walls of the fortress begin to shake under the fire of the enemy, that the scholar is the goal of the enemies hands and not the soldier or king.

When what was not know becomes a part of our knowledge and is pushed from its darkness and given a place in the library of human achievement, rarely is it what we want to know or want to believe what is. More often then not, when new discoveries push back that darkened veil it comes at the cost of what we desire the nature and how the universe should be as a matter of convenience. In some cases the eyes are purposefully stitched back shut when such advancements are made, for it does not fit into what is desired to be real and meaningful. In other cases knowledge is purposefully destroyed for a matter of purity, mainly human purity.

With thick fingers and lazy arms we are quick to hold up signs claim perfections that stand weak in the wind. With loud voices we shout praises into the air for those that lay in earth for us to stare into flags floating with the wind, with what mind and soul do we stand and become great? We show more interest with the shapes of two animals and how their leaders sing their own praise from the windows of every growing ivory towers. The horizon of knowledge and greatness keeps moving further from us and we sit claiming greatness on laurels that rot.

The convenience of thought...

The Radio Speaks (the Fair of Imbalanced thought)

Merchants of Ignorance

In long hours of the day, does one have time to ponder the significance of their being? In times of artificial solace to we pretend to do so. The markings of weakness, and of damnable aspirations cover our faces and blend into our skin, the tale tell signs of interference of a natural calling. The blending of thought and action, our hands slip into our back pockets and draw out the very meaning of our souls, and pay for the trinkets and pictures of beauty sold to us in fast lanes of stores. Express lane for the moments and memories that should mean something. Surrendering to ease of construction then to the ease of existence, the light of understanding, the blinding of the night, the desperation of an entire peoples call out to the starless sky. No longer the curious, the night sky lies blank and truly absent. The questions of life and the meaning of breathing no longer an aspect to intelligence or to true conversation. The gaping maw of ignorance claims more and more of us.

The collective cry of the people is to hide what is great and destroy that which is to confusing to understand. Try not, and do not, for thy lot in life is to only do, not to question why. The merchants of ignorance call to us, our hands quietly slip into our back pockets and we do obey. They sell us the ideas to believe in, from their high seats and high places these merchants profess to us that they and they alone know how to save us, and it is up to us to help them. The calling has come. They continue, that they should not be challenged, that in their words and works do they know what is to come, and what is to come without their leadership or calling, is the destruction of our way of life. Either to march in battle to live the life of a warrior, “ours is not to say or do ours is just to do and die” The battle cry of so many weakened souls. Do they stand and fight for the beliefs of those that have transplanted emotions and so called truths into their minds, or do they fight for their fellows that stand behind and shake in fear at the sight of such an enemy that claims all the will to fight.

To listen the merchants of ignorance is to surrender your thought and lives to them. To stand on their principles of action-less thought. “...just do and die.” Is what they ask of you, to call to the stands of control and ask to take back what was once theirs. The liable of life and blood rests upon them that stand for freedom of the few over the freedom of all. For the merchants speak to freedom as ally and friend. For thy beg for its protection when they stand trail for so many falsehoods, as they stand to remove it from their enemies as it suits them. These merchants know no line to cross that they cannot change for their betterment, and call it for our better good.

To take action against the merchants of ignorance is to stand against the will of so many, so many people converted to the strength of being weak. For if it not be known, for it shall never be known. Is their battle cry hidden behind so many other words. Freedom for us, and none for you. Once known what they speak is the fear of so many people that have been tared and feathered in the past.

The ideals of the ignorant call for the disestablishment of all and potential gain of knowledge. The boundaries of human knowledge have already been met and further explanation will disrupt the natural order of world. Do not look to the sky for the answers that could claim our world in a ball of friary death. But look to the wise men that come to lead us, with their guidance do we stand absolute against the friary darts of the adversary. The battle cry of the dumb, and weak.. The stance of one could force its way into the eyes and ears of all.

I call for the merchants of ignorance to stand in open and proclaim their falsehoods so they can be seen as the false prophets. Their words meld into ones of patriotism and racism, ones with acceptance and hate. Words and workings that will undo the very human fabric that connect us. They stand to gain from the fight that we will ensue on their behalf, and when the fates do eventually turn against them. They will be gone, with the hard work and zeal that produced them being nothing but shadows of their former glory echoing silently in the air.

As they stand now, almost untouchable. With their quiet army mobilizing for them, their perceived monopoly on free thought is guiding them. That is their greatest weakness, their inability to love thy neighbor, in this weakness they claim the guiding hand of divinity, to that end they break all rules of moral and good standing. Their perceived weaknesses of the collective us, painted up in broad stripes of dreadful colors. They stand counting our heads, marking us with the mark of enemy or friend. Classifying us as victor or defeated before the battles have even started. The weakest of us to go first, into field of battle to be swallowed up by the demons of fanaticism. There from our perches do we get to see and enjoy the mess that we caused, our collective weakness on display for our enjoyment. The battle for our freedom is at hand. It does not lie with those whose disembodied voice crawl through the annals of our air to claim themselves holy and right in this war. Victory lies with the individual speaking not being sold to the highest bidder of thoughts and ideas. But maybe the hope the individual becoming the great machine that could save the free, and not become yet another slave to the merchants of ignorance might just be a dream. For the individual could just be weak and without any strength of thought is no more then a injured fawn ripe for the taking. Be wary of the merchants, be wary of the ideals that speak to all meaningful ideas and have no real actionable method of reality.