The good, the bad and the biased.
The vision has been tainted.
Cataracts have grown over the artists’ eyes.
The poets’ mouths has been duct taped.
Like sponges to our deconstructionist, post modernist history of
our history’s history we have not come to terms with our future or lack there of.
We have not painted the picture dearly.
We have not spoken the words clearly.
We have not given ourselves real options.
We have not created the meme that will save our asses.
We continue to drag on and battle in ignorance and mollasses.
Too concerned with politics and ideology we have allowed our minds to be clouded and muddied.
Consciousness unaware is a dumb eraser on the head of a child’s pencil.
He bites it until the tip is gone. He keeps chewing on it till the metal is crushed.
And then he spits out the tiny bits of yellow painted wood while he distracts himself
from his lessons. It is all disposable now. Garbage in. Garbage out.
Feeling lied to and unmotivated he takes up dogma. He takes up arms. He is inspired by the transcendental
but clings to virtues crammed down his throat by old systems of control.
He wants to be controlled.
We owe it to him and our species to have a collective path.
We are the keepers of this planet.
We maintain its systems.
We watch it glisten.