impervious to the arrogance of your suppose...
you're white.
i'm white.
i may just be inclined to say that is the extent of our - alike. i read your post of solidarity regarding the injustice rampant in our society. i would like to find allegiance to your conviction. somehow, the audacity of your suppose leaves me just outside the fringe of allowed. with heated words of denigration you condone heinous acts of dissidents as justified. carrying a "holier than thou" sign of protest, you challenge the why of my disdain. emphatically you label my moral foundation based on statements of presumed focus - the absurdity of the form of retaliation rather than the cause. and yet, in retrospect, your catalogue of social interaction void of allegiance. perhaps the most absurd contradiction lies in the ignorance of correlation. you scream platitudes of racial injustice while condoning incidence of same. tonight i witnessed a black man crying in the street. his livelihood burning. no insurance to compensate. an entire life of working hard to make ends meet destroyed. i listened to his cries of hopelessness that fell on deaf ears. and while the landscape of his distress was littered with varied races, the destruction of his American dream executed by the hands of his own. how is it, my armchair warrior, you can sit inside your house of "privilege" - watch safely from the sanctuary of implied solidarity - while cities are destroyed? i feel with utmost confidence were it your house on fire or perhaps even your business torched, the facade of your consternation would bleed into countenance of disgust. and yet you challenge the integrity of my character. i stand united with the soldiers of prohibition - retaliation against the sins of inequality. i lived through the turmoil of desegregation. i formed allegiance with those resisting defamation by virtue of difference. and while my heart cries out in anger at the implication that not all lives matter - i simply cannot condone acts of treason - moral turpitude - as a form of retribution. change can occur. the color of justice defined by execution of deliberation. ballots filled with candidates for reform. eradication of prejudiced marionettes - reformation from jury of accepted - to jurisprudence based on equality of law - irrelevant the color or origin of dissent.
...recently, a friend reminded me just how necessary human contact is. through their fight i have seen the benefit of support and compassion when battling adversity. and while i've always adhered to the rituals of my faith, sharing this season of life with someone that is the absolute epitome of perseverance and commitment has taught me more about trust than i ever imagined possible. funny, the way life unfolds... everything seems typical, normal. you wake up, go about your day. only to realize suddenly everything has changed. watching how quickly the tide can turn forces me to extract every single drop of life from my oh-so-full sponge of experience... today my scale is equally balanced. and as i find my journey leading me through the darkness; into the light, i realize the cost of my freedom. perhaps it was you, reading this, that chose a different path. maybe you didn't have the time nor the tolerance for my imperfections. whatever. regardless your agenda... my journey continues. and while i'm sure there will be moments when i fondly reflect on your presence along the way, knowing your lack of intention, i will most surely count my blessings in your disassociation. life is short. not sure about you, but this weary traveler has no strength nor energy enough to carry the weight of your self-imposed omnipotence. so happy you know (think) all the answers. yet sad, to witness the dance of a marionette, completely unaware of the presence of strings...
(oh) don't look so surprised...you really didn't suppose you were in control - did you?
i'm white.
i may just be inclined to say that is the extent of our - alike. i read your post of solidarity regarding the injustice rampant in our society. i would like to find allegiance to your conviction. somehow, the audacity of your suppose leaves me just outside the fringe of allowed. with heated words of denigration you condone heinous acts of dissidents as justified. carrying a "holier than thou" sign of protest, you challenge the why of my disdain. emphatically you label my moral foundation based on statements of presumed focus - the absurdity of the form of retaliation rather than the cause. and yet, in retrospect, your catalogue of social interaction void of allegiance. perhaps the most absurd contradiction lies in the ignorance of correlation. you scream platitudes of racial injustice while condoning incidence of same. tonight i witnessed a black man crying in the street. his livelihood burning. no insurance to compensate. an entire life of working hard to make ends meet destroyed. i listened to his cries of hopelessness that fell on deaf ears. and while the landscape of his distress was littered with varied races, the destruction of his American dream executed by the hands of his own. how is it, my armchair warrior, you can sit inside your house of "privilege" - watch safely from the sanctuary of implied solidarity - while cities are destroyed? i feel with utmost confidence were it your house on fire or perhaps even your business torched, the facade of your consternation would bleed into countenance of disgust. and yet you challenge the integrity of my character. i stand united with the soldiers of prohibition - retaliation against the sins of inequality. i lived through the turmoil of desegregation. i formed allegiance with those resisting defamation by virtue of difference. and while my heart cries out in anger at the implication that not all lives matter - i simply cannot condone acts of treason - moral turpitude - as a form of retribution. change can occur. the color of justice defined by execution of deliberation. ballots filled with candidates for reform. eradication of prejudiced marionettes - reformation from jury of accepted - to jurisprudence based on equality of law - irrelevant the color or origin of dissent.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015
...recently, a friend reminded me just how necessary human contact is. through their fight i have seen the benefit of support and compassion when battling adversity. and while i've always adhered to the rituals of my faith, sharing this season of life with someone that is the absolute epitome of perseverance and commitment has taught me more about trust than i ever imagined possible. funny, the way life unfolds... everything seems typical, normal. you wake up, go about your day. only to realize suddenly everything has changed. watching how quickly the tide can turn forces me to extract every single drop of life from my oh-so-full sponge of experience... today my scale is equally balanced. and as i find my journey leading me through the darkness; into the light, i realize the cost of my freedom. perhaps it was you, reading this, that chose a different path. maybe you didn't have the time nor the tolerance for my imperfections. whatever. regardless your agenda... my journey continues. and while i'm sure there will be moments when i fondly reflect on your presence along the way, knowing your lack of intention, i will most surely count my blessings in your disassociation. life is short. not sure about you, but this weary traveler has no strength nor energy enough to carry the weight of your self-imposed omnipotence. so happy you know (think) all the answers. yet sad, to witness the dance of a marionette, completely unaware of the presence of strings...
(oh) don't look so surprised...you really didn't suppose you were in control - did you?
somewhat grey
incidental
yet so real -
to not be seen,
in ones recovery...
enigmatic as sight
must seem,
to one who cannot see!
how did the great,
become -
recumbent,
good?
night used to shower us in starlight;
prelude to morning sun...
ostentatious as full-moon!
but now,
there is no hole in the shroud of darkness...
and finding our - selves -
all alone,
intensifies the insecurity...
life raft - lost at sea.
addiction,
without the comfort of -
an addict!
