Evolving one stenciled mark after another…
I conjure facts to create imagery far more
illusory than the illustrious actions my words
in conversing may have.
Magicians move wands over objects
to amuse, fascinate, and capture imaginations;
more importantly the movement is to confuse
and distract the onlooker from the magic’s
fact of fiction…

I in turn move liquid across paper in fluid
motion that I’ve derived from an environment
that is contaminated as well as captivating, yet I am
spoiled by the rotten fruit functioning to respond,
retort, and restructure sentences to fill minds
with answers that never correspond to any questions.
…and just what for?

The reason is more esoteric than clear, but it stands
that I see a nation of by-standers polled and politicked
to the brink of confusion rooted in retributive motives.
A structure set in a foundation of dumb-foundment,
where the participating citizenry would rather comply
than interject. So, what better method could a dissident
have to awaken those whose mode of change
has been constructed to give them a right by which to vote for their
futility, then to push answers to questions they
themselves struggle to ask in a democracy setting
examples of fear, anger, and vulnerability…

With these components in place citizens can’t help
but believe in the cliché, “you can’t change horses mid
stride.” It’s this particular reasoning that restrains,
we can’t see a future outside the one they’ve lighted
for us.

We’re running from fear right into the arms of denial,
but unseen is the constant trial of will far more wise than
us that has found us guilty of succumbing to symbolism,
and statistics. Symbols and statistics related to us by
a sycophant media, whose point is corporate power by
party allegiance and this continues, disregarded by most
as the platform of American political action.
Example: Democrats will raise taxes, wanting our hard
earned money, and republicans will not. For the
republican party is our guarding parents, our figures
of morality, strength, and advancement.

It then becomes our responsibility to act as prescribed
by the dutiful purpose each word, or action, or bill
passing magnifies once read or interpreted for the years to
come. How quickly the securely fastened may
come undone. Love builds gall, constructs character,
and I can’t live with the strained reflection of pain
painted upon the apathetic faces I see below a poverty
line that only swells not declines, and it’s not pity
they want, it’s change.

To become, is so obviously to believe in a governing
system, but our only way to endure is movements,
protests that exemplify a want for relief pitted deep
in the hell of purgatory, election booths, this is the
only judgment they cannot run from, but we do.

I’ve found that a tormented society has three obvious
character traits, each one more damning than the last.

Intellect – To academically think far outside
their box, which is constructed of iron clad lies, and
misinterpretation.

Lofty goals – Goals above reality, so the
struggle makes the warriors feel more pious as
though the pieces are shaped by their performance
in making these goals a reality.

Conviction – To blame everything that goes wrong
on their inability to see it first, and accountability, to
strive in earnest, but to never step outside principle,
belief, or structure. No matter the alchemy used to
mend anarchy with some part of his contemporaries;
and there within lies belief, their ideologies.

Peering deep into the chasm of our societal
construct I find these ingredients in constant flux,
because we magnify failure and allow another’s
reality to crumble. Integrity is all our product of constant
theory shaping has, because hypotheses stand to be tested,
they know no other purpose; for destiny needs their
sacrifice in the face of complete and utter duress.
So the conclusion suffices the pain and the product
may be patterned to fit its now palpable purpose.

Obtuse is angular lines drawn upon linear planes,
where they enforce that walking a straight line is par
for the course. This angle is cut into the thick mist
of fogged consciousness made in the image of a neon
sign whose light is filtered by eyes willing to see this
hazy reflection actualized by the distance still to be traversed.

Summaries are for the less fortunate. Nooses are for
the convicted, and these lines of poetry are mazes laid one
after another and their control is the meaning hung
from a rope at the other end. I can promise the prizes
are many once you untangle the frequencies stealing your
liberty, confiscating your freedoms, limiting mouths
of dissension from opening, and minds full of rewards
and restructure from exploding.

Revolution is change, and with every passing
election the lid upon that coffin tightens. Don’t
fear to win back your country, it’s the remaining truth
they try and hide, it’s your power that puts them there,
it’s your power that may remove them.
Evolution requires a little evolving…