Do you live off instinct or construct?

By tdf, March 2, 2017

I admire those who live and express themselves as honest as the forest, their words met by the vibration in their femurs, plucked by the harp strings of their hearts…

Most people smile and keep to a prescribed script sometimes mutually joyful for me to stretch in odd shapes,

and no doubt many of them have so much more to offer,

yet the reality is they offer nothing of value,

nothing to make a moment count for something,

and its those moments which I wish were and know could be always felt  so powerfully and meaningfully between humans,

if…

as a species we had more spirit and passion.

If we found an escape plan from the prescribed shackles we know as convenience.

if we allowed ourselves to express what we feel rather than what we feel we should say…

My youthful idealism maturing into my modern cynicism…

There is a fight to be fought, which few are fighting,

it is a fight for truth, for righteousness, for liberty.

Yet the reality is most people are more comfortable to speak of My Kitchen Rules than WE ARE PAYING TO DESTROY ANOTHER MIDDLE EASTERN MUSLIM COUNTRY…

SO turn your back, avoid any pondering of blowback, of barely concealed capitalist slavery,

find smiles in what we are told to find smiles in.

AVoid the heart, cull the horror of the mind when it focuses on what is happening and forged in our name and coin, and instead turn to the script,

or turn to the drink, or the powder…

Get a job, get a partner, get a house, have kids…Job Done?

But what about the world you are bequeathing to your kids?

And what about the love?

CHildren born absent of love will be tainted with this absence and beget the same…unless they come across a wise, loving soul who nourishes and paints a picture of purity they have never known but come to believe in…

We need vigilantes, we need Leaders, we need Warriors, for this artificial My Kitchen Rules realm is a play, a construct, designed to keep you artificially smiling, loving your prison.

I encourage everyone I respect and find fondness for,

to travel far and wide,

experience as much as possible,

seek beyond all else honest mirrors…in nature in the wilderness, in our fellow homo sapiens…

for that is the way to know themselves…the only way,

and to stick to the prescription of a society sick to its core, is to worsen the world for our little ones…

No matter what the TV tells you.

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF THE FUEL NEEDED TO CONTINUE OUR WAY OF LIFE…

which is built on destroying the planet,

crushing countries,

turning societies into warzones and mass graveyards,

that is where our comfort is drawn from.

It is not as simple as we have it good, the syrians have it bad.

We have it good precisely because the Syrians have it horrid and deadly…

Is that Ok with you?

Do you just focus on making the most of your position and role in the system, blinker yourself to the carnage which comes from the perceived success of our society?

Stop blinding yourself.

Open your fucking eyes.

Open your hearts.

And find the furnace of everything you are…your SPIRIT.

There is something very wrong with our lifestyle fuelled by the massacre of foreign peoples and total destruction of their ability to survive, let alone thrive…

I am done with writing pretty poetry of my self,

my unaspected Venus gone berserk, mistaking gilded seen with the eyes for Eden felt by the SOul,

for the Fight which needs to be Fought is more important, more pressing,

and I need to find my self, daily, on the right side of this divide between the moral crusaders whose idea of revolution is to label themselves proudly as left wing ‘warriors’ on social media, assuming a tattoo or intellectual prance of I AM RIGHT I AM RIGHT ALL THAT MATTERS IS I AM RIGHT,

and those who aim to rouse the once proud and noble human spirit,

from the shadows…or perhaps the ashes…of what brought us out of the caves,

what encouraged our development as a species.

We were not meant to rule and destroy,

we were meant to emerge and seek communion and community with all Life.

We have gone wrong…

I see us heading to oblivion, and whilst I care for more animals than humans, we will all face that End game.

And so,

I must make even a pipsqueak to try turn the tide,

to raise the war cry,

to draw attention,

to the reality of..YOU WATCH MY KITCHEN RULES AS THE WORLD BURNS IN YOUR NAME WITH YOUR GOLD.

and those flames will reach us, and it will be too late to change our frogmarch.

We will all burn.

We think too much and feel too little…