Tuesday, December 22, 2009
We joined the companeros in their mission, escaping the stifling grip of capitalism that tried to hold us back. It called us traitors. But the fictitious island failed to understand that revolutions are universal. We discarded the inherited citizenship that gave us no pride and became exiles by exercising our natural freedom.
On this fictitious island enamoured of greed, the ruling puppets pride themselves on intimidating a nation with the promise of compromise. A supposedly workers' movement abandons the ideology that gives strength to the oppressed and tries to assume political power by ignoring the social conditions that ridicule minorities. The present form of this movement evolved from an organisation of ideals into a group yearning to assume elite status by trying to convince the population that philosophy is an outdated art.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
The distance between perceived comfort and conflict lessen when people participating in the parody of elections realise that their contribution to electing a government has served to manacle them to a different kind of oppression - that of having betrayed their freedom to elect a handful of puppets masquerading as leaders.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Sometimes, voices are muted for hundreds of days, and the oppressors are happy with their competence in manipulating the universal declarations promoting freedom of expression. When the strength of utterances is regained, the companera does not retreat to fight a losing battle, but embraces metaphors that reach thinkers on neighbouring shores and others as far as the island of contradictory landscapes.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The justice practiced is one where conformists are applauded and the segment of revolutionaries are ridiculed and fettered without freedom of speech. The institution prides itself on churning out thinkers, but their product of stamped certificates is a simple recitation of outdated phrases. They uphold charters that define rights in order to murder natural freedom of expression.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
In an enforced exile, waiting eliminates the possibility of harmony, causing half of the separated entities to find a balance or descend into breeding hatred.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
The halls of justice are a parody of their own images. The lenience and disregard for suffering is never justified and no person has been compensated for the years languishing in confinement, for there is nothing equivalent to the time spent tortured into mulling over whether justice is rational enough to recognise innocence in a trial that should have never commenced.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Instead, liars whose only staunch belief is the lure of capitalism appear on pristine screens, dressed in immaculate suits complete with a mask for the undesirable occasion of pathetic apology. They express sorrow at the murders that are described as accidents. Soon, the masks adhere comfortably to their faces, and the puppets forget even the texture of their skin.
I am thinking of whether in all these years, the companero and the rebel singer amalgamated their voices to the patriotic cry they acted upon. Whether their bullet riddled bodies found solace in the earth that reminds them how ideals can never be murdered. And, in my mind, I pay homage to the two epitomes of revolution, and turn to the solace in the written words of the loyal companero on the island of contradictory landscapes.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Freedom took on the apparition of a rebel singer, whose involvement in dissolving the lies spread by power was portrayed as treason. It was an era when music was dangerous and words hastened to extend their definition to all segments of society. Only the puppets in power feared words. So they ensured their safety by silencing the author.
Once upon a time, the puppets adorned with power captured the revolutionary singer, who scented the air with recollections accompanied by music. The puppets retaliated by puncturing his body with bullets and dumping him into the streets.
Strains of his voice singe the quiet atmosphere and, suddenly, there seems to be no distance between the rebel singer and the companero who lived the cry that roused the masses into active patriotism. It seems they both embraced their destinies, in the same manner the revolutionary singer might have sung about his death ...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Perhaps the source of greatest pride for a democratically elected parliament is the security surrounding the elected puppets. Revolutions have been relegated to history, and revolutionaries are branded as traitors for daring to rebel against oppression.
The revolutionaries on the island of contradictory landscapes seem to distant to emulate ...
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Elections are won by fraudulent promises - a country warped into fanatically supporting political parties that have failed the promise of stability. The country's population fails to realise that parliament is not the solution to its problem if need, neither is it a supreme body that provides solutions for exploited workers.
Parliament is a cosy nest where puppets perform according to profit. It is also a place where ideals are degraded, revolutionaries silenced by dictatorial rule and the perfect setting for the political spectrum to be shaken into a mass of murky colours. Having the power of a seat in parliament means that left and right embrace each other with an ease that does not befit such radical opposition.
But parliament is also the place where opposition can mellow itself into a farce, appeasing those gullible enough to vote with reassurances of the party reaching out to its followers and critics. When the left is only too willing to court the right, all that remains of socialism is an ideal that does not fit into progressive politics.
It is shameful that leftist opposition parties can still shelter under the revolutionary concept of socialism, when all they do is seek ways of obtaining the majority at the expense of betrayal.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Nostalgia reeked of a profound desire to determine change. In its canvas, I traced storms over the seas surrounding the island of contradictory landscapes. The trampled leaves were proud to bear the inscription of the revolution, whispering to me about the cluster of thinkers who revered the endearing definition of companeros.
Pursuing the sepia painting once again, I saw the singer transform into the role of bringing the revolution to the people, the writers defining the revolutionaries as complete beings, and I searched for an expression that would define the emptiness of a contemporary era that ridiculed history and defamed revolution with degrading contempt.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Even the turquoise eyes had faded into oblivion.
The relics remaining cowered before the conviction that surged through her fascination with the land of contradictory landscapes. They realised that her freedom remained unclassified by their psychological terminology, because of their arrogant failure to understand that natural freedom does not submit to a mediocre authority.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The history she was enamoured of did not regard the countries that regaled her with the burden of citizenship. It was a country whose identity was hidden under misconceptions - the island of contradictory landscapes in a sea that witnessed the revolution of resistance. Poring over the faded photos of people swarming in the streets, the anonymous faces greeted her with a gesture of friendship and inclusion. Her mind swelled with appreciation and became a vagrant of past celebrations and mourning ... memories deflecting between triumph and the actual revelation of a slogan that implied resistance until death.
I wondered what memories inhabited the memory of loyalty through the years of solitude...
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
As she turned into the quiet alley, with its ancient street lamps emitting their amber light, the man of the revolution appeared beside her, guiding her mind to the literature that liberated minds from the obligations of meek surrender.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
An era that calls for an epilogue in revolutions is calling for the destruction of philosophy. Power is dependent on an ignorant society - a society happy to believe that voting for the chosen puppets is a fair option. There are no options in a parody of inclusion that already limits choice.
The tangible epilogue of contemporary society is its lack of appreciation of revolt. Society has been indoctrinated into forfeiting its right to think and contradict the rules, because submission enhances the power of a ruling dictatorship that hides behind the fallacy of government and opposition parties.
However, epilogues retain their transcendent quality when they salute the thinkers. Loyalty towards a revolutionary ideology for a common unity does not surrender to inferior political trends. Epilogues that reek of hope embrace the masses that shun conformity to enhance history with the making of a continuous, historical revolution.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
My time spent on the island of contradictory landscapes taught me that epilogues are the necessary foundations for the process of continuation. The past held the scent of new beginnings, and names etched in history were slivers of reality depending on memory to survive. Narratives gained an identity in an epilogue that was either absolute in its termination, or else allowed the author and reader to wallow in a lake of possibilities.
I was enamoured of a fictitious reality that was intelligent enough to discern between the concepts of suffering to be free, and the freedom that comes from conviction.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The companero was writing with a steady hand, embroidering cascades of yellowish paper with his calligraphy. The scent of his words wafted to her room in wisps of delicate clouds.
He never concealed his name. It was the embodiment of loyalty.
Justice fails when it deems its laws to be the highest command for the masses.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The books on the shelf that witnessed her verdict crumpled their pages in shame.
The anonymous artist stifled her art for a period extending over thousands of days. Her dreams no longer held the scent of sepia portraits, and the mundane reality thrived on electrocuting her senses. Her eyes had repudiated their mahogany hues, becoming listless organs of sight in a haggard face. Only the relics of metaphors remained. The metaphors were disrobed of their unique meaning, and pleaded with the artist to mould their language into a definition that would defy the manipulative traitors.
Finally liberated from the shackles that destroyed her expression, she sought to live through metaphors that retained all the mystery of sepia, but also harboured the force to combat the denigration of ideals.
"There's no such things as dreamers, and you can take that from a dreamer who's had the privilege of seeing realities that he was never even capable of dreaming." FIDEL CASTRO
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
What is common knowledge to dissidents and complacent throngs in society is that elections do not harbour change. Dissidents act upon this knowledge by refusing to be goaded into a majority counting exercise. The complacent throngs appease the unyielding rulers by smothering their complaints and hastening to the polls.
Society empowers politicians by its complacence. If the political puppets thrive on elections to survive, a greater force must be born, enabling the masses to divest politics of its power. If intellect and courage are nurtured, the people will gradually realise that weakness and exploitation are governing their lives. Exploitation allows the masters of indoctrination to live in opulence and safety. opulence breeds greed, and greed breeds power in the hands of the unworthy.
Political power divests society of natural freedom, and forces people to cast themselves into servitude, making them seem unworthy of attention or dignity. Need becomes intrinsic and achieves the acknowledgement as a commodity to be abused by people in power.
Once upon a time, at the institution of mediocrity, a student with the markings of a silent dissident was coerced into accepting the absolute certainty that the exalted elite were immune to chastisement.
The student was supposed to widen her knowledge through extensive reading and participating in discussions. "You have to read and form opinions to obtain a degree, " was the blatant lie that greeted prospective students.
Once the initiation wore off, timetables became printed fixtures, and lectures were the culmination of banal rhetoric. The dissident read books that pointed out the flaws of democracy. In retribution, democracy proclaimed her downfall as the result of a majority forcing the minority to an abominable surrender.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
For an advocate in favour of eliminating borders, the situation of the exiled narrator dampens the rebel's inspiration to ponder such an inconceivable philosophy. There is not a single act of triumph that does not wallow in revenge.
In the case of the innocent narrator,the defensive exile may commence out of fear, but will later evolve into a stance to defend natural freedom.
The laws upholding its subtle dishonesty provide fodder for minds unburdened with the power of thought. Situations and persons are amalgamated into 'suspicious circumstances', with the intention of stereotyping characters as dangerous or delinquent.
It is simple for the laws endorsed by governments in the name of justice to taint individuals with a lingering mistrust. When laws allow guilt to take precedence over innocence, the sunned narrator is relegated to a position in which his voice is bludgeoned into oblivion.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
2. The second myth is that students are granted the freedom to express ideas without fearing retaliation.
What happens beneath the facade of this hegemony.
Students are manipulated into believing that their worth is valued by the dictators parroting their limited knowledge. When students voice their opinions, they are generally met by a patronising attitude. If a student dares to illustrate an ideology into writing, the testimony of individual thought vanishes mysteriously.
Educational institutions are the censorship of ideas. Students are expected to assimilate, allow their minds to be coerced by a powerful hierarchy and be the bearers and promoters of the ruling puppets that sustain themselves with manipulating minds. Educational institutions do not support revolutionary action - they harbour an innate fear against those opposing their selfish attitude. This exploitation is sanctioned by the malfunctioning form of democracy that prides itself on a mediocre majority.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
1. It is foolish to place your trust in educational institutions that refuse to recognise your intellect and individuality. The result is maimed self-confidence and years wasted either through accommodating the hypocrites who rule, or else rebelling once you realise there is nothing left to lose.
2. It is an abomination to believe that good deeds are rewarded by other good deeds. A step to eliminate this misleading belief would be to murder the idioms that insist on such warped thinking.
3. There is no real justice in those who uphold democracy as a perfect system. Such people do not acknowledge minorities and individual political beliefs.
4. People should never place their trust in the tarnished halls that uphold the definition of justice. When an oath taken is considered to be undisputed truth according to abominable laws, it sends out a macabre warning to all people - there is no sincerity and truth seeking in such a manipulative system.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
On this island, justice deviates in many ways, and one of the most conniving methods to keep minds incarcerated by flawed laws is that of slander.
Story tellers are appreciated by justice and they are rewarded for their warped, imaginative plots. They are considered honest citizens for complying with legislation, and justice bestows its honour on the unworthy.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Democracy is a dictatorship of parties that pretend to oppose each other for the sake of creating the illusion of balance between power and the oppressed. The reality is that democracy does not present an unrestricted choice.
Democracy usurps memory by presenting elections as the only just way for power to assume its dictatorship. In the nation's quest to assert its conditioned opinion, many do not realise that elections are a tool used by democracy to relegate revolutions to a vague, outdated term. Elections are portrayed by people in power as the means for the citizens to assert their opinion. When people protest and refuse to take part in such mediocre practices, we get the rhetoric of 'the electorate is not acting upon its given right to choose a government'.
The people who refuse to vote are the revolutionaries who do not accept concessions as rights. Revolutionaries do not compromise in order to allow power to extend its dominion over their intellect.
Revolutionaries do not wait for parliament to lament about bad policies and disgusting governance. They have the power of memory and intellect to decide all that for themselves, because they are the ones who clung tenaciously to the relation between language and memory.
People who allow memory to escape the confines of consciousness are relegating their identity to phrases void of language.
The relation of language to memory is essential in contributing towards the importance of history as the means of persevering against the injustice of democracy.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
When the definition of democracy becomes a routine exercise, memories dim and slither into pits to mingle with silent intonations. With the waning of history, people discover themselves within a new identity that is too shallow to harbour anything but the stilted present seconds that evaporate with time.
In such an instance, the invisible narrator is lost in the events fabricated around him. Logic is drowned in applause and deafening hammering, and the gap between sanity and coercion narrows to a flimsy threshold, beneath which are lies intent on butchering logic and smothering it in doubt.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Justice erodes patience and plagues innocence with helplessness. It serenades with time, oblivious to suffering and hibernates in its decadent glory. At the final encore, its harsh tones emit a pronunciation of incomprehensible words that condemn a mind to sever itself from fulfillment.
Friday, July 24, 2009
It is a narration without a definite ending, thrashing in an abyss that rears with vengeance and subsides without a tremor. The distance is no longer the attainable memory of past years; it is now burdened with deciding a future that cannot hasten to rebel with defiance. Distance has succumbed to the identity of confusion that emanates from the island of rhetoric.
When the story reaches its epilogue, justice declines to ponder an alternate ending and soothes its conscience with obliterating the obligation of fairness.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Power is a lie that weakens with opposition from those who respect language as a medium of truth, not a tool to be manipulated with selfish intent.
It revels in creating and highlighting differences in society by addressing the nation in sections - creating the distinction between social classes to eradicate respect.
This lie limits itself to constructing boundaries, chaining workers to accept conditions that do not satisfy the created needs. Power feels most at ease when the wronged complain of their misfortune to the usurpers of natural freedom.
Power is limited. Its dictionary consists of a mere three volumes detailing the definition of capitalism, colonialism and consumerism.
Defeating power harbours a message to return the gift of freedom to the masses. Defeating power will allow language to flourish, ideals to survive and revolution to triumph.
"If you tremble indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine." Ernesto Che Guevara.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The masses are being indoctrinated into supporting causes that power needs to defend. There is no mention of distributing thought, for abstract concepts are declared treacherous by the ruling crowd.
In the mellow twilight, i behold other pens intent on engraving ideals on paper, and the monument of revolution trembles. there is a trickle of moisture dampening its texture, and my belief that ideals transcend the world of futile dreams consolidates. There is not a single comrade who claims not to be affected by the names who made past revolutions possible, but certainty lies in a revolution that is pursued through knowledge, and with the determination that forbids political entities to become an infested, collective conscience.
The companera was united with her former dissident identity after years of constructing safe havens and discerning hues of shadows. A few of the activists had become enamoured of usurping power, and defected to safety, disregarding the ideals of unyielding protests.
In the silence emanating from her return, the companera denounced popular theories. She pledged allegiance to the politics of common good and aspirations; upholding knowledge and denouncing the ambition that placed opposing puppets as guardians of the nation's mind.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
On the fictitious island of compromise, education banned thought and opinion. In the highest institutions of perforated knowledge, puppet philosophers intimidated seekers of thought, coercing the to abandon their quest of forming new theories. Under the fallacious notion of nurturing intellect, the puppets forbade the formulation of opinion.
To be a dissident on the island of compromise, one has to enter the institution of mediocrity, allow the principal performers to proclaim your worthlessness and agree to adhere to fabricated regulations that will deem you a failure in spite of your intellect.
The nest step is to allow the pretentious performers to patronise you. Look at their painted faces, or gaze at the speckled tiles and pretend to admit your surrender. When it is your turn to accept their compromise, decline their generosity and defend your intellect. This will earn you a number of degrading adjectives, the least of which will be 'Ungrateful'.
Once you have traipsed through the abomination, resign yourself to achieve only failures during your last months at the institution of mediocrity. This is the ultimate step n setting your signature as a possible future dissident. Take pride in waiting four years without obtaining a compromised certificate.
Having journeyed through these circumstances, you will finally gain acknowledgement and citizenship in the island of contradictory landscapes.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
In her travels, she visits the square that pays homage to revolution, and listens to an orator defamed by history and present. The masses are rapt, but the companera moves restlessly until she can discern the eyes of the intellectual rebel explaining the wisdom neglected by masquerading powers.
An imaginary face once listened to a verdict that paralysed her memory, according to the prediction she was forced to absorb. Butchering the attachment between identity and memory, knowledge became an abstract unattainable commodity, bestowed on those who complied with the rules of submission. When the face succumbed to intimidation, knowledge mocked her and repudiated her mind.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The paper faces melt in the rain, and the echoes soothe only their alienated owners, sheltering them with blissful oblivion.
The next time I spied her silhouette, she was weeping at the monument of revolution.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
There is a degree of comfort in isolation. The companera tastes the scent of exile, and banishes herself to the island of contradictory landscapes.
Any discrepancy between reality and revolution should be eliminated. Reality produces barbarous conditions that soothes its misgivings with regaling rights to the oppressed. Revolution is the means to combat greed and ensure the eradication of accumulated wealth at the expense of common, scorned citizens.
When governments presiding over these ailing democracies seek to indoctrinate our intellect with erroneous information, their ultimate aim is to create nations that sever their freedom to incline towards knowledge. A submissive nation is one that forfeits natural freedom when it hastens to serve the anointed powers that decide what concessions should be bestowed; disguised under a term derived from a decadent, diplomatic dictionary.
'Rights' lull individuals into a false sense of reassurance. The main aim behind this parcelled rigmarole is that of alienation. the seeker of rights becomes so engrossed in the quest, that he fails to realise he is providing fodder for structured laws to prey on people's freedom.
Thus, reality and revolution are two contrasting themes yearning to be united. primarily, revolution is an inspiration that entices individuals to seek knowledge. Once that knowledge is immersed in our minds, we should start questioning the negotiation of natural freedom as the first step to changing a fragment of our reality.
Our reality creates the need for dissidence. Dissidence should be embraced to defend and save our dignity, intellect and humanity.
"Constantly denouncing the government, with contempt for the risks and dangers, is like a whip in the hands of a lion tamer." FIDEL CASTRO
This perfidious term basks in the shimmering tears of those wronged by the spectres of righteousness and slander. Unlike the reckless scent of revolution, the misshapen form of justice is soothed only by misquoting a defence to produce calculated motives.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
In these pristine buildings, there are persons entrusted with the occupation of eliminating the relationship between name and identity.
Tattered documents are considered a forbidden, perilous treasure.
The illusion of justice strengthens as it becomes a parody of truth.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sometimes, people find themselves facing an apparition that threatens them with equity in the face of injustice. They are unable to utter that, in certain circumstances, the notion of equality is a condescending manner with which power glorifies its macabre reign.
But there is one form of warped justice still cloistered in glass cases, reverberating with each second pounding in the laceration of a historical encounter with the incarnation of discriminative democracy.
The deformed, malfunctioning premise was able to destroy and abuse terminology in a manner that left no trace of individual esteem. It enhanced and glorified the injustice of democracy which, after all, allowed the predator to violate natural freedom and gloat in the spectacle of a solitary splinter unable to defend its reason.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
In this instance, there is no other path for the revolutionary, but to exile his existence outside the vicious cacophony of cowardice. The revolutionary will not incline towards the institutions that practice routine discrimination and betrayal. Neither will he accept a compromise in which revolutionary identity is polluted and relegated to a battered icon that is patronized by authorities.
The revolutionary does not coerce. He inspires until the fervour culminates into ideas that transcend the hypocrisy of imposed power, enticing the oppressor to experience a humiliating defeat. Oppressors will mourn their own descent in solitude, decaying amongst their own chartered laws of pungent opulence.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Reality shrouds the world in acquiescence and lulls the masses into a reverie of hopeless reflections. Whenever a group of individuals shake off the slumber, there is always someone from the throngs of power ready to subdue a new voice and justify poverty, famines, illiteracy, wars with a tinge of false lament.
There is nothing more enchanting and self satisfying for people on gilded thrones than looking on suffering as a means to extend a helping hand brimming with snide altruism.
Even this type of generosity is overshadowed by the vestige of 'honour'; a forced reminder of slavery bowing to the striding monuments priding themselves on ceremonies of ribbon shredding and memorial disrobing.
It is indeed folly to believe that tailored suits, flashing lights, glossy photographs and diplomatic speeches matter much to those who experience the harshest forms of reality.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The dreamer who is forced to negate his character acts through inspiration mired in delusion. The dreamer is loyal to ideals and rebels against outcomes, especially if those outcomes are enslaved by need. The dreamer participates in various realities due to his responsibility to contribute towards change.
When the revolutionary is born, he provides dreamers with the ability to reconcile realities and dreams through the fervour of imagining and implementing change.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
There is a distance that separates, and a distance that exiles.
The exile is cloistered in freedom, and relegates experience to a glorious wound gaping in photographs. Exile is a distinguished distance that exudes enchantment for the spectator, culminating in an uproar of wonder or revulsion.
The distance that separates causes a person to wallow in thoughts, and mires the mind in unfulfilled obligations. This type of distance emits a deafening silence which the world does not heed. In the aftermath of apathy, the person bound by a separating distance shatters the bonds that chain him to an existence ruled by the fallacy of justice, and tries to mingle his distance with that of the exile.
The outcome is one where the distanced, separate exile is in a position to ridicule obligations. Unlike the exiled individual, who has the autonomy to create a fervour in his favour, the former is a hermit who will have to contend with the false verdict of justice to reconcile the self with the mind.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
A land where the struggle against power is a kaleidoscope of unity.
A land which relegates opportunism and diplomacy to a diminished scale.
We would retain in memory the honest insurrection of those who shun opulence, favouring toil instead of gilded halls and preferential treatment.
If the waves lapping gently at the shores of history invite my mind to this serenity, I would hasten to cram the relics of genuine inspiration to combat the swamp of popular ideologies that would deteriorate without the gullible sentiment fettered to boost their stature.
When twilight seeps through, the island is bathed in shadows and light, retaining its fictional identity until the moment when nations are ready to challenge the notions of borders and politics, freeing themselves from the ridiculous pantomime they are bound to serve.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
It is not the pristine sand clinging to my toes, or the scent of dry grass that cherishes my footsteps on the paths beckoning to me. The voyages that remain to be taken are emblazoned in future memory, sometimes chiding a reluctant vision to emerge out of the dreary monotony to sparkle with the fervour of an insurrection that springs forth from dejection.
There are voyages that vanquish judgement, and others that reap them in an uncommon framework to dazzle with the certainty of a revolution that fuses ideology in spirit.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Nostalgia sustains ideals, and ridicules the oppressive stance that emulates pride rather than honesty. To the dreamer, nostalgia confirms the scent of exile left by revolutionaries, and a path leading to continuity in an era that defies shame and embraces both history and future.
Friday, May 29, 2009
In these well rehearsed acts, the wronged crowd is forced to don masks that smooth tears into the skin beneath the painted facade. Hands are manacled to perform the monotonous ritual of applause honouring the usurpers of freedom.
Those who dare to expose their faces are scalded and maimed; their appearance serving as a reminder to other echoes that might be harbouring a yearning to defend their reason.
Justice leads reason to excavate dungeons in which philosophy is shackled to damp walls. Following this transgression, justice annihilates the intellect that marble halls strive so hard to deny.
Monday, May 25, 2009
The eyes resembled dehydrated amber fossils, devoid of misery, repelling every bout of humiliation. The aggressor's serenity dwindled, and he returned to reciting idioms and proverbs he had discarded during the years.
But there was no solace for a traitor who upheld democracy as a dictatorial system to accommodate a decadent majority.
- People greeting relatives separated by barbed wire fences
- People scooping soil into their hands as a keepsake before resuming their exiled lives.
- Some people who enjoy indoctrinating and coercing others to adhere to a certain belief.
- Daily intimidation of people.
- Racism, discrimination and oppression
- Exploitation of poor countries in the name of progress
- Landmines and butchered people
- Propaganda serving to infuriate or placate voters under the pretence of serving patriotism.
Some people dare to dream, and the logical powers deem it an extravagant form of extremism. Dreamers are replaced with puppets who follow the rules obediently, until even scrupulous obedience dissolves into arrogance, creating disorientation to mire the spectators into a restriction of democratic duties and a parcel of regulated rights.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
It is nothing more than frivolous atonement by the institutions creating the conditions that fuelled the discourse of rights. Depicting justice as an honour to be bestowed at random is despicable.
The coined term does not compensate for stolen lives.
Monday, May 18, 2009
The solitary tears will create cascades of water, threatening to engulf the entites that destroyed minds and liberties at random.
But when I look at the silhouette the pen falters, and the balconies in cities and other central places stare, as stately as ever. Carpets, ribbons and other garish trinkets clutter the quiet alleyways, annihilating the only respite from the maddening confusion.
A face peering though the curtains hesitates as sunbeams illuminate the listless eyes. Is it fear that instigates blame, or blame that instigates fear?
Either way, the face vanishes behind the heavy drapes ...
I like to think that the gesture was one of defiance, rather than terror. For when I gazed at the scene again, the carpets, ribbons and trinkets were as tattered as a beggar's clothes.
And that face became an anonymous artist.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
A wronged person may hasten to exercise the right to protest against transgression, falsely believing this restriction to be a free choice.
The various outcomes are:
1. Gratitude towards the society that allows us this form of retaliation that is sanctioned by the dominant perpetrator.
2. Indignation at being patronized by the perpetrator who has all possible means to trample on freedom, and also the privilege to appear unjustly accused of all oppression.
3. Helpless when faced with the realisation that not even gratitude towards the means to defend one's self can destroy corrupt power.
Which goes to say that not even rebelling against this conformity may bring any relief. Rebelling against the injustice of using rights as ordained by a power that absolves itself unjustly confirms you devoid of sanity.
How bleak to equate revolutions with vengeance, when the latter is found in lethargic applications of an ideology called democracy ...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Needs and rights have become interchangeable terms. But it is needs that create rights.
The oppression of the majority stifling diverse opinions creates the need to defend intellectual independence. It is the violation of natural freedom that created the terminology of rights disguising the destructive facade appeasing people with a gift that reduces liberty to the art of begging and scavenging.
Ridiculing history into oblivion debases the present and provides the future with the dissonance of an identity relegated to shame.
The contradiction that springs to mind is 'How can progress be opposed to the memory of revolutions?'
Monday, May 11, 2009
A spectrum fuses into brown, directions point towards a centre bearing the crown of righteousness.
The mass of followers may find that the power of decision making is simplified to an equation of popularity, majority and mediocrity - components of indoctrination.
Are rights natural, fundamental or a convenient gift reminding us of obligations towards the entities relegating our freedom to a farce?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
All that is left is the scent of revolutionaries and ideals - mired in a senseless world that does not accept the need to strive towards a fragment of justice.
A morose attitude stemming from a society that stifles voices infiltrates life frequently. But dreams are the shield protecting ideals that are bludgeoned even before being voiced.
An era that ridicules dreamers is void of tenacity.