There is an absence of fundamental freedom in the realities constructed by forces streaking skies in hideous light. The reality conjured by people who rupture the notion of borders is replete with erroneous justifications. Citizenship becomes categorised into a prejudiced philosophy which vilifies the undeserving and resolutions explode beneath their flimsy definition. A voice that lingers over words usurps our limited vocabulary to differentiate between blood congealing in the sands, lending captions to tag our photographic memory.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Realities restrict memory to resemble a string of incoherent utterances. Coupled with incessant scenes of fragmented documentary, history is moulded into categories of resolutions reflecting a conspiracy that shields itself within the silence of diplomacy. Within the ravaged borders of paralysed butterflies, resolutions shimmer and mock a community that has suffered a profanation of identity. The rhetoric induces societies to embark on an unconscious mission of selective memory, splitting hues of red into nationalities and spectrums, whilst conveniently neglecting the necessity of unadulterated recollection.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
A fantasy woven out of the consequences of oppressive justice begins with once upon a time ... , and obliterates the assumption that narratives may be extracted from one of the many variations of reality. Justice abhors the scent of sepia and relegates memory to a parody of language. The scenes and characters performing in its theatre are directed by tyrants who uphold selective freedom. The characters follow the script of conspiracy and act within the perimeters which may be ravaged only on merit of prejudiced preference. Once upon a time on the fictitious island, there was an anonymous artist who spent days mixing primary colours into hues of green to illustrate a poem. The poem transformed into prose and the spectators deemed the anonymous artist a character from a fable. In the fable flourishing around her, society was a mass of listless eyes that failed to acknowledge the absence of the narrator in the story that separated her from the crowd. The separation in the story was due to the manacles that bound the protagonists to a fictitious island. The only certainty was the existence of a crowd as fictitious as the island itself. Shifting from poem to prose, the anonymous artist sought a manifesto that sanctioned relics from the monstrosity of hatred, modifying the concept of revenge to a philosophy that sustained memory from the corruption of justice, wedding it to the fallacy of hope.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Malfunctioning justice is infested with terminology that gives it a semblance of prudence. Beneath the sheer vestige of honour, the layers of truth embraced by justice spell out a different reality. Justice eliminates the power of innocence, succumbing to a parody of itself. In the narrow land, justice ensures its own survival by masking the owner of fabricated testimony. On the fictitious island, there is no mandate for masking voices. The hindrance of voices is eliminated by exile, allowing corrupted courts to manifest their power in a cacophony of actions as irregular as the logic that law strives to uphold. Beyond the shadows, a voice remains chained to itself, trampled upon by justice that deems it unnecessity to define its vile assertion of power to an alienated society.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The setting sun silhouetted our memories in sepia. Within the hues of history, another biography slithered out of its confines to witness its signature shimmering in the sand. The memory seeped out of photographs, sustained by a testimony of love. The revolutionary narration was steeped in the poetry of the past. The voice that lent its vibration to my calligraphy was cloaked in resplendent solitude. Until sepia bathed her memory with the dignity and ideals that could never be tarnished by temporary process of mingling with the earth.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Silence renders justice a valuable form of servitude. It protects the irregularities sanctioned by law, enabling justice to act as oppressor. Society's lenience with the concept of trust has resulted in the spectre of false comforts to refrain from questioning the role of authority. Society has been corrupted by justice in the pursuit of reducing dignity to the quagmire of terminology to be debated and framed for future reference. Justice continues to assert its role as the greatest immoral entity of social deprivation, persisting in isolating invisible narrators within the confines of imposed acquiescence.