All it took was a revealed cover-up and one Tartaros of a sellout
The Bluegrass State never saw such a miscarriage
The ire magnified across the country
Was $12 million really enough for them in dealing with Breonna Taylor’s death?
Tell me if Justine Damond’s family got the same treatment
The insanity in this country wouldn’t stop there
There wasn’t a debate, but a yelling match between the two
Even pro wrestling promos had more sense and civility than that gaffe
Dog whistles and lack of policy questions were all it was about
Next thing, I know one was tested positive
But I thought it would just go away or possibly a hoax, right? (sarcasm)
These events indirectly added to the frustration
All I could see was a hopeless future
The lack of responsibility and equality was enough to darken my soul
My mind could only ruminate and catastrophize
I really am pathetic, aren’t I?
No matter how productive I am, I only saw bleak things
My life has certainly been productive for better or worse
Unfortunately, life can get incredibly busy for me at two different salt mines
While this isn’t running away, my house needs to be in order
Don’t expect this avant-garde osprey to fly away
Just expect one day instead of three
I will still put effort in whatever I do
My blog means a lot and I have things planned here as well as my other pages
Just be assured that when there will be posts, they will (hopefully) be worth your time
I don’t know what is considered heroic in society anymore.
While I wouldn’t call myself the greatest moral guardian since I’ve fallen short, I would never get away with the things (let alone act on them) so many others would.
The innocent get slaughtered while the guilty are extolled.
The rules are goalposts moved whenever convenient.
They think that some petty reforms or cashing out millions would be enough.
What an insulting consolation prize.
I guess things are only evil when it’s not their “side” doing it much like the so-called protagonists having carte-blanche to do villainous things.
I could make a laundry list of fake fictional heroes gunning unarmed women, abusing children, committing genocide by starvation, or even eating other characters, but we’d be here all day.
Regardless of one’s opinions about scripture, Isaiah said it best.
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil.”
There is truth as these double standards are shown.
Shame how everyone thinks they’re the protagonist in their own story.
Sometimes the greatest battles don’t happen with swords, fists, or other weapons
It happens in the mind
Invading thoughts occur without warning
Malevolent clocks running backwards and looped footage
There was no control to rewind everything to one’s wants
20/20 hindsight makes the slights into mountains
There needed to be no debilitation as it’s happened before
It had to start with resolve and telling the invaders to be expelled
All those times were uphill battles
As my head hits the pillow, I hear the symphony of raindrops
Landing on the roof
After several days without the skies pouring down, it was a welcome change of tune
I imagined each drop being an agent in purifying me despite being inside
Washing away the negativity as well as clearing my mind of such was something I wished would happen
There was something so calming hearing the rain landing on the ground
The double standards in Kenosha became more obvious
Once double murder suspects get treated softly while politicians and social media giants refuse responsibility
Nature becomes incensed in the West Coast and Gulf Coast
The fires affect the former while hurricanes affect the latter
One can hope the innocent are okay in both parts of America
It would also be stupid for people to arrest a tropical storm for knocking down statues of exalted traitors
A weather-filled coincidence or a divine sign? You be the judge of that
The Rona gets to universities and political conventions which cause which is positively troublesome to say the least
All in the span of less than a week
There’s still a quarter left of 2020
SCU said it right: “This is the worst year I’ve ever lived in.”
I certainly dodged a bullet
When I threw in the towel as a live musician
Steams flow in digital portals
Siphoning all potential means to live
Phones in front of people’s faces
Apathy reigning over the live singer
Then there were 19 degrees of isolation
As festivals disappeared and possibly on life support until further notice
If I have shed my “music man” identity, then this was the perfect time to do so
I’d rather be known by my other artistic endeavors, writings, or my positive actions
All those who bullied me in the past for being a music fan deserve to shut the Tartaros up
A platoon of pointing fingers arrive with a wall of megaphones
They sound like several packs of dogs to me
Psychologically scalded by jeremiads and chastisements
I’ve been on the receiving end of those accusations
Regardless if I had a halo or horns in those situations
How short-sighted of them
I never tried to be a god as their pettiness is on full display
I couldn’t always fight back, but for most of my life I hid onto this resentment
The same things they’ve accused me of are the reasons why they barked in the first place
That or they defend those who don’t deserve such rhetorical bulwarks
Keep barking, your vices and those you stan(d) for are all too obvious.
Even in these four years of consistent blogging as well as an extension of my spoken word/musical moniker, I didn’t expect to have an impact even if it wasn’t overreaching.
I am still quite small in this microcosm and thought my voice would match the lack of height.
Perhaps my voice was bigger when I see and hear responses.
Replies from around the world have given me solace.
Inspiration takes wing for those covering multiple topics.
Maybe they soared like the ospreys in my moniker.
Maybe I spoke louder than I thought.
Then again, everything sounds louder when one has been silenced for so long.
I’ve been through tumultuous times before
But this year has been affecting everyone
Horrific memories flood my brain
Even if those years were objectively “better” compared to now
No justice has been done
My smile has greatly diminished whether I use it to hide or not
My passions have been downplayed
One interest has only been there, so I can finish something
Have I become a drone or rather would it be better as such if I was?
I do my best to mention serious topics as well as supporting multiple righteous causes
Do people even care?
I want to have joy again, but it’s on life support.