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.
“But I don’t see color.”
That’s been said to my face since I was a child.
I never couldn’t counter it at a young age.
Once experience and research pooled in, this was an intellectual slight.
If one is legitimately blind, then I’ll give them an excuse.
Anyone else, how can anyone NOT see color?
False defenses rear up to prevent oneself from the worst word one could be called (in their perspective).
Ignoring the plight of those with melanin was a form of indirect violence.
That and feigning ignorance.
Minimizing such bigotry to either nasty slurs and hoods is beyond erroneous.
Said bigotry isn’t always that obvious although many would deny it.
I better not hear the words “Well, they didn’t mean it!”, “You’re over-analyzing.”, or “You’re a racist for assuming something or someone is racist!”
Please, I have no such sociopolitical power to enact any kind of systemic oppression in any field of activity.
Shortcomings kept me grounded, but also prevented me from ascending.
Time to get literal for a few sentences.
I struggle with self-loathing.
I get depressed or even paranoid at worst.
I internalize my anger.
My thinking is better in preparation than on the spot most of the time.
Now, back to my regularly scheduled abstract wording.
Pointed fingers and gavels rain down on me as my mind is in a monsoon season. It causes me to ponder if the storms believe they are deities in their own right. Should I point the finger back, it gets sliced off. God forbid I spot the plank in someone else’s eye even if I know I’m right. There were moments where I wished I could be beyond these flaws and others would extol me, but that’s only a pipe dream at best. I doubt a time machine would exist in my lifetime to correct everything.
Reality weighs heavy on so many minds
Exponentially increasing paranoia
Escaping into comfortable fantasies where atrocities and uncomfortable truths don’t exist
Downplaying obscure narratives
That can crush someone’s worldview
It doesn’t matter if one believes in a higher power or not
Since anyone can get strung out on saccharine lies
There’s an illusion of an absolutely safe capsule, but one risks being stuck there for eons
Proving Alexander Pushkin right a thousandfold
It’s time to take your artificial halo down once more
Stop making shallow homages to the Motherland when you already plagiarized someone’s video from there
You’re not sorry, don’t lie
You’re just an accomplice involved with the biggest legacy of animated theft, cultural degradation, and appropriation
Your followers are nothing but drones
The fact you do wrong, but never own up to it is beyond childish like the last on-screen boyfriend you had in 2019
Funny how you’re the type to flagellate a man for the smallest slight, but never own up to your faults when the fingers point your way
Some woman you are
This attempt at empowerment is lip service at best
While you are a different hue than your handlers, you’re nothing but a patsy buffer for a corrupt agenda
Real heroes and heroines don’t have your wealth and fame
The ones in the street, the ones raising awareness, and those raising money for righteous causes are more valiant than you will ever be
At least try to act like you care…oh, wait. You can’t act for crap.
Destiny should’ve disowned you a long time ago, you idol
Video by video
Name by name
Victim by victim
The cries become louder
While the gray is harshly minimized and criticized
There is a clear duality
The whole world casts it’s eyes
On a cracking facade of a beacon
As no judgmental word falls upon other nations
Those logs are barges in the eyes of the watched
Someone needs to balance the scales
As more of them are removed alongside a warehouse full of wool