The street commenced,
and the unseen oval behind
triggered the turning heads.
The eerie breeze tested
the thin cotton’s hold.
With every careful step ahead,
the sliding eyes roamed.
A sight that stirred
the stillness of cloth
searched for the valley
where the night could lie.
Behind that valley
a trembling heart waited,
counting the steps remaining.
Waves rose and fell
within the restless mind,
reminding her
of the ship
that had once stayed strong.
Objectification
Is told as the process
Of the mind in
Naming and describing
Whatever appears..
This whole story
Pops up in
Explanation of what
Cannot be explained..
Amazing that
No-explanation
Seeming to explain...
objectively speaking
with respect objectivity
...an...
objectification of objectives
objectifies objectivity itself
...that...
philosophically speaking then
an objectification of objectivity is as
...object-able...
in mind as a philosophy of cause hidden deep below
perceptions of conscious effects and so is termed thee
...phenomena-logical...
stans sand
Have rendered across terrains in quest,
Of the art that defines the supreme of creation
In books, in objects and systemised objectification
Have sought a path, travelled, failed and announced it complex, tiring, rootless and fake.
Tired, restless, having seeked and being dejected I have rested my case
From the outer orbits I have flung to
I decide to dip inside, and reach the core of the atom that binds the world by
And slowly as my body lowers into the trenches, a feeling exorbitant yet simple hits the core of my heart and I see
And I shout, unlike the unclear voices of murmur that slipped my lips before.
On a sloppy dying day of summer I found the light, in me.
A Lesson in History: How to Subdue a People
Be brazen in thievery and sweet-tongued deceit
To, of their lands and people, take receipt.
Merchandise their inhumane objectification,
And keep them checked with generous flagellation.
With threats of nooses around their necks, or mutilation,
Deny them education for continued Blaxploitation,
To engrave ignorance and inferiority in their genes,
And achieve their eternal subjugation by any means.
Pretend yours are the magic words to open doors,
Seize their diverse tongues and give them yours,
Forbid songs of their motherland in your fields of cotton,
So their origins, after few generations might be forgotten.
Confiscate their identities and give them your name
And refuse them every chance at some historical fame.
Rewrite as idiots and cowards their dead heroes and braves
To kill their ancestors again, even in their graves
But beware, for they’ll pull your cobwebs off their eyes
And in time, in bits and droves, see, hear, and begin to rise.
Their voices will grow deafening and their impacts more felt;
None can eternally hold a people with a whip and its welt!
WHERE IS ROMEO, WHERE IS JULIET
WAS THEIR LOVE, THEIR DEATH; A FORSHADOWING OF ARTS END
THE POSIONOUS ASPS WE NOW FLAUNT, IN LOVES DISSEMINATION
AN ARTISTIC CREATION?
IT'S SONNET TITLE{:}
THE ROAD PAVED, OUR CHILDREN'S HEART'S; PIERCED IN THE OBJECTIFICATION OF SORROW{S}. THEIR EYES, THEIR EARS, THEIR BODIES, THEIR HEART'S. DEVOID OF THE FRALITY; OF LOVE IN LIFE OR ART .............x
baby blue bk
aka: the gentleman pirate
Repeat:
"Not meat!"
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25 November 2017
Speech is an objectification of what you believe,
Not what your parents or other people believe.
What should
I fill my heart
With..?
I
Have
Filled it
With
Love
For Someone one else.
Never saving room for myself.
What Should I
Fill my heart with?
Shall I fill it with Poetry
Shall I fill it with Natures Beauty
Shall I fill it with the kinship
of friendship
Shall I fill it with music?
I’ve got this empty hole inside me.
Spiraling into the core of me.
Internally it is me who I despise
Shall I fill it with false Idols
Shall I fill it with men’s lies
Shall I fill it with my own objectification?
Shall I fill it with strength?
Harnessed by my Soul
Shall I fill it with the kindness of strangers?
Shall I fill it with, daydreams?
Or quotes from movies
Internally it is me who I despise
Reality is tough, living is not easy.
What shall I fill my heart with??
Uncharted country
Lifelong Journey
No Promise of Security
What should I fill my heart with?
With the essence of ME!
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