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Category: Literary realism

  • Journey With Me As I Write The Worlds Longest Poem

    Journey With Me As I Write The Worlds Longest Poem

    Life is but a moment. Smiling and dancing, crying and panicking. Wondering where to next? Will it finally be success or just another vex. Moments on top of hours. Hours on top of days with days on top of weeks, on top of months, on top of years, over decades, over centuries. Continuing moments of everything a person can feel. History repeats over and over… Spirits retreat or cause deceit.

    Constantly besieged by choices of happiness or beliefs. We choose because of the complications of having both is too heavy a burden for our moments to defeat. The act of balancing becomes a task. The one who balances becomes an ask. Is it a mask? How does one think so fast? Stop telling me how to bask in a moment when life as we know it wears many motions, being vast.

    With mutual respect please don’t tell me how to act. Don’t tell me how far to let my seat back. A question every man must ask is “who really has my back?” So many moments, so many questions binding humankind in thoughts but pausing at the thought to relax. How do I react to a smile or frown, hi or bye. Give or take. Love or leave. Grieving the need and needing to breathe.

    To survive comes down to needing to relieve. Needing to release. Needing peace. Needing to eat and repeat. Hating and loving the instinct to need another human. Needing to love and be loved. Needing to hate and be hated. Needing another to be born. Needing another to be mourned. A moment. Ever changing chains and shame and somehow through the pain we find joy in a moment.

    We must choose the moments to hold dear in our thoughts the choice is moments of pain or love. I choose the power of love bringing joy to any circumstance. When we all huddle in one room because we must but also love too. Making something out of nothing. Overjoyed by the simple things. Excited to tell the story of my latest adventures to my brother and cousins because they understood the me inside of me. A moment.

    The next moment to remember is followed by sadness because moments change. Ever changing moments. Within memory lane are many moments, joy, smiles, feeling of being on top of the world, regret, sadness, pain… repeat. The best and the worse thing about a moment is they all end and begin. Moments transcend into friends and trends making history, moments lend.

    With the eye of every beholder being pinched. The eyes see and the heart bends. The heart blinds even the wisest men and a new moment begins. Just another day of sin. Lying to ourselves, making our wrongs right by reminding ourselves ‘all that matters is a win’. Hoping that with time broken bones will mend or forget. All out of options we pretend. Trying to fake it until we make it to the moment in time we yearned for only to have our call answered and it begins again wanting more. Moments.

    Changing but inescapable in life and death continuing are moments. It becomes the digging of the earth that never ends no matter the discoveries. We dig shovels through trees in desperation to achieve, telling ourselves, asking ourselves, what’s in it for me? We bleed and conceive taking and bringing life with the consideration of a single leaf.

    After so many moments the hardest instinct in mankind’s fight is a selfish need. In overcoming we try and in the moments of unity we bring about world peace. The most inspiring moment indeed. This is the moment when we beat our own built-in beast. When we entwine. When we balance. When we ask? When we tap into untapped will in every man’s feet. When we finally remove rose colored lens, we meet the truth hidden in a gray speech. A moment we call deep.

    We learn, teach, reach, and repeat. To be quiet is 2 in 1 working together or separate. The silence is either our strengths or what makes us weak. Every moment being both good and evil due to the needs of evil. When the ink dries it is the things we lust of in which we believe.

    In our moments to read in the truth we don’t take heed. Deep down what is believed is greed. Not only the lust of another’s being but every evil is a bottomless pit that must feed. In this moment this thought I must release in an effort to increase a moment of peace in my pen I look to the sky and down to the grass to grip a moment of ease.

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  • Who Takes The Blame of Society

    Who Takes The Blame of Society

    How We Judge Deeds

    Who Takes The Blame of Society? In this article we will have a non-biased conversation about key figures and how they were perceived by large portions of humanity. There was a time when I thought Martin Luther King set us backwards as African American people. When in fact it is the opposite. What he did for not only people that looked like him, but he brought about change that was better for all kind. He had to fight for justice. So, what makes me or anybody else think that we don’t also have a role to play in the balance of good and evil. One man can’t hold the troubles of society on his back forever.

    Why Do We Think Like This

    With that Martin didn’t do it alone but he led the cause. It is easier to feel like that one person with good intentions can save the world. Only this is not possible. Which is why I ask Who Takes The Blame of Society? Martin was blamed even long after his death for the continuing downfall of African American communities. While the entire world ignored all of the tactics deployed in making sure that African American people would not thrive as a community. Those tactics are to blame, not Martin or the freedom fighters. We ignore evil and blame the people with good intentions.

    My belief in where this started is with the story of Jesus Christ. Now let me say this article is not what religion I subscribe to. Nor to talk negatively about any religion. In fact, I am here to say whether the story is true or not, it made an impact on the way society thinks as a whole. Society seems to believe that a person with good intentions should die or be tortured for the sins of all mankind. The villain goes about causing chaos and then we look to the decent and the good in society and blame them for every evil action being committed.

    Blaming The Crucified

    Why do we victim blame? It is easier to blame victims in situations. Especially when you know you can’t help them. The easiest way to deal with this in our hearts is to hate them. Now today figures like Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ are loved but we all know that was not the case when they were living. They were tortured and hung on a cross literally and figuratively.

    Over and over again large portions of society have joined hand in hand to slay or torture the decent in the earth. When you try to do a good thing, it is never taken for the good it is. Most people see it and seek to find flaws in you. Which they always will, because having good intentions for society does not make you without sin. Which is why I ask society Who Takes The Blame of Society?

    Do We Need Perfection To Do Good

    Many times, the homeless are feeding the homeless. When a homeless person that also is an addict makes sure that the homeless person near him or her doesn’t miss a meal because they can’t stand knowing that another goes hungry. Does it make their good deed not real because they are an addict?

    Or how about when they see a young person at risk of becoming an addict and they tell them no young brother or sister, that is not the way. Does it then make them fake because they stopped another human from taking the destructive path they once took. Or how about when they become clean from drugs can they not help another become clean because of their past? It is like finding fault in every good deed is just a way to stop people from wanting to do good.

    Evil Is and Always Will Be The Problem

    I used to think that being too nice, caused problems. When in fact being too evil has corrupted everything nice. No person is perfect and even if you were, people will still find fault or even create fault. Place the blame where it stems. Which is those with the power to crucify and torture the good and decent in the earth.

    Remember that when George Floyd was murdered, people said it was okay because he was an addict. How long will we allow oppressors to justify their evil with an unjust scale? We stood up as one unit the whole world and agreed that it was wrong. Nonetheless, evil corrupted our good intentions. Saying o but he was an drug addict. So do we murder a man because he is an addict?

    We also have developed a mindset that if a person seeks to do good, we are somehow owed a detailed description of their private life. This is a very toxic way of thinking. People come at celebrities all the time and think that it is okay to tear these people apart just because the person has a talent or appeared on tv. Is it their fault for the psychological and at times physical abuse their subjected to simply because they are known for being a great singer, actress, or etc. Or is it the people’s fault who harass and belittle them?

    Having a talent does not make you perfect. People have become so entitled that they are willing to strip away your humanity and think it is okay to do so because you’re an idol. The poet by the name of (Doreen O’Neill) said it best when she asked the world “does my pain not matter?” Many people that receive attention for doing something good or for just having a talent can ask the same question.

    The weight of evil in this world should not be placed on the shoulders of one or two good intentioned. It is every man, woman and child’s responsibility to bring more good back into the earth. Good intentioned hearts don’t deserve to be crucified to save mankind. It is all of our responsibility to bring good in the world. Most importantly you don’t have to be perfect to do it.

    Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Mathew Ahmann in a crowd of demonstrators at the March on Washington