Intrinsic Life

Copyrighted@RobMason2012

My vision has come to fade as this world blends to out of focus. Your clarity only brings me ambiguity as I cannot comprehend your advertised and temporary good. The questions have been answered yet the solutions deferred to more convenient times. You test my faith with your corruption. You task my morality with your improper purpose. Calamity is that weapon of fear that romances our darkest thoughts. My darkness remains pent in a proper place but nothing stirring can be caged forever. You are wasting me and that waste continues to multiple exponentially.  In your world, victory and defeat are mandatory and blame assigned to the ones with quieted voices. I see the collusion and I am disheartened. I see the end result before the end and I am devastated. Encouraging sickness so that you may cure, providing wars so that you may present peace, causing starvation so that you may feed with the end justifying the means. And no one yet will legitimize the ones in need. I am here now and I am still amicable for a time. I present with two hands, one heart and a void only you can fill. But I am in need of mending. I cannot give while only sustained. I cannot be me while the victim still remains. My hands can grip yet with no provision of tools. Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not at war from within. Look at us and defend your notions of freedom and justice for all. Show us your mercy, compassion and understanding that cannot be denied to all who live and breathe. Look at the faces of the ones who must abide. Live among them as one of them and feel their pain. Show me one not haunted in their dreams and I will show one who has no conscience. Now break these chains and allow me to present productive.

Whenever people of good conscience remain silent there is no evil that shall not prevail. Wrongful deeds find safe haven in silence and the tendency often defined as collective. There is much confusion between rights and privileges as one is a gift and the other a guarantee. And both are to be earned. There is a promise that should never be broken but when it is, it makes lesser each man, woman and child. There are no singular victims in this collateral world as separation is now old and archaic. We have become blended to the fate of cause and effect as there is never only one domino that topples. Our freedoms specified cannot ever be just a philosophy intended rather, it must be inherent with every breathe we take. Any less is ambiguous and more a wavering of a conscious for convenience. It cannot present as easy as sacrifice is the greater good and is always self-explanatory. Whatever is worth having is worth persevering for and we define it in each of our defining moments and more so, in defence of those who are defenceless. Be cautious of the slippery slope. It can turn situational even when on level and solid ground. Obfuscation is an improper tool often employed to seem sand taste like water. Before any collective may reap rewards, the rights of the one must present front and centre as inviolable. One voice silenced is an offence to us all as the loudest are most often the minority and with agenda. As we gain strength by embracing those weaker, we accept knowledge from those with more wisdom. The two hands we use for pushing are the same hands that can just as easily be pulling. A time of pause and reflection may expedite a solution just as the winner is not always the first to the finish line.

Together we could remember these times as we justify each breath we take. That sound of singular voices blending to harmony is when the ones who follow begin leading the way. With our hands holding tight to one another, no one slips through any cracks as hands holding on tight and everyone will see their dreams sighted. The resistance is inevitable. The changing will be inevitable too. Lines in the sand can always be erased. Yet there are no lines ever needed for those always willing stand their ground. There is still a flicker of hope for those already made faithless. There is still a light that shines on those who feel faceless. We are on that verge and the numbers are growing. Continually pushed to the edge and now the masses are massing. There is a line of sight and those sights are now coming into focus. When a conscious remains reminding, everything will shine out the clearer. The foundation will crumble one brick at a time as it is always the little victories that win the war. We cannot yet celebrate those times to come and forever mindful of those who will find no comfort in the wrongs being righted. There will come the day when these times will catch us remembering what too many wish they could forget. Arriving just in time to find it too late for some, for the rebuilding of a foundation once toppled.