Monday, September 1, 2014

ONLY THE STUPID TRAITORS WILL UNDERSTAND



FROM THE MIND TO THE SKY

There are so many things I cannot see, that when I see I cannot agree and when I cannot agree I am labeled anything from stupid to traitor. Or both.

I float my clouds in the air and know from where they came and never know where they’ll go for they are my clouds, some filled with rain, some with pain and even a few with silver linings, though most days in the light of the sun and breeze I barely understand those trying to make them disperse, to let me see in no uncertain terms I have no right to float a cloud or voice an opinion aloud, especially in the clouds. Even on the rare occasion when my clouds contain the morbid smell being of politically correct there is a sniper who just recognizing the clouds shape will fire aloud at the evil inherent within it.

Anyone who sends a message into the atmosphere looking for a following to me is a coward with no conviction, I do not need followers for I am no leader. Not one looking to end some kind of weird man made race in first place but seriously I will be heard, even if not taken as anything but one who is deliriously delusional with disillusion of thoughts in what man is supposed to be. I’d love to be a poet king with no lands to rule or a philosopher whose words travel through the ages as sage but I’ll settle for simply thinking out a problem and finding one possible resolution. Preferably one without gun that kill off all of our daughters and sons even if they are told they are enemies of each other and not sisters and brothers.

I read an article written by someone who said I’m a part of the walking dead if I use words like Nigger, Ho, Spic or Jew; their point being that in our wedged apart society there is no clarity that can come from language most understand. I disagree with the pretext because every word, of which clouds are made have a context. Now if I were a part of the walking dead (are there really Zombies or is it just another societal game craze?) would I really be walking and thinking aloud inside my head, when I allow the noise in? Making clouds. Be glad I say that I throw few lightning bolts at them who disagree with me because *fuck ‘em* they have that right. But God damn does every cloud have to be a part of a fight when I look to see the root of most people’s clouds are based in “I only want—what’s right for me!” That I am fairly sure is the definition of pure and simple greed.

I will still send my clouds into the breeze and watch them depart far away from me, not because I am sure I am right but simply because I recognize in my sight that a planet full of people have two capacities; one for extreme violent war and one for heart longing for a quiet, calming peace.

© M Durfee
9.1.2014

17 comments:

  1. i wonder what makes us choose war over peace....well greed is the easy enough answer....there really is not neutral...you are either a leader or a follower...even in disconnecting you lead...because you are willing to make a decision...

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    1. C'mon dude let me not lead, I simply want to find freedom of thought without something tinting it a color i have never seen before.

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  2. I long for that cloud of peace but both sides must come to agree & respect each other ~ I like the idea of being a poet royalty with no lands, smiles ~ Have a good week Mark ~

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    1. Cool Grace you can be queen of the cloud alongside of mine. We'll never go to war, throw lightening, the worst t will ever get is we'll discuss who gets to rain first on the mind.

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  3. i know u don't need followers ... i don't either ... still ... smiles ... k?

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    1. Oh some will step in the foot tracks but is that following or Hunting Christine?

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  4. Only want what's right for me. Damn that is it in a nutshell.

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    1. I do define personal greed this way Charles, i am not saintly either but I can usually let go of thughts and ideas that harm others easily enough.

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  5. The extent with which one has to 'count' ones words these days is ridiculous.

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    1. I know Shadow, this political correctness bullshit is just another wedge issued at upper class boot camp to keep people apart. Fuck 'em.

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  6. To the celestial cloud Nine . . . or as the Stones put it:

    'I was sick and tired, fed up with this and decided to take a drive downtown
    It was so very quiet and peaceful there was nobody, not a soul around
    I laid myself out, I was so tired and I started to dream
    In the morning the parking tickets were just like a flag stuck on my window screen . . .'

    Cheers & Peace

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    1. Reik That was the Temptations! Psychedelic shack that's where it's at.

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  7. You write great prose poems.

    To this one, I want to say just...Amen.

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    1. Aww Karen thank you. That's all thank you.

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  8. WM-nicely done. There is something about clarity that remains elusive... so I like the way you have used clouds and consequences here... some lovely and (helpfully ) unsettling connections.

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    1. H-I never met a cloud i rejected though i have met some i were happy that they sped on their way out of my world.

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  9. Lots of things are clouded now. I prefer the ones that I see floating in the air and not the ones that blur our thoughts and visions.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...