Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A VULTURE"S VIEW



DYSTOPIA REAL TIME
I walk barefoot down my path. Treading directly on the shards of shattered dreams and thrown away hearts. Broken concrete and rusting girders replaced the forest foliage of many decades ago. There was no war here, wars aftermath is often rebuilt as soon as the peace is made. This dystopian dysfunction is simply a result of the neglect of generations of moved out, removed long ago from the life of "this has become such and so," but not on.

My feet no longer bleed when cut, one needs a heartbeat for that, only a fool leaves their heart intact in the places I wander. It is my thought that powers me, my ability to see and remember a well spun past that has moved future forward to this time of hate and insipid ignorance of man, of people once here, but gone now; yet forever shooting fiery arrows of thoughts they have no honest understanding of, across the wall their past generations built trying to maintain a once was, that can never be regained.

Nothing but nothing can be changed from outside the nightmare we waking walk in. Few are they who are not blinded by the darkness, few are they fearless enough to confront what lay within their own soul.

Those not of the downfall refuse to see. Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance comes so easily to them still kissed with a job, family, hope, depth enough in the pond to freely swim. When the water evaporates they will begin to see their lives were not lived well because of their work done successfully.

God’s approval does not matter, only the one with a neck to nod, matters. Kings, presidents, dictators, parliaments, congresses of peoples. Them at the party sharing cocktails and chewing on the remains of them not invited to the soiree, have nodding necks. Thus it has ever been. Some climb the rubble piles easily for they have created them to benefit themselves, their progeny for a hundred generation out.

Leave God, be God; and man, be man. The two divorced themselves so many millennia ago that they are not even distant neighbors now. You may know God, and God may know you but how often are you asking that being to recreate a time before your sins separated you? What is sin, what are your sins? I have no knowledge of sin. I cannot ask forgiveness for a condemnation some other man said I am doomed to.

A utopian frontier now foreclosed to dystopian panoramas them left out, those whose hearts and dreams litter the path ahead of me. Men of every size shape and color in work clothes, overalls, uniforms, and 3 for the cost of 1 suits, climbing on the piles of rubble seeking gain that never comes to them. These men are dead already even though their fingers still bleed from the climbing.

Women dressed in burqas, Kentucky Derby hats, babushkas, climbing their own rubble piles seeking relief from the pain of the children they have put in the ground, pains remorseless cessation that never comes to them. God’s tears do not matter, they do not water the earth as sacred, only more blood can do that. Women’s tears simply wash the blood away making more room for more carnage residue.

The rubble piles in a gray world of shattered dreams and crushed hearts, the only place where all are upon them are equal. It is a place where few are bold enough to enter willingly to see what we, all of we, have caused to exist on a planet formed for our comfort and learning. My mind is now void of anything but the places my feet tread and walking, walking so long on shards, and shatters, has made me see the unthinkable has become real. Too real.

© M Durfee
7.20.2016



20 comments:

  1. Would be nice to keep one's heart from bleeding.

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    1. It takes many decades Charles of wanting to survive in a hostile environment.

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  2. Sadly that divorce has been finalized in many ways...and all too much truth in "few are they fearless enough to confront what lay within their own soul." Desolate piece, full of feeling and cultural critique.

    Its been far too long since I wrote much more than journal entries. I really should again. I dont know that I would bother with a political poem...much too easy, there are only targets and no ideal.

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    1. Brian the ideal is in exposing the targets for what they are and how they were manufactured. I know no where near 8 billion people will ever read this but them that do can not read and at least have a momentary thought.

      i have always liked your writing my friend and am glad to be able to say that, but you do what you will, why you're able. Congratulations on the Master's Degree.

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  3. Is ignorance best or the truth more hurtful and painful to accept. Perhaps the best answer is to leave everything behind and start over. Or perhaps not. Enjoyed your reflections Mark.

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    1. Grace I only present a treatise not a conclusion for you. I know many people who honestly believe their life is an English Garden with everything well kept, trimmed, and aromatic. They never look to the world of other or alternate reality that so many live in. They know it's there, they just think if they do not look it does not exist.

      PERSONALLY I would rather see and feel the pain born of dysfunction, that is becoming, once again, the reality of the majority.

      Historically the pendulum always swings slowly back and forth between feast and famine, but I see this era as different than past ones. Some one or something is holding the pendulums circular progress and keeping it in a place it has been for too long now.

      That is how violence breaks out in society.

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  4. Forgot about this song by CCR from a long time ago ... but I do remember some of it like it was yesterday ... smoking sumthing and bein very happy ... U 2, meouwpoppa? ... Love, cat.

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    1. meowmomma I agree with everything you said but when you say "a long time ago--you have to add about 3 or 4 more longs in there.

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    1. Alice like anything, say physical pain for example, one gets immune to it, is able to function within the construct. Our society, and I mean our global society is becoming numb.

      I like to use a Detroit phenomena to illustrate. Once upon a time when someone heard gunshots, depending on how close they were they would either flinch or run or hit the floor. Now not even the kids playing on the street stop or pause from what they are doing. Even though so far this year 15 of them have died because they didn't. We are numbed to the sound and the results.

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    2. I'd like to say that's only in Detroit, but the other day my dd cocked her head toward the open window and said, "I hope those are just fireworks I hear." Never did find out.

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  6. The power of those minds, 'oblivious' do what is ReaLLY happening, is astounding. And have you noticed how many books when re-printed, appear with the slightest of difference, and a fact is changed?

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    1. Shadow the narrative of life only takes a singular change to to make the entire meaning different. The question I ask is why should that change seem to always lead us deeper into an abyss of bullshit?

      I am amenable to changes anywhere on the globe as long as they are doing or having some result worthy of praise by a mainstream consciousness.

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    2. ...gotcha.
      I was thinking of changes designed to create similar thought patterns, channelling reactions, thus creating a better 'behaved'? society....

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  7. mark, this is utterly depressing. i say this coming back from a horrible year or two or has it been three? i do understand, but i don't accept. some mornings i wake up anxious, forlorn, but i've begun to shake it off. instead i have my first luscious cup of coffee and push ahead from there.

    now that I've sprinkled some optimism for balance, i admit that i wonder if there is a way back at all. the world seems to have lost the boundaries that maintain civility. there is so much division and violence. and yet: i look to the people i know and who are nearby and i see mostly goodness. i know that effort matters. i know i am more resilient that i would have thought.

    i know i am rambling…
    i love you, mark,
    kj

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    1. kj a dystopian society should be depressing to anyone with half a lick of sense--that is the basic question I am asking "where the hell did amity and commonality go, why have we allowed them not on our own porch to divide and crucify with words the ideals we once all held so dear?

      I do not get depressed about any of it, I have come to accept that if someone wants to be an unthinking asshole then I simply will document the times of it.

      I never say have no hope, but hope by the very nature of the word is for a future event to come to pass. I do not live looking to a future, I MAY contribute to the construction of a personal future but I recognize that my wishes and desires will change nothing and i refuse to align myself with the evil that created this dysfunction that has overcome us in this age.

      Be Well kiddo and you live in peace not negativity, You have much to be thankful for in your surroundings.

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  8. As always you have such depth of knowing to your post. Sometimes the reality of how far we have 'not come' is painfully clear.

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  9. The simple answer to this situation my friend, is that life fucked itself up with more life. We have grown far too many for the earth to hold. The result is Malthus' Theory of population. We keep the rest in check by devouring it. Who will keep us in check but the wars and natural disasters that our too muchness forges. Dystopias are the realities of today. Utopias are those of yesterday's dytopias. So shall we move and so shall we end. It has happened before, it will happen again.

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    1. Mona, believe if treated correctly the environmental package has not reached the tip point yet but we keep ruining more, deforesting more, disruting the evolved systems which sustain us--and then wars happen to adjust for the eco destruction we feverishly pursue.

      makes no damn sense but I agree, war is an effective way of population numbers, control.

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So Walking Man I was thinking...