Sunday, December 05, 2004

A rush of thoughts
Current mood: contemplative

My worst pains are the words I cannot say,
The acts I cannot do,
Or the thoughts I cannot share.
I call myself a revolutionary thinker.
But what kind of revolution can rise from the oppressed?

Open your eyes to my beautiful struggle
The fight for my liberation.
Do not lower your gaze, but look straight into my eyes.
Do you see those sparkles aglow within? Its flames will burn you like my fury.
The deep conflagration of my mind will confound you, and abuse you.
I will not stop, I will not capitulate to your ignorance and despise.

You didn’t hear me when I cried.
You muffled all the screaming.
You feared that change would bring your ego to demise.
So you pinioned me to an anvil and threw me into the sea.
It was so deep, so cold, and miserable, but I did not drown.
I survived your tyranny, your merciless repression.

I will rise from the dust that flew into my eyes,
When the winds blew me off my feet to stop me.
I will heal from the wounds that dug deep into my soul
When you stabbed me wrathfully with suppression.
I will crawl, then I’ll limp, and then I will run to my freedom.
I will unfetter, I will surmount, I will prove I am worthy.
Worthy of myself, worthy of my voice.


You were numb to all your senses.
You did not hear, you did not see. You did not feel the pain.
But now, I have imposed my will to fight your inner soul, so weak.
Have you changed? Have you recanted?
The solution is not contingent on the politically correct,
But rather your change of heart and soul.

Save yourself, and hear my words. I cannot stand this pain any longer.

Currently reading:
Thoughts on Machiavelli
By Leo Strauss
Release date: By 15 October, 1995