Essays coming Soon.

I understand that I opened myself up to curse the ignorance of dying men, and in doing so for whatever reason I lost my innocence.  
I’ve allowed the frustration and fatigue of these days to get the best of me and I regret that I uttered even a word to offer validity to their insanity.  

I sit corrected of my mistake.  

I appreciate the kind correction that you offered.  

So urgent are the days of our youth, that it is best that we don’t carelessly spend our minutes drawling out the infinite measure of wasted moments of these men.  
How I fear that I might be one of them in my worst days…after nights without sleep. 

Bob Marley - I’m Hurting Inside (Rare Acoustic) (by acidrootblues)

This at times, times like these, is exactly what I desire to sing as loud as I can…looking for something with the power to heal you, while showing the world something bright.  It is better to withdraw slowly…and hope for a change.  Then give up on that hope and just do what you can.

hersleepyeyes:

<3 <3 (Taken with instagram)

My friend K. Meduri took this photo and it is one my absolute favorite pictures.  Instagram done with beautiful perspective.

They will cut you down…until you feel little or nothing…you will rise again.

Do not let the long night dictate your view of the world…the sun is coming.

Many will tell you that your roots, your depth are not desired, only your surface, they are wrong.

I will not cut you down.  I will not deny where you have been and what you are in your fullness.  I wait for the time you are in to pass, and for the light to shock your system back into function, to pierce the hardness that has glazed over your eyes.

I will not cut you down.

I hope to shake this…

the heart screams and is heard by none…

fade to static…

I begin to imagine what is inside the walls of the hallowed institution.

Nothing shakes the conviction, nothing topples the many bricks and years of whitewash.

Something strikes against this idea, but in vain…completely in vain.

If we are learning to erase the words, the writing on the wall, we are learning to pass time.

Foolish and stupid are those who tire themselves to say what no one wants to hear.

Don’t take this to heart.

Please ignore the stinging feeling of someone else experiencing pain, maintain a safe  distance.

Anything can be excused if you silence the discomfort you feel, if you amplify the distraction.

Whatever we felt, whether human touch, a wild instinct, a broken silence of an infant utterance…is it so quickly removed from our experience as people, as natural creatures.

When anyone of us stares unflinching into the deranged acts of hate expressed in violence can you remember anything of the past innocence?

When anyone of us forges a structure to justify what a great universal prophet called, “the violence of the stomach”, do we remember our own hunger for tranquility, understanding?

Somehow we distance ourselves.

We submerge ourselves in stories that allow us to be entertained, but never learned.

I am expressing something…acknowledging my frustration and contribution to the dark side of human nature.

I am wondering if we could light every corner of the human face.  

If we are able to illuminate the darkness…are we willing?

These dudes are pretty inspiring.  Proof that peace comes from connecting with others outside of power structures…fuck your politic.

The more I come to understand how much power in the hands of politicians divides people into factions, into friends and enemies, into those who get in and those who don’t….the more I realize that it’s all garbage.  I really have been feeling this way lately about the domestic politics of America, but more so about certain situations in the global context.  So much emphasis is put on who isn’t allowed, who shouldn’t be, what it will cost, and things like that, with so little focus put on the fact that maybe people could reconcile their differences if it weren’t for systems, if it weren’t for factions reinforced by socialization throughout our whole adult lives.  The conceptualization of powerful and powerless is something that looms over us all, and personally, it can feel like there is no hope in overcoming the personal shortfalls or bigger systemic comforts that keep us all pinned down, hooked in, broken up, split apart….

I need to just breath and disconnect for like a bit.

-whatever-

Let The Kids Play

-Andrew