What is need more than ever is a unified thought process combining the strengths, weaknesses, and hte real deal between life, love, activism and struggle. As I sit here I am contemplating thoughts of love, strife, mobile dance parties and my purpose. Its preplexing but I feel somehow I am closer to the truth then I am in the act of being apart of the cousin of death. When my mind is at peace, I find a funny feeling that can’t be taken away. Yet, I only achieve that peace upon waking up not really knowing what my purpose for the day is. Then like a hammer I am hit on the head with the realization that I am in some complex relationship with someone who has the same tattoo as me or I think of how my life devoid of interpersonal strife isn’t a good measure of how I feel. I am hurting even though I am in limited contact with the ones I care about and love. I feel this is the period where I begin to fully understand what I have done to others and ask for some kind of salvation. Yet, my thoughts a overtaken by this love that has its up and downs even before the first fuck. Which ethier means I am out of my fucking mind or I am fighting for something I believe in finally!!!! I hope the the fight is something I will be known for, cuz is this doesnt work out I will have no regrets cuz I can finally say I gave something 110%. But this isn’t it, not by a long shot and I feel that maybe my focus on love is not the most important isusse in my life. Its up there but I always have found a calling with trying to help people and the world. I dont believe in widespread global change, at this point, but I do feel I am working on something in my mind that is going to fuck alot of shit up.
I believe it starts with my current situation where I am deemed and vilifed for not posscessing the traits of most men. Instead of letting a woman know how much sex I want from her I perfer to give her a smile and a piece of my mind. I am called bootsy for this but I rather get to know a person by the size of there book collection than the size of his breat or vagina. I dont knock sex but what if I can honestly say that I can have any woman I want with a simple conversation. But the line “have any woman I want” is problematic. I believe its this right of ownership with own that has made alot of our world fucked. ownership is a man made event and when you die all that you own doesn’t dissappear with you. So what we live for in ownership is the termopary of the present that is constantly changing. Its absurd that this is the case but its the reality of our current sitution. What we need is a voice from many people that challenging what people feel they are entitled too. like most things of life i believe our actions should be part of a two way streat not a one lane highway where the car going forward only has one way to get there nor can they full understand there place because in there current ride they are alone around them.
The desert wind combines the sorrows of the world. They were once oceans as mighty as there friends who still make up the majority of the world. As with most things in life, the desert ceased to be an ocean as people walking the land will cease to walk. Noone can recall when those deserts were oceans, so how can we remember what man use to be. If history is an object of self-preservation, what happens to the world before people starting to record events? Did people even exsist? Was struggle found in the wel-fare lines or 3rd world kids without shoes in the breadlines? If it isn’t remembered did it ever exsist?
I know I care because I can rememeber but if I woke up without memory, how much would I care for the world?
