jasiri

...silence...
i like dia, although i do not 'know' her...i love people who make me think...who turn the primordial wheels of my mind and then walk away, without looking back to see just where i may stop... so here i am...silent...in a room where i haven't even put on any music...i'm a typing mouse, yes...but there are no words stumbling from my lips...just the cold rush of thoughts...put into form through these typing fingers...so many have been lost...why, why, why...do we lose ourselves...do we lose our voice, do we lose our courage when we are all so blatantly aware of all the diabolical deeds that have descended upon us through the cruel and greedy fists of the rich??? this is not an accusation...this is a question...one that i direct outwards as well as inwards...where is our strength??? is it buried with our ancestors...those whose bodies fell upon the land and history that they defended??? where is our courage??? is it tucked away in hiding...like a secret weapon that we are waiting to unleash...or is it just buried with the dead...buried alongside our hope...buried next to faith... i say FUCK them!!!! they try to destroy us in much more methodical clever ways then before...now, instead of working night and day with sword and crossbow to enslave our bodies, they have found a freudian ally of mind control and overt temptation... call me a hippie...call me a dyke...call me a pervert...call me what you will....it only works to divide us, weaken us, so that we are easier to enslave... i for one will not fall face down in a shopping center with my mouth full of grease and hands grasping at my shopping bag...i will fall...i know...but it will be at the feet of all that i give my life to defend...where is my strength??? wielding an ax behind my green eyes....where is my courage??? waiting to be released...where is my hope...waiting for a sign....where is my faith??? right here...amongst my friends...