“Inside, there is Everything” – From “The Prejudice of Globalism” – 10/31/2020

There is everything of the inside of a person, beyond the color of skin, beyond the stains. To the essence of truth, coming from within, it is never a shallowness. Then, to the politician who cannot see that, will say against a teller of truth to merely hear their words. Though, not merely to the words that they’ll scorn, though to place blinded eyes upon their actions. For no person who merely speaks, will be one who ever acts. And, no person who is scorned for their language, can ever be someone who does not act.

Truth is always something that pierces, for it is always something that shocks. Just as the bullet penetrates skin, causing a shock, or just as a simple poke of a finger against a person’s flesh, is the same resulting feeling. “Shock” is the reaction of surprise, astonishment, amazement, all resonating from the irony of what is normally expected. This is to say that for the population who yearn for a well-spoken politician as their leader, are those who will take offense to the truth.

To all truth, resonating from within, makes the politician of mere words, as the one who objectively deceives. Words are the shallow aspect of all things that linger upon the surface. It is then that we can prove that all things upon the inside can be comprehended as truth. As truth, for what is tended to upon the inside, will never be received with prejudice. It is in the knowledge of what is within, that makes a betterment towards leadership. It is in the “everything” aspect of what can be better understood, that makes such a politician with this vision, unable to be prejudiced, nor deceitful. It makes the leader with the populist perspective, a person unable to be neither the racist, the sexist, the prejudiced one, nor the deceptive one.

For of each thing pertaining to the outside, makes such notions all of ignorance’s definition. Among what pertains to the outside, is a mere focus upon the external. Of all things external, is what pertains to what receives prejudice.

What receives prejudice, is upon the outside. We are never prejudiced towards what is within, for how can we be? How can a person be prejudiced towards the favorability of what one easily comprehends? One, upon the external, merely forces meaning into it. It is something already so simple to understand, for the politician to make a drawing. A painting or image to the skin color, is the same to the solid color of a wall. The solid color to a wall had been covered. Its nakedness, already clothed. It makes the deception for what one does not yearn to see, beyond. As such, “nakedness” is the result of what is “revealing”, being always in reference to truth. One, in the case of a person covering themselves, is not trusted to see truth. As such, the shock of what could be seen, is becoming the suffocation unto the death of that truth. One covers, and now the curious are distrusted, for it is now the intent to never reveal the truth. It is now the intent to be dishonest. Just as the nude form causes shock, it is the same for all truth. If one adds to the example of graffiti, with tattoos, is the act of merely applying another layer to cover what can be revealing.

Vandalizing truth is the same as sparking prejudice. To the person who claims there are those who wrongly ridicule graffiti, should perhaps wonder why anyone would question the outside of anything. To the one of objective intellect, will question, not merely listen to, what remains upon the surface. To the canvas for the painting, as it was not ever first a surface, though a sheer blankness. Graffiti is merely a covering over a surface, already drawn. Therefore, it is objectively a covering upon truth, creating deception. It makes the painting the creation of truth.

To the focus upon surfaces, is never the focus upon the internal, for it has been covered. We can apply innumerable layers, though truth remains forever waiting to be unearthed.

As we are always prejudiced to what is external, we are not ever the same to what is internal. This makes the globalist perspective as the mindset of prejudice. Such means, that for the globalist perspective, there is purely external endeavors being enacted. Then, to what is within, there is purely the avoidance of could be seen, and could be solved of grievance. This marks the politician of a globalist perspective as one who is prejudiced. For in what a person can know best, makes them not prejudiced. It makes a person who attempts to comprehend what is outside, someone who will be ignorant. It is unknown territory where one dwells, marking a strict focus upon the outside, related to looking upon one’s skin color.

The outside, which holds the same definition as anything to be prejudiced towards, is opposite from the inside. To say it, again, the internal is what cannot be received with prejudice. And, to say it, again, the one with a globalist perspective, believes not in aiding what can be known best, being within. It is to say that when a supposed leader holds such a perspective of globalism, makes what is within, secondary to their focus.

How is anyone to say that the leader who holds a populist mindset, can be prejudiced towards anything? It is objectively not the case, when to have a populist mindset, is to focus on what is within, being opposite from the prejudiced and globalist view upon the external.

Philosophy – “There are Winners or Losers in War” – 5/5/2020

“The temporary life is the temporary peace. The eternal life is the eternal war.”

– Anonymous

War is a challenge for anyone willing to be brave enough to face life’s trials. There are those who say that war is not winnable, nor are there any losers. However, could one comprehend it from a cancer patient’s perspective? Their “war” is theirs to win, and should they win it, their peace and strength will be magnified before they had the war with cancer.

Take it from a person with depression. Such a war with depression is not permanent, should they choose to face it. Whatever was causing their depression, should that be from a traumatic loss or whatever else, is meant to be countered until the war is won. Then, peace is discovered.

If war is the opposite of peace, then the word “battle” means nothing. One could say that life is a battle, or that life is a struggle, or that life is a never-ending war. Life wars with life, life wars with itself, as this means that the winnable war makes the temporary peace, making the temporary life. The soldier that died on the battlefield, is now the dead hero. They were the ones who lost their lives, or simply lost. If war is a game to politicians, like pieces on the chess board, then so is life, full of winners and losers. We are temporary, both in our eyes, and in the eyes of those who provide for us, as a world leader.

The temporary peace, or the temporary life, is opposite from the eternal war, called life. Though, we are not meant to count ourselves among others, not meant to compete through pain, in the example of a person with cancer or the person with depression. We do not, because we are attempting to survive, like any war. If war can be won, then peace can be found. If one were to swap the idea of life, with the idea of death, and make life the eternal peace, one creates a greater weakness in their life than ever war could.

A war that is won, is proven to not have been permanent, such as the case of a person with depression. When they win their war, it was not life they conquered, because such is impossible. It was merely territory that they conquered, got to know, so that whatever battles that are similar is now within their territory.

Winning a war merely means to achieve peace. Though, peace is more temporary than war, and such cannot be helped. We thrive on conflict to become stronger, as a species. If one should disagree, then what of the bodybuilder? The bodybuilder, in a sense, breaks down their muscle fibers during their training, so that when they rest (in peace), they strengthen. In the same sense, people will cause deliberate conflict, inject deceit into a society to stir chaos, so that society is maintained with a cycle. A cycle of conflict to peace, and peace to conflict. Then, the world strengthens. Like the routine of a bodybuilder, it is disciplined and systematic. It is strategic, like war. Tactical, like war. Thoughtful, like war. But, never heartfelt. It is because what is on the leader’s mind, is what their heart mainly tells it. Their strategies, their tactics, comes from a desire to defend.

The heart is only associated with the protection of others, during war. To fight another’s battle, is no different than a politician placing pawns on the chess board, used for warfare. In the sense that a mind will follow a heart, is in the sense that a general will be the one using tactics, a leader or anyone else the same, when anyone else is used for those tactics.

The won war will be the returned war, when history repeats itself. That is the essence of human stupidity. To believe in the notion of advancement, like armies, and believing that one can correct a past mistake, by simply replicating it through a different approach. Sad things is, armies do not know anything else besides slaughter and who to leave behind, while they walk forward. The heart leads the army forward, and those they’ve slain, are leaked of their heart’s contents on the soil.

Will war return? It will, though of the same appearance? No.

A Quote – “What does it mean to Protect a Loved One?” – 2/16/2020

“To protect those who are hurting; no, to protect those who have once experienced hurt; no, to protect those who have yet to be hurt further, and that is what is meant to be done, being the final way. See the suffering? See it clear, with your own eyes? Do you cry for it? Do not bully it. More than all else, have you done enough to burden yourself, and to place the pain on its source, being the wrong one? Is it that simple to see within yourself? It is not, and you will suffer yourself, should your pain be placed at the wrong spot. You will suffer more, due to that. Protect those, and only those, who won’t experience further hurt, due to your commitment to never allow their suffering to worsen itself. Everyone experiences hurt, and everyone looks over their shoulder to see who cares.”

Poem – “Oh, Mother; Leave All Evil” – Personal Poem – 10/22/2019

Your spirit resides in turbulence,
But, a moth rests itself atop your temple,
A grave sits before you, idle and waiting.
There’s a place in Heaven, for you,
Near the place Christ left, for you.

There’s evil that runs so free,
Seemingly freer than love, itself.
Why do you find yourself in comfort,
During when your son has shown sides to him,
That only you could ever know?
Though, you show faces twisted and scorning,
During when your son has shown a world for himself.

I matter for your approval,
Father has died,
A world has been separated
Alike sprinkles of color
Atop a cake of black and white,
And I require the remembrance,
Of you.

Death seems to soak itself,
As I am a pessimist,
Around myself;
That, is where death drowns itself,
Bathes itself
In my mind you seem to dub to be wretched.
A life, in love with a woman,
And you disapprove.

You desire comfort, nestle yourself near comfort?
Is it all you crave?
What way is there to send you
To places that are not of comfort,
But are going to spill tragedy’s mark upon
Your delicate forehead?

Mother, your son
Has found,
Has found enough, from you,
And for you.
And, he has found for himself,
A place in a woman’s heart,
Though, you’ll continue
To show a starving face,
In the wrong direction.

Poem – “Cling upon Me” – Romance

Cling upon me,
For your immediate comfort.
You have wept with a shivering form,
And eyes that obey all contention.
A face that needs no bliss, as mine
Or your own, for the coming deprivation.

Disease me, your wounds of many fields.
Kiss me, O woman of much gathered,
Suffer not, when the world comes tumbling
Upon our bosoms, so wide and heavy.
We are but deformed infants,
Birthed without care.

When we scream, who will hear us?
When we strike, who will we hit?
When we bleed, who catches such drops?
When we feel, who feels us?

We are so much the crime, the fear for a world,
That turns inside out, to see itself.
We are the parasites for them,
As we care for them.

Oh, beauty.
You have oceans too deep for this world,
And eyes that would strangle its own veins.
Deny me all, so that I may see me maddened,
Make me quiver as you do,
So that I may break your fall.