Are You Ready?

chaotic

The ink in my pen is dammed for sure,
when inspiration no longer flows
and invading thoughts are not at all clear,
what light once beheld in darkness now folds.

Despair abounds amidst nightmares of pain.
The droughts of passions wreak only bitterness.
And the thoughts I had for a better world,
are never to be known in the face of such wickedness.

Fear what will come when the sun turns shy.
And the roses of the earth will blush no more.
Purity and faith have no place here,
as man never knew just what he killed for.

No help for a child who is born without chance
to survive in a world that’s been damned to hell.
The sins of man hath destroyed his home,
and the only sound is a tolling death knell.

Though we will regret what was torn asunder,
twill be too late to relieve our plight.
For the day of reckoning will soon be upon us,
and no path out of darkness will lead into light.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Are you ready for mass starvation? Are you ready for riots in the streets? Are you ready to join the homeless? Are you ready for what’s coming?

I have never been one to harbinger bad news on a global scale or pounce on any made-up omens of events yet to unfold, but I sense an approaching storm, an impending doom and although I was not one who went out and purchased duct tape when the Homeland Terrorize the U.S. Security Agency told us that those awful gummint sponsored terrorists were coming and to keep our battery operated portable radios on to receive the latest terror alert threat, that did not worry me. However, things just ain’t looking good, not at all. I have come to a point where I have just run clean out of hope and though I wrote on another post about the fact that my pen has run dry, it actually has. https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2014/01/31/i-heave-a-sigh/

When a person who writes from the heart, feels a drying up of energy, there is something to that. I can honestly say that for the first time in my life, I feel that there is absolutely nothing more that I can say that I haven’t already said. I took a look back through my own archives and I’ve covered it all. I’ve written extensively on homelessness, on poverty, on injustice everywhere, on the plight of the indigenous peoples, on the plight of those who are locked-up in for profit prisons, I have penned poem after poem about the need for action as opposed to apathy and complacency. I have moaned and groaned and displayed anger and hopelessness and helplessness and frustration and I have come to the realization that I am drained and dust is thickly settling on my poet’s pen.

Another blogger who is a poet felt the same way and he pretty much let us know that he’s also drained. And I know exactly how he feels. He is another one who feels and feels deeply and he has put down, for the moment, his poet’s pen.

I take heed of this as there is not many who can feel and channel the energy or who can feel when that energy is gone; that which gives us hope and keeps us going. When it no longer flows like the river, we heave a sigh and we droop. I am drooping. I feel a drain, a tug downward, a diminishing of energy. Is it temporary, I don’t think so and I cannot force that which will not come. I don’t write just for the sake of writing. I write because I have something to say. If there is nothing coming from my center of energy, it is because something so profoundly depressing has taken root and has repressed the flow of positive energy and any need I had of holding on to hope and has therefore, drained my pen.

Call me a pessimist, but I call myself, a realist with eyes wide open!

Silence is not Golden, It is Acceptance

I have come to the realization that I am never going to be quiet and unobtrusive, shy and reticent, easily intimidated, overwhelmed by the outrageous and staggering wrongs that are perpetrated against people each and every single day all over the world to the point that it would make me just want to throw my hands up in the air in defeat. I will not accept that there is nothing that I can do. There is something that we all can do. For one, we can collectively realize that when others are being persecuted, mistreated, humiliated, killed because they are the wrong complexion and wore the wrong apparel, tortured and wrongfully imprisoned, we should no longer ignore what is going on as if it will never impact us. I ask you to take a look around you. Do you not see anything that is going on today that will never have the potential to affect you? Look really, really hard if you have to. Although, you shouldn’t have to because what is in store for us is already all up in our face. We cannot continue to pretend that what we see is just a passing phase, an anomaly that will soon right itself. Have you not heard that a disease does not get better with time just because it is ignored? It festers and worsens and if not treated will eventually destroy the body sort of like a parasite that eats its way through the system of the host and eventually kills it by sucking the very life out of it, leaving an empty shell.

When we allow ourselves to be taken in and taken over by what is fed to us, be it from the government, from the mainstream media which is controlled by corporations that have amassed fortunes by sucking the lifeblood out of people all over the world, we are allowing the parasite in. We are allowing the disease to take over with impunity and we are trying to ignore the symptoms by going on as though nothing untoward is happening. Even when it is right before our very eyes, we don’t question. We just accept because we have been brainwashed into not thinking for ourselves. We think ‘Survivor’ is a reality tv show and is not indeed, a reality for people, the world over. Many of us just blindly accept the mindless drivel that is shoved down our throat that passes for entertainment and so the disease of silence, doing nothing, ignorance and apathy spreads. The parasites suck another host until it is dead and moves on to find another one, crossing oceans, transcending borders all the while sucking the lifeblood out of every host. Sucking up everything in its path until eventually nothing is left, just an empty, hollow shell.

Let me put it another way. Are we not always at war? Is there not always a riot somewhere, a deposed government official somewhere? chaos, pandemonium, bedlam? That is happening because the people know that the disease of abuse, misuse of them is rampant. They understand that a parasite is eating away at their rights, their liberty, their very existence and they are doing whatever it takes to destroy the disease, kill the parasite before it takes them over completely. People all over the world are starting to see, to understand and to realize that to defeat the enemy is not to become like the enemy but to push back against the enemy that is common to us all, those select few who are the parasites, the takers, the abusers, the users, the callous, the depraved. Those of us who live in the United States cannot point fingers at China or anywhere else and get outraged over human rights abuses when we have the same thing being played out here. We have people wrongfully imprisoned for merely shedding light on lies, people who get away with murder while others languish in prison because we have a racist criminal ‘justice’ system, a rollback of the Civil Rights era, segregation by incarceration and inequality in education, pay, housing, and the list goes on and on.

I am ever hopeful that we can come together and unite in a world that is controlled by a select few who exploit the many and sacrifice us for their privilege. I will stand by silently no more. I will not host the parasite nor will I let the disease run rampant. With every breath that I take, I will stand in solidarity with others who are oppressed. I will be concerned and vocal about human rights abuses not only in America, but in India, in China, in Bangladesh. I will condemn my government for committing atrocities not only here, but in other countries as well. I will not sit in silent complicity when what I see is wrong.

And lastly, some question, “just what can I do?” Organize, galvanize, energize your community! Remember, the ripple in the pond began with one small stone and a movement was born. Will you continue to concede to host the parasite until all that is left is an empty, hollow shell to be fed mindless drivel and constantly lied to or will you too, throw a stone in the pond? Never stop writing! Never stop thinking! Never stop questioning! Never just accept and most of all never remain silent! Silence is not golden, it is deadly acceptance!