Of What Have I Seen?

I have seen too much, and as such, I have had enough.

A Poetic Prelude

My Tribe is uniquely different from the rest and foreign to this land.

Although we try our best, your language we do not understand.

My Tribe is displaced across the globe, growing unseen as single grains of sand.

My Tribe has different traditions and different personalities.

You long for love and joy, health, and happiness, to live the American Dream.

My Tribe is like you, as these things we want too, as well for all of humanity.

My Tribe has brains that are unique to our kind in form and functionality Like birds need to fly, or fishes need to swim, our need is but to live freely.

My Tribe, your Tribe, if blended as one, the gift of Love, then received equally.

Of What Have I Seen?

I have seen too much, and as such, I have had enough.

I have seen ignorance lauding the epidemic rise of systemic lies normalized.

I have seen values, morals, and integrity swept under carpets lain by the heinous actions and behaviors of evil men’s devise.

I have seen lies applauded, the revultive accepted, the devisive incited, the marginalized insulted, and each for his own upon the world's stage isolated, and the land which was made for the free and the brave degraded. It is time now for change, for united we stand, and divided we fall, and surely our tribe shall not survive, as it is far past time that acceptance and the embracing of Neurodiversity to arrive, and to those of whom will not listen, I beg of thee, and for my Tribe, please, just not hear, but truly listen to these words we so passionately and justifiably decry.

I have seen a wounded world, that without acute intervention will not survive the irreversible damage until it succumbs to much-too-early demise.

Yes, I have seen, and I have seen too much. However, I have seen too little action, despite that devastation, panic, and world crisis cloaked in the circular logic of politician’s lies.

Of What Have I Seen?

I have seen and felt our thoughts turn from broken dreams to externally combusted exhaust.

I have seen and felt our thoughts turn from broken dreams to externally combusted exhaust to feverish distraught.

I am increasingly wrought with the ringing of the bell to call.

A callout to all on fences, teetering with deniability, in that such little effort is placed upon critical thinking, that deadly risks are thought of, but lightly taken, if at all.

Of this too have I have seen…That of fences that are broken, and fences that are mended, but I have never seen a fence that can be built to endure impenetrable force, as it too shall certainly fall.

Of What Have I Seen?

I have seen the unabashedly guilty being tried again, and again. Yet, with each try, they avoid the penalty for the wrongs that they have done.

These wannabe Teflon-Dons cowardly hide behind their mouthpiece’s same ole’ song.

Though hide as they may, from the shadows they will be lain and put upon the blindly held scales and shall be weighed as such, as all others just the same.

Yes, I have seen, and I have seen the guilty set free. However, I have also seen the scales drop quickly from the weight of the same cement boots that were forced upon their victims, when cast into the waters, the boots they are wearing quickly sinking them deeply down to the very bottom where they will surely drown.

Of What Have I Seen?

With certainty, I have seen, though intrepidly do I wait, as the candle grows dim and shrinks into itself when indifference and normalization are the only sources of wind.

Yet, I shall surely never give in, but the world shall never win unless the wind is the breath of the truly righteous women and men.

The candle then prevails, though designed to burn down to its end.

The candle burns, and never ceases to yearn, and shall never be snuffed, even by the powerful thrust of the evilest futile puff of dictatorial men.

Yes, I have seen, but I have seen just one of these. I’ve seen Democracy bending at the knees, from the damage that was done. It took just one Malignant Narcissistic Sociopath to pathologically lie his way to the highest level in this land, but when his wrath ended what shall eternally remain is the sordid story in all historical books from now till ever on. Given that, what was it that he won?

Of what have I seen?

With disdain, I have seen from the obtuse to the obscene.

I see and I know of these things, and I have seen from the atypical eyes of the details that remain unseen.

I know that too many know so little, and act like children emotionally.

I know that too many have no respect for civility and are indifferent to honesty.

I know that many are the ones that you can never trust, and that true honor has been deemed by Society to be of triviality.

These things I have seen and I have seen through the eyes of the ones Society deems to be set apart hopelessly.

Of What Have I Seen?

I see, and I must know. Even though frightened and lacking the “Right Stuff,” each day I struggle to be good enough to have the courage to grow.

With each step, I hold fast to rails with the grip of death that sways, while holding on in terror as great winds from the tumultuous seas gustily breathe upon me. If cometh the rogue wave, or gale-force wind, I shall surely be thrust into the water like so much debris of flotsam and jetsam from ships that break into pieces when run ground, or hastily overthrown as unneeded weight. Like the Anxiety that is always with me, and the defeat of knowing that the source is idiopathic, and as such, shall never ever be found.

I climb just to see as far as I must, from the vantage of the very crow’s nest, I see these things alone.

From horizon to horizon, from ashes to ashes and from dust to dust, perilously, I must know.

Yes, I have seen it all, and I have seen it from the furthermost post. I have seen too far. I have come too close. Although to danger, I am no stranger, but at the same time, I know that I am not in any way tough enough.

Of What Have I Seen?

Oh, the many things I have seen. I would be amiss to name them all, as the list is endless.

Too many are at unrest, while still in denial blindly only seeing the best, and trivializing the rest. Inevitably, it is clear that they too shall pay the penalty to live a life in perpetual distress.

I see, and I see that the world is a mess.

A bitter tasteless icing made from a baneful baker’s poisonous batter, inconspicuously hiding in plain view upon Earth’s over-populous frail crust.

Yes, I have seen much, but with this paragraph, I no longer want to eat lunch.

Of What Have I Seen?

I have seen the decayed planks leaking profusely from the blood-gushing veins of the wounds inflicted by the unjust.

I have seen and I know of a feeling of not having being born, but rather thrust into a world to which I cannot adjust.

I have seen those who so self-servingly believe that I am just one among the many.

However, factually I am near the bottom of all minorities, and the epitome of marginality, as is each one in my Tribe are so much fewer than the rest.

My Tribe is the unseen one-percenters globally, outnumbered massively. Against all odds, one may think we have but little chance.

Do we live a life hiding behind the mocking curtains of an unsustainable facade of wearing masks?

Or, do we proudly ride the bus with Rosa, and fearlessly carry the burden of the cross, the martyr’s sacrificial final walk to Golgotha, as then you will believe that we do truly see, as my Tribe sees every single detail that others may bypass.

From the microscopic lens from which we see, my Tribe views the truth of inhumanity, the ultimate brutality of the evil within those who take, but do not ask.

I have seen and I know, and I have taken it to the task.

Therefore, never doubt or fail to believe that I know and that I see, and the visions are so ghastly vast.

I know that I am different, not less, as those are lies of the past.

I know that now I have pride in myself – Just as I am. So, if you walk on past you are not the first, nor will you be the last, but there is nothing you can say nor is there nothing you can do that that I have not already sustained. Knock me down, and knock me down again, and each time you will see that I rise up above you, as to shrink to your to your level of inhumanity, I shall never ever be cast.

I know that I do not care what you believe, as factually so, from here on out, everyone should know, that every single one in my Tribe is good enough, or even better, if we must.

Oh yes, we simply must, as the way you have treated us with inward or outward disgust, we have every right to speak out loudly of the unjust, and with unwavering determination we shall always insist that we must.

“Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.” – Voltaire

“Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.” – Pierce Brown, Red Rising

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