Mobe's days

The day's disdain shall never refrain from the pain that the rain will wash away. But tomorrows sorrow shall give cause to claim that today's was just yesterday's gain





This is a free thought process to which I intend to entertain and insiniuate debate and humor into what I consider a banal universe. I implore you to leave comment or critique and also to question my purposes if you so desire. It is my intent to invoke creative thought and even a new perspective, though I do not expect all to want the invasion of their minds for the duration of my soapbox. I will censor nothing, but cannot promise that it won't be at a higher desk. Enjoy!~mobe

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Lost Inheritance


so remind me again why the world is black and white and who gets to decide what exactly black and white are?

Color is what it should be but what if yellow is not jaune but more like noir..."bete noir"...and what if "table" is actually the word for bed?

We strive to find order and understanding in this world (some of us anyway), and you cannot obtain a gain to that endeavor without the strife in the strive itself. Language creates barriers and with the advent of technology over the course of the last fifteen, twenty, thirty, fifty years, we find ourselves losing our language at an alarming rate. Is one of the very reasons I admire interpreters and those capable of many "tongues" and dialects and want to learn more language myself, even if my seedier side only wants to tell people to either "fuck off" or to "fuck me" in several cultural languages...Rosetta Stone doesn't teach you the good shit you know...

What if we have this all wrong and that killing and raping and pillaging and lying are truly the "good" things in life and that being the opposite damns a person's soul to holy inferno eternity? We don't castigate coyotes for killing or grizzlies or great whites or king cobras...we don't even castigate Ebola and anthrax...we study them. We study death in infinite. We study what we perceive is life, too, but life is the eternal waiting room for the occurrence of death itself.

I am accused of looking at things incorrectly. *chuckles

But what if I got this spot on? What if it is all about communication and language and that, for the most part, there truly isn't a rule. It is killed or be killed. Why prolong it? Why MUST we see who can live the longest? We don't own this land no matter what pieces of paper governments hold. They have deeds? What supreme authority who owns the planet in entirety doled out portions of it to greedy asshats and insidious bastards? I would like to take a closer look at these "deeds" and the relinquishing parties.

We TAKE what we need and we give back what we don't and yes, take what we don't need but rather covet and give so little. But neither of these is wrong. Open the coffers at the nuke plants and open the coffers at the armory and let the fuckers who want war kill each other, thus rendering the population to return to acceptable numbers and allow that the biggest infestation (humankind *giggles...those that know why it is worded this way by me will get it and those that don't will have to follow more closely in the future...) gets righted properly and ceases to be a drain on the resources. Allow that the noble of mind and education who want to preserve "quality" examples of each species to continue on into a new millenia...

*looking up, It would certainly solve poverty and famine and disease for sure. We are becoming the dinosaurs of the future at the hands of a select few. I will not be a sheep. I will spill my own blood fighting that oppression of continuity with pen and sword in hand...

"Lost Horizon" impacted me a great deal and I dream of the nirvana of peace and a life of knowledge and tranquility. I don't have to be famous and could care less who the fuck is in charge. No one should be. But I can't wait for the day when either the biggest blight on this planet turns itself into a fossil fuel for new species (maybe even a few older ones *wink) to utilize as they live out their life peacefully exploring the rock we share and the others that lie in the universe or the meek and genius truly inherit the earth....~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.

(in the distance, if you prick your ears and listen real close you can hear the cry of every newly born living thing crying out for what they are entitled to...hear the wolves cry and the leaves rustle and the micro-cosmic booms of the division of cells and tell me how just a few in eight billion inherit it all...)

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