How do you justify taking a life?
On trial…
Where we commodify her right to be and she…
Indeed no one cares when that zygote sans sperm expels…
Oh do tell her how you care…
As you watch her bear the costs for being she…
Posts Tagged ‘Justice’
For the Defense…
Posted: August 6, 2019 in PoetryTags: Abortion, Happiness, Hate, Hope, Hypocrisy, Justice, Religion
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Fate {A world perspective}
Posted: January 1, 2018 in PoetryTags: Death, Deceit, Depression, Despair, Faith, Globalism, Justice, Lies, Life, Pain, Poetry
This world we live in…
Whose prejudged the course of 7 Billion souls…
Before so many have even been born…
Based on birth date place and face…
Skin tones make or break one’s fate…
As if many even have a chance…?
This world doesn’t give damn…
In fact they plan…
Behind the scenes…
Malicious malevolent human beings with evil tendencies…
Who care for only the green…
Feed off the pain and misery…
Say it themselves…
As they flaunt their wealth…
Leaving the majority in literal poverty…
Exploiting mental slavery…
While I’m supposedly freeing my mind…
Yet here I am, still engaged in this depraved matrix…
Just another faceless statist…
With no basis to justify my own life…
At the cost of so many others who try!
And fail because this world isn’t fair…
The Gaze
Posted: March 6, 2017 in PoetryTags: Crush, Hope, Hypocrisy, Justice, Life, Loneliness, Love, Lust, Pain, Religion, Respect
Taught since so young…
To look the other way…
Look down…
Respect them the way people of faith should…
But growth in mind and spirit over time…
Leads one to wonder…
Can one smile?
Or can one???
Faith tells one…
Lower you gaze…
Look away…
But what of a smile…?
I mean no harm…
Never will go far…
Cross towards what’s wrong…
To worry her…
Hear my heart…
Just wants someone…
To be in rhythm…
But see there…
Perhaps you’ve went too far…
Not everyone falls in love…
At first lust sight…
But perhaps…
Not what you meant…
Yet can’t help but think….
That’s what been said…
Without one word…
The way you look at her…
Lust or love…
Be it lust….
I try to look away…
Try to suppress…
That carnal desire for sex…
Yet how can one do all the next steps…
Some skip ahead and violate her instead…
As if no one cared for consent…
Only egos get fed…
Or perhaps just an innocent smile…
To brighten ones day…
And be on my way…
Live life fully…
And let faith help find me…
What begins with a smile…
Maybe that’s what faith meant…
My method…
Chapter VII – Epilogue
Posted: June 14, 2016 in PoetryTags: Dream, Family, Hate, Hope, Justice, Life, Purgatory, Redemption, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time, Violence
Intro: The Final chapter to this. The first part of this chapter was actually written a few years back as part of
Chapter II, but I decided to incorporate it into this final chapter. It’s a sort of resolution to all that has
happened. I’ve also learned that I need to work more on my writing skills and hope to develop them in the future
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
Chapter IV – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/17/chapter-iv-violations/
Chapter V – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/21/chapter-v-transfigurations/
Chapter VI – https://silentscholar.com/2016/06/05/chapter-vi-destiny/
There she is…
And this aura of light…
Hearken back to all she hides…
As I get closer…
Wondering why she cries….
Her eyes are never dry…
Till I realize her life has so many times been hurt by the one who’s supposed to love her…
Abused by her father…Sold out to the crowd for pleasure…
For debts had to be paid…And her brother committed the unforgivable sin …
She’s left with just this…
But where is he…?
Where is he…?
That shadowy place…
Where no one dares…
Destiny of the damned…
“I must ask…”
“Your father too?”
“He tried to change in the end…”
“But forgiveness is a hard thing…”
“Perhaps some day…”
“Where is your mom?”
As her tears begin to flow more freely…
As if I just opened a deep wound…
As I’m not ready for her truth…
And my connection to her and all…
She points to the sky and recalls…
How a family once had very little, but had each other…
Lived day by day…
Until one of those days…
Those trails…
Signs of another…
Her mother had been judged…
By men who had never even known her..
Not that she was in the wrong…
But just worth nothing at all!
Collateral!
I’m just as guilty…
Just as much as those men…
Just as much as her father…
Just as much as her son…
Just as much as them all…
Part of the machine…
That took her away…
Turn away my face held down in dismay…
Imagine this story…
One of a kind in sense that each life is worth living…
But this happens far too often…
We are all victims…
Chapter VI – Destiny
Posted: June 5, 2016 in PoetryTags: Deceit, Dream, Family, Hate, Hope, Justice, Life, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time, Violence
Intro: The penultimate chapter to this experiment of writing a short story. I have much to learn and hopefully will develop more a writer.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
Chapter IV – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/17/chapter-iv-violations/
Chapter V- https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/21/chapter-v-transfigurations/
Imagine the story of child…
A boy…
Who grew up with the worst of pains…
But fought back and broke through the chains…
Only to now become enslaved…
To a form of a righteous faith now full of disdain…
Towards those with different names…
Different faces…
There he goes…
Heads to this crowded place…
Takes one look and shrugs a bit..
But remembers his training…
His faith…And the promised space…
An audience with the King…
Forever changed…
Also remembers those very faint memories…
Of a mother, father, sister…
Remembers those smiles…
Through all those past trials she smiled each night…
To put him at ease and so begins those last pleas…
As similar mothers and boys and girls surround…
He chooses to drown them out with recitations…
Painted face of piety…
No more time to waste…
As passerbys wonder why he shakes…
Until one notices his plans…
And acts…!
He does too…
And so goes it all…
That last bit of sound…
That last bit of doubt…
Gone…
Along with so many more…
Another sad episode…
Closes with the pain of many more…
Chapter V – Transfigurations
Posted: May 21, 2016 in PoetryTags: Deceit, Dream, Fairy Tales, Family, Hope, Justice, Life, Love, Peace, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time
Intro: Decision have been made. Forever changed. This chapter marked my return to trying to finish this story. Seeing how Chapter IV ended made it very difficult to get back, but managed to do so..
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
Chapter IV – https://silentscholar.com/2016/05/17/chapter-iv-violations/
Little boy wakes up to a bright summer day…Remembers all the past trials And plays…
One more time with neighborhood kids…
One more time just in case he’s been missed…
All the young ones look up this bright shining figment of the sun…
If only one of them could see what he has truly become…
Never before seen…
Now to be known…
Retells those great tales…
A preview for the final show…
Hugs each one a final time…
And bids a peace…
For he is now at peace…
But a small piece inside speaks…
A gut feeling…
Tells him…”You are being led the wrong way”
Silence…Silence…Silence…
Fist gripped towards the heart…
Towards the mind…
All twisted inside…
“Why can’t they abide by the Divine!”
“Tell me oh wise soul!?”
“Tell me God!”
As he shouts to the sky…
The very sky that used to burden his family’s life…
But now things have changed…
Family…
Visits his proud father again…
To receive his blessings…
Proud father is torn too…
For the costs he had to pay…
To give his family that one break…
Only to see fate break his wife and daughter away…
How much more can one take…?
“She’s guilty!”
His cold faced son says…
Father shrugs away to a shelf that had that last piece…
“This is your family!”
“You have changed!”
“Then you will burn!”
Son leaves ever more burned…
Yet ever more determined…
Walks by that place…
Where he once heard her screams…
“She was wrong and deserved all”
Tries to make sense of all these…
While this piece inside pleads…
“All is not yet lost…”
But he tries to continue on…
Slowly but surely the path of destiny awaits…
Be cleansed of all the pains…
Make this world a better place…
Face to face with destiny…
Forever changed…
Chapter II – A Sister’s Faith
Posted: March 22, 2016 in PoetryTags: Deceit, Dream, Fairy Tales, Hope, Justice, Life, Love, Peace, Poverty, Rape, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time, Violence
Intro: I had neglected to actually give context to Chapter I and what the story is about. Truth be told I hope I’ve left enough clues for it to be known. This chapter focuses on the sister in this story. Much of the inspiration came from a Nashville, Tennessee based band named Hammock.
This song in particular inspired this writing:
“The Silence”
Their website:
http://www.hammockmusic.com/
I try to draw inspiration from many places as experiment. This song in particular really is something…
1st Chapter: https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
And so it continues…
Chapter II – A Sister’s Faith
I see…
A beautiful woman…
Hides her face…
She refuses to tell…
So I’m forced to dwell in my thoughts…
Caught in my own sense of lost time…
I fail to realize that her story is being told through those eyes…
Peel back the layers of disguise…
Her eyes tell me so much…
Her Faith…
When she was young, she was betrothed to an animal…
Whose mandible dripped lust…
Spoke corrupt…
Each thought erupts as if the thought of being stuck with this animal was enough…?
No…She had to bear more…
A father who who struck her at his own whim…
“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone…”
The community refused to own their own…
For all had sinned and refused to partake in the righteous deed of helping to set her free…
So she was left alone…
Waiting to be taken away from the only home she’d ever known…
Now she’s with the animal whose rage could no longer be caged within the confines of his brainwashed soul…
The vote that his soul took was to be the tyrant of the household…
Each night the case closed with him violating her in shadows….
One wonders if she could even consent to this act…
With the pretense that she would face his wrath if she didn’t oblige…
Still to have a child is the content of many a women’s dreams…
To comment on the means to achieve this dream should be a travesty…
He pierced her hard…No love exchanged…
Just the excrements…
Much to the detriment of what the relationship should’ve been…
This was just the beginning of the many ordeals she would endure…
Yet it would be faith that kept her feeling secure…
A belief in a better day…
Yet…As the fluids keep flowing, loud sounds unaccompanied by the serotonin…
The seed is released…Deed is done…
In 9 months we should see the newborn…
She is now with child…Yet still her life is still an unending trial…
“Husband” is vile all the while the child grows…
The child can hear the fights that happen day and night…
He shakes…shakes…
She feels the pain…Red from the abuse husband the lays onto her beautiful face…
The baby feels her pain…Continues to shake…
Released… many weeks before he was due, due to the pain inflicted as he grew within her womb…
Born too soon…
He struggles to breathe…Mother can’t believe what she sees..
He came too early into this world to be saved…Soon after he’s laid to rest…
Wife now faced with the blame…
“You can’t carry my child!?”
“You’re weak and worthless!”
He continues to beat his wife in plain sight of the community with such impunity that he seems to be the only judge and jury…
Husband marries again…
Continues and unjust trend of unrepentant hate towards this sister in faith…
Cutoff from all her family and friends, she’s forced to dwell in this hellhole that’s also her home…
But in reality her husband “owns” her…
All she has is this corner she uses to pray for a better day…
For she is not so quiet after all…
On her knees…
Praying to the Lord to please let her be free…
All done in secret…
Once upon a Time – Chapter I
Posted: March 15, 2016 in PoetryTags: Deceit, Dream, Fairy Tales, Hope, Justice, Life, Love, Peace, Poverty, Religion, Sadness, Story, Time
Intro:
One of my earliest attempts at writing a story spanning multiple songs. Inspired by instrumental Raujika – Fairy Tale: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4AhdzxFung
A total of 3 chapters were written with a 4th one on the mind, but for years I left the story unfinished. Until I stumbled across this gem from one of my favorite composers on YouTube: July – 되돌아가다
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCW_6ON33aU
I expanded it to a total of 7 chapters to complete the story. However I feel that there can be much more added as side stories and/or character studies. This is territory I’m not so familiar with lyrically, but have always wanted to take part in. I’ve changed my writing style over the years and that will be reflected greatly as more chapters are posted.
I’ve also written smaller stories in songs before such as Intensity:
https://silentscholar.com/2015/07/28/intensity-story-in-a-song/
But this is different. Hopefully it’s a worthy attempt on my part; certainly a heartfelt one for sure.
And so begins…
Chapter I – Little Boy’s Story
Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted to go to school…Wanted to be something…Wanted to be a doctor…Wanted to help…Wanted to do good…
Father was farmer…Who’s Karma should’ve meant he would prosper…Instead the land lay decrepit…Father’s cheerful remarks remain tepid…Seems he stepped in too deep…Too poor to make ends meet…Dust lays under his kids’ bare feet…Dustbowl repeats…Is this the only life they will see? What a tragedy this story may turn out to be…
A man shows up to father’s “home”…Wanting to take all that father owns…Failed to pay back the loans…Little boy doesn’t understand the angry rants that the father must stand to hear…The Man leaves…Father stares…Little boy wonders…
While this little boy watches his father toil…The soil decays…It seems there is no way…Each day the sun’s rays seems to burn the family that still prays for rains…Physically drained…yet everyday they still pray….spiritually starved…How hard are their lives…? Once again that man appears…strikes fear in the father’s eyes…Tells his kids to go inside and be with mom…Through the paper thin walls, they can hear the sounds…As the father hits the ground…Stained with blood from the bruises and cuts he suffers at the hands of this merciless other…
Little boy goes to the local place…Tries to strengthen his faith through patience and prayer…Some of those around proceed to say that there is a way…As he listens closely…
There is a way to gain an education…Put food on the table…Finances to keep the family stable…Almost sounds like a happy fable…With a moral that says faith rewards us all…Stay Strong! Stay Strong!
That’s what the teachers say…Nothing more amazing than seeing that smile on the little boy’s face…Knowing today he could stuff his face full with food with no bills due…No more loan sharks…The days that were so hard are in the past…With the math and reading the little boy’s face is teeming with light and hope for the day in which he could serve his community and his Lord in the right way that’s personified through his dreams…Wishing he could help those with few, if any means…Such an innocent boy with so much hope…
Every day he goes home and smiles…Father can’t believe his eyes…Their prayers have finally been “realized”…”Angels” provide the “beginning” to a new life with less strife…Little boy learns to read and write…Each night his eyes close, confident with path he’s chosen…Connected by the beams of light in the night sky…A wondrous sight indeed…Yet thoughts in his mind continue to chide him for a reason we will all see…But for now he drifts into a peaceful sleep…Mother tucks him in…For a little boy requires love to become a man…Love is often the last piece that stands to fall when all else is lost…
As the days pass…
Little boy keeps learning more about the world…His thoughts shaped by those who teach…Molded into a human being with a belief that can never be breached…Now preaches to the princes and paupers on how to live proper…Surrogate father approves of this “son” and wonders if he could be another one…A beacon of hope to the masses…A hero…
“Do you want to be a hero?”
“Do you want unmatched praise?”
He offered him a way towards unlimited praise that would permeate through all the societal cracks and crevices…the beginning of his genesis into a legend…He makes the suggestion…Little boy’s mind, heart, and soul are now all torn…What to do…? What to do…?
I…I choose…
Surrogate father prepares him for more lessons to learn in this life…Shares heart-wrenching stories of sin and redemption…Little boy feels so much apprehension…realizes the only way his ascension would be secured would be to endure this “rite of passage”…
Starts to learn a Sacred Text…Passage after passage…Perfecting his inflections…Never ending attention is paid towards each divine line…He becomes a mental scribe…He trains his thoughts towards the words of “God”?
Silent Scholar 