Wednesday, December 03, 2014

So, what do I know?

So far as I can tell, it's raining out.
But I hear it not inside of me.
So far as I know, this venue is packed within. 
But I am blind to the world outdoors.

So far as it's been said, life is beautiful. 
But it's merely the tasteless colours of the rainbow.
And in so far as it has been revealed, the truth liberates.
But I am numbed and gripped by crippling fear.

So, what do I know?

#MadRamblings

Monday, April 14, 2014

Ill-fitting Misfit


Finding joy playing in the rain...

The rain.
It splatters.
Within old world surroundings,
Flashbacks of my childhood.


A misfit I have become...

I miss the old KL.
I belonged then.
No longer now.
An ill-fit this city has turned.

Monday, February 03, 2014

Relationships


Relationships are bonds. 
The cord that ties one to another.
And in that process, also binds one down 
with only a certain amount of allowable slack 
that's adequate to let one move, think and emote freely. 
But, as stipulated, only as far as up to certain specified boundaries.  

While typical western or oriental philosophies may overlap 
and concur in advocating this form of anchoring 
(and the masses traditionally laps it up 
as the pragmatic and truthful approach to life)
the reality is this bond is also what holds one back 
from blossoming and expressing life to the hilt. 
In light of this, we may as well acknowledge it 
to be an invisible ball and chain strapped around our left ankle. 

It's a simple thing to surmise, really. 
A choice. 
A choice of deciding between ball and chain 
or of being liberated into a free spirit. 
I've long chosen, 
and have long walked the path of the latter. 
Thankfully, I was not alone. 
I walked it with Jesus, 
my Lord, my God, my saviour. 

Amen. 

Friday, October 25, 2013

The Land of Thieves and Murderers

I live in a land of thieves and of murderers.
Ruled by yet another set of thieves and murderers,
Who equals or exceeds the prior.

Judged by umpires and officials, both inept and corrupt.
Whence justice and equality is more equal for the some,
And lesser for the not-some, ala Orwellian 'Animal Farm'.

I live in a land where opportunities are not based upon merits,
But favour dependent on the 'Who' that you know.
Or the palm that you otherwise grease.

I live in a land immoral and sinful.
I live in a land depraved.
I live in a land in fear of itself.
Of what tomorrow brings.

Ode To An Orange Moon (Part II: The Closing Chapter)

Tonight....















"A long time ago,
 A half orange moon I gazed.

 A moment in impulse then,
 A pen I grasped in hand.

 A prose I scribed,
 A match in you it described.

 A dandelion t'was for then.
 A dandelion so too this is for now.

 A wait too long.
 A goodbye, a farewell song.

 A-Mei's 趁早"

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The Activist: The Financial System

The Financial System is a Machine That Destroys Our Souls

In Capitalism, Consumerism, Debt Prison, IMF-WorldBank-Wall Street- Complex, The Financial System on August 21, 2011at 11:28 pm

How do we take our lives back from the hands of the bankers and bondholders? We must fight for our own minds. We must fight for our own visions, we must fight for authenticity, for freedom in every form and fashion. We must fight against the forces of stability, the vampirism of a financial system based on usurping our hopes and passions. We must fight against the ignorant cycling of capital on the back of human misery. We must fight for our lives back, we must break the exploitive contract, we do not want your house, we do not want your false dreams. We want freedom, we want justice, we want to feed the starving children.

We do not want your luxurious cars or your mansions, we do not want your false hopes, we want basic rights for every individual on earth. We want basic justice for every human being on this planet.

We do not want your weapons programs funded by our very tax money. We do not want your images plastered on the television.

Down with injustice, down with a mass media that sugarcoats the heinous truth. Down with a psychological environment which turns human beings into silent consumers of their inner self.

We have mortgaged our lives and now we sit and wait for our lives to improve, we must stop waiting and take our lives back. We must extract our hearts and souls out of the mass media machine. We must extricate our very being out of the cycles of capital which are meant to distract us, consume us and reduce us to wanton beasts.

Gertrude Taylor

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

The Activists: The Truth About The System

We are not a Part of the System,

We are Merely Exploited by the System

In Capitalism, Democracy, Oppression on August 19, 2011 at 2:08 pm

We slave away from day to night. We wash the dishes. We drive to work, we pay our taxes, we serve our time, but are we part of the system?

The answer is an explicit no. We are merely the work horses, the laborers, but the agenda is always dictated from above. The social ‘truths’ are all formulated in the think tanks of the rich. The elite mass media which thinks of the masses as nothing more than a piece of dough, to be kneaded and kneaded until the message is clear.

Thus, we, the masses, the form, the people, have been rendered as nothing more than a reflexive, reactive audience. We, the generation of apolitical children, have been stuffed in movie theatres so that we may have Mr. Spielberg dream on our behalf.

We have lost touch with our inner selves, we have been formulated and reformulated so many times that we have grown tired and insecure. We shelter ourselves inside of our manufactured personas. We tuck our feelings inside of the day to day. We try to escape through the television screens, but we are stuck as a non-entity still.

No, we are not part of the system. In fact, the system deliberately chooses to ignore us when it cannot explicitly formulate our psyche. The system bullies us, the system crushes our self-esteem. When we rise, they call us hooligans. When we protest, they labels us as existential trouble markers.

No, we are not part of this system, and the dream is not our dream. Our manufactured consumer reality is not even our reality. We are ghosts within the industrial machine, our voices are nothing more than allusions to a primal voice that can exist in this culture no more.

No, we are not part of any system, we are merely the oil used to lubricate; the cheap labor used to increase profitability; the beasts of burden used to lug around the guilts of the rich and the vanities of the famous.


Michael Schaefer