What is laughable from this growing situation of sexual harassment charges against celebrity and individuals in the public realm is the purported naivety of the broader public to the presence of sexual predators in every situation where an individual is empowered by position of authority to make sexual advances upon an underling. It is basically a predator and prey syndrome. If what the predator is seeking is of a sexual nature, there are ample prey upon which to `feed’. The failure of society in this regard is the reverence it directs toward these same persons of power, aggrandizing them for their purported accomplishments providing them a real sense of empowerment and entitlement to lord over their underlings. This whole experience is as OLD as all humankind and it will not ever be eradicated until the concept of idolization, stardom, etc., is defused from social consciousness. One need only look from where in the structure of society these `scandals’ emanate: politics, entertainment, corporations, etc., etc.; every where a structure of hierarchy of power exists which is basically: EVERYWHERE! So this should be of no surprise to anyone who has eyes to see, ears to hear, and a mouth to seal shut! (Three MONKEYS)
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Requiem of Spirit
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Requiem of Spirit
Insignificant are these words that fill this page fore they render nothing more than a stain. Stain markings as feelings, thoughts, ideas of less importance, impact upon the direction, course evolution takes toward an end. Contrivance of communication subject to seeing by blind eyes, being heard through deaf ears, never to be spoken. The encumbrance of thought compiled line by line, expelled to satisfy each moment toward their meaningless, meaning or purpose. Collected, bound, volumes comprehensively fomenting artificiality of presence recognized, though invisible, amidst the masses of trite representation to the same. Succumbing to be buried, lost to chance to be forgotten, dormant upon the ageless shelf of lessor importance. Energy expended without reward of return, fading to darkness: The End.
This Requiem of Spirit: Creative Mind, lost of its meaning to gain furtherance to expression brought to the Conscious that grave for its experience be brought, by reading minds’ imagination. Allowing for the Ether, Heart of Soul, be brought tangibly to Life, through the senses expunging, from each taste, stain of Word: What it is to BE!
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