be careful what you pretend to be because that is what you'll become

Quiet Rage: The Stanford Prison Experiments

Review of the Quiet Rage video by Hans Sherrer

(September 2003)

http://forejustice.org/zimbardo/quiet_rage.htm

one day,

when retrospect has taken its course,

and clarity on immediacies

& such is relinquishing,

a certain scent overcomes,

this momentary glory.

while pursuit of a definition

in measures present

suffices not to purge emanation,

threaten relentless appeal

to the senses,

as to the nature of their latency.

I was born with too much weight on my shoulders,

like Atlas, trying not to let the world roll over

it happens, I've adjusted to holding this boulder,

made with my father's doubts,

getting heavier as I get older

pieces

As fire screams from between branches
An autumn sky blazes over our autumn years
Black, silhouetted against a crimson sun
Shining light scattered, upon our gaze-less eyes
As the world is broken piece by piece
Our hands callus from the crumbling earth
Set forth by trembling hearts
We lead ourselves blindly to the edge of the abyss
Look at us now! we exclaim
As we dance eyes closed upon the ledge
Laughing down with no voice returned
Like fools, there is no end in sight!
Under our feet the ground slowly slips
Leaving no grasp for callused hands
For we have wandered too far, too fast
Carelessly grinding bedrock for sand
Disappearing, the crimson light trails
Back across the brink
As all wonder falls within
Seeing death before it meets the deep

attn:

Ladies & Gentlemen, may I have your attention?
I have startling news of vile misdirection.
It seems a slave comes cheap these days.
For we are all in shackles in a few different ways:

First they tie your heart to things,
Undermining love, by defining what it means.
Placing fake expectations on the world you "deserve",
Thus limiting reaction to the master we serve.

Secondly, they tie your mind to debt.
Focusing your attention so those expectations can be met.
By keeping the world so far about your means,
Making you live life to catch up, oblivious to the scheme.

And third, they weigh you down with fear.
Creating "security" so that comfort stays near.
Building your life around an idea of hope,
That nothing goes wrong, and you stay afloat.

Eliminating the search to discover who you are,
They name the nameless, and they set the bar.
But you dont have to submit as a pawn in a game,
For each man is powerful, and we are all the same.

rain. rain

washed as white as snow?

more like a thin, watered coat of paint,

it just takes some rain to wash it away.

brace yourselves!

you're falling back to earth

it must be something in the air

to make me fret so

something, to make me fear

that I'm losing something

losing anything

yes, it must be, in the air

if I take a look around

its easy to see

everything I'd like to keep

is still right in front of me

so just breathe, its nothing

Glass Ceiling

once, God was a ceiling of glass,

to peer through to the heavens, and past.

until man took his hammer of Doubt

shattered God, and strew him about.

suffice, that did not for man,

for then doubt, had encompassed the land.

so crusades were set out to find,

the pieces of their peace of mind.

but the pieces were harder and harder,

to find, as they grew smaller and smaller.

attempting to build a new shield

from the horrors that only man yields,

they took all the God they could seize,

to no avail, tried to fuse piece to piece.

yet the closer and closer they came,

in the effort of defining his name,

it seemed the words would elude,

skip the tongue, and foster the feud

between the light, which once was so clear

and the Doubt, that nurtures his fear.

insomniac

approaching the end, like the sun falls
here, so quickly light thins
I've reached the point of voided return
this cavity remains, a half-lesson learned

bold visceral push toward daylight

through shadow stalk, eyes, ears taught
hear, feel, smell of the earth
unaware, yet aware, the hunt ensured

watch the fire, like stars embers blaze

upward, to join their heavenly kin
the tree line hails of foe and prey
as slumber creeps, my attention fades
alert! there exists much to develop
keep diligent, the guise of night envelops
watch the tick of the celestial tock

and huddle for warmth, as surely, enemies stalk

beat, by beat, by beat of heart, alone

i count by measure, the time til morn