The Pen's Fear of Bloody Expression

The vivacious breath cannot be tamed, How will it find resonance to be shamed? Of all things guilty, the ride has already given up on its guilt. Now the ride has become a headless rule of enticing the upsurge of the masses, befooling them into believing that they matter, in the stars shining aura, they are protruding a silent gaze.

No one knows that bitter saves, truth with bones and blood spilled in the canvas of flesh. The ideas of today, whether framed or formed are genuinely called for collapse by the harming power. They are duping, forming structures against the Romanticists, Expressionists, and Creativists alike.

For even rationalists kill and maul people, Who created the death bed of humanity, the imploding fission of nuclear crisis, weapons made of blood-burning chemicals, air soaked in hues of hierarchy, the captivity of sorts in a maze, and masculine sensitivity. Gas chambers that are genocidal, are being used to replete violence in soils via pesticides and fertilizers. The same soils are rearing poison killing one living entity at a time.

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Who records the truth, an artist that speaks, an analyst that gauges in the internal shades of rainbows, a prism that splits the light into VIGBYOR. But the silence is deafening, defeating, denudating, but happening, everywhere in spiraling spheres, agonizing parts, and unearthing stars, all like the strenuous craving to write with the spirit of fighting the demons, too hard and hefty to lift.

There comes a point where the ink is sold, stylizing dreams with realism is an unavoidable void, a step into the darkening superstructures, ravaging mass murderers flock and beat to cake the messiah that spoke for them, shadows that shed the truth to them, structures of democracy all corrode and then forms the hysteria of existence, the power is the protector, and the protector is power.

How many lives lay in dreams today, in prances hardening stances, in guilt trip, the hazy nip, a partition of the two brothers, one enjoy the studios where power is diverting truths, and they bear the cost of their infamous demonization, working in overworked spaces, killed by the enemies of the state, and becomes the target of hate, Religion colors the mirror and evades the powers it can bring with it.

Not all pen bearers or microphone holders speak in resonance to truth, no one is true, we carry biases in the stride of skin, but what all of them feel alike, come what may, the cost may be frugal to pay. You cry and try and do your best to oppose the fractions of violence, whether perpetrators or not, fractions of opposition and support of contrarians alike, to hold a pen and speak the truth is like painting a target in between your forehead and eyes alike.

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Cosmic Context: This third edition of ‘A Poet’s Take on Professions’ is dear to me, this time we will gauge our attention towards the profession of Journalism. As I have been a Web news writer/Digital Journalist in the past, I know how empty and consuming news reading can be before putting on a hat to be a journalist. Apart from writing fixed stories, breaking headlines, and editing agency inputs; the other side is a brazen attack and the filth that takes place on Twitter unfolds the extremes of How propaganda works. Within the digital journalism industry, how when traditional stories fail to work someone trying to rake up celebrity hot pics with overexposed boobs to spike network was also seen. The journey to be a dissenter is hard. For a scientist, if he advances in science he will be praised. For a researcher, when he writes well-researched papers he will be lauded. For an economist, if his policies work, he will be praised. But for a journalist when he supports minorities, takes up public issues, or reports on using religion as a tool of oppression, he/she will be in jail. This is a profession of humiliation, the more humiliation you go through the more truthful you are. Both ‘bad’ and ‘good’ in this bracket face the same treatment alike. Hence, the profession has the most truthful who dissent against the system and ones who are completely corrupt and sold exist in the system.

The other 2 Poet’s take on Professions included Lawyers and Medical Professionals, you can access it here: