Lost Cause

                                           

                                                   Lost cause

Ask yourself this question ? When was the last time I spoke to someone or something ? And when you were about to let loose with free will and free expression, you shrunk in moving forward ! Because one reasoned that if I let go, It might herniate the little gains I have already made. When in reality you had anything. Searching for the ultimate expression or the lost cause...what was the intuitive guide ? What drove you to start and then stop, short of what could have been the moment of cutting loose. If today or tomorrow or yesterday we are haunted with the pass that never was, then whom would you blame ?

Well one can always put someone or something in front to sacrifice...and there are many more then willing. They seek a cause or the lost cause but never were part of it...so the cause never mind them. Only the brave can self-express, in the barrios...in the ghetto's...behind the prison walls...in the welfare lines, soup lines, living under bridges, frozen in time...looking for the hands outs other never saw with a heart of kind. Others became victims of a higher conspiracy dying in the fields with a shovel in their hands...willing partakers or lost in the cause of that ultimate expression, that haunts...haunts and haunts.

So I come to you, again probing the air waves and frequencies trying dial and tune-in of what maybe the consensus of a premature dying audience. Distracted by the trivial formulas of life...what is the opium, what is the grass, what is the spirit ! When was the last time a war ended ! When was the last time you expressed yourself freely ? Keeping seeking what is the hardest to find...eventually someone or something has to give in, I'm on the side of the lost cause, since its hardest to reveal and cut loose.

I'm not the brave... not yet, still looking and seeking the audience...maybe I find someone or something amongst the crowd. Maybe a brother or a sister coming up or down in the struggle, that I can knock off course in their gauntlet of excuses. When the manifestation was right in front of them...staring at the eyes, but they can't see with the physical eyes or spiritual eyes...even the conscience become numb.

Do we give up ? Do I give up ? May that never be the case ! A Puerto Rican has died...a PR is born, the final report, a humanitarian, a good Samaritan, a man of good conscience and activities, alongside those whom he choose to die with him. And he never gave up trying, combing the air waves and tuning in, the frequencies, vibes of his brethren, that was the lost cause...to his dying day he was satisfied.

We all died somehow, while other's start a new beginning, after all it drives the implants, virtues, making the unaware a suitable vessel that become the wheels of this chariot ! Yes the wheels keeping turning, the engines keeps running, and the lost cause keeping right behind chasing, braves in front or rear, haunting and haunting until someone or something can rise from ashes of this manifestation.

So here I come before you again asking, what has become of the moment ! Have we seized it or it has overcome us ? Can we be braves or half braves...or just turn away from truly being free to self-express, no matter the circumstance you're the ultimate expression, so go out and find it...and bring back to where should be... where it belongs.

BY : Raphael
02/08/17