Poetry In Motion

Not that there is poetry in my motion but motion has a poetry of it's own.

History is not written on financial spread sheets but in the hearts and minds of people. Only modern democracy adores these figures and keep records of such accounts. Immesurable elements of life such as Love, Freedom and Humanity are taken out of the equation and wiped from the balance books.

This is a language that isn't fully understood by reasonable people. Maybe to cultures in the future it will seem like illegible nonsense.

In the race for financial, technological and military supremacy; freedom is ridiculed by war, humanity is distorted and peace is silenced by the context for violence. Love is promised, and forsaken in every aggressive act, each heartstring is plucked to reap an appeal to the mass emotion.

After the conquest, the tools and architects of evil are employed by the victorious force. The evil dreamer is not required by any political administration, only the science of translating cruel visions into real experience. Acquired knowledge of the brutal science quietly takes shape and the experiments continue in a new vein, how much suffering can be artfuly concealed by ambition?

The future of the world is hailed as a concern about ourselves driven by pop culture and governments. Far from protecting the people from such fears and tensions, they accelerate our emotional anguish with genuine acts of madness and calculated horror.

I once beleived that modern democracy was dancing with the devil, sister Liberty was absorbing fascism, before WW2, America had this dream, this fascination. A dream of global domination, whether in a belief of new technology, or the propoganda of supremacy being sought in many fields. America, maybe every American, longs to see the world as itself. The American Government took every tool and resource from Nazism it could lay it's hands on ater the war, this is part of the reason for the Cold War. Russia wanted blood, not 'political rehab',..Twisted people and practices then set to task in advancing, and eliminating any obstacles to the strategic position or goals of the USA.

Now, I believe this modern culture is the devil, we are each absorbed by the tune and the tempo of an inescapable dance, until we falter and are cast aside in favour of a less resistant dancer. We search for a rhythm and a partner, we ride out an existence in some kind of harmony, with the relentless techno beat pumping out an artificial, industrial kind of love we learn to embrace and reject in equal measure.

In Hitlers' momoirs he reveals certain techniques, employed by the Nazi propoganda machine. In one passage he describes how his 'Peace Movement' was designed to attract the audience, through strength and passionate appeal. The next step in the plan was describing certain political events in a way that his followers believed, in themselves that their position could not be tolerated. Ultimately, asking the Nazi Party to moblize a force for change.

Innocence is murdered by propoganda and bottled love is sold, for advantage or profit. Freedoms' flight is grounded due to unexpected turbulence...