short term memory (who will remember).

short term memory (who will remember).

     how will we remember tomorrow and what will be remembered of it?
     will we recall the seconds that fell short, or the moments minutes away from not being?
     now, i’m just going to speak for the sake of it, in hopes that maybe something will last.
     i hope love lasts, if nothing else, let love rule the planet with an iron fist.
     if you forget me and everything i ever said, remember love.
     the rest you can forget like flashing lights, but love, place it on a pedestal, and raise monuments in memory, write poems, epic novels, create works of art in commemoration.
     magic, love is magic.
     ask the children, demand it of them, to love.
     give them wings to fly clear of danger into the arms of love.
     when future generations look back, they will see the bombs and ask, “what about love? what about love? what about it?”
     they will see so much hate and evil, and what of it?
     thus is the species and the way of the world.
     it’s in our nature to be this way and kill and step over each other’s toes and film men’s brains shot out in vietnam and being beat in l.a. to the beat of bricks flying over a palestinian trying to protect his son in israel.
     our children will study footage of human ovens, mushroom clouds formed by h-bombs, and prisoners in modern fully equipped dungeons.
     and what of love? what of it?
     in today’s fast pace world, there is no time or need for it, merely complicates and takes away from comfort.
     love is too much work and one already works too hard for nice things and easy living.
     forget love and be greedy, be executive v.p. at the corporation of your liking.
     the world is just a modernized response to globalization, and is this how we’ll be remembered, as efficient metropolises?
     it only works because they fuck you, and you’re never given a chance to buy back your freedom, but we still love the products, appliances, gadgets.
     love to waste away money and hate ourselves, never feeling complete.
     and can’t love.
     can’t love because don’t know how to get something you can’t pay for, charge on credit, or put on layaway.
     is this how? is this how? by the dollar? so what if love is an abstract notion?
     but silly me, i forget, men love to die for honor, flags, gold, and power, but love?
     what if soon, we forget all about love and the only things to remember us by will be the fucked up shit we do, the hate we breed?
     the only thing we’ll have will be ugly each other, and even now, we are at risk of losing that.
     the world is ready to love, teach the lessons of the universe.
     listen, to love, to dreams.
     dream of love.
     and love the moment you’re dreaming. the moment you’re dreaming, walking with closed eyes, open heart.
     if love is dreaming, i choose to never awake, and be remembered as always sleeping and always dreaming.

7.15.01.

One thought on “short term memory (who will remember).

  1. The fact that you are asking means you will never forget, and you are a link in the world to everything else, if you stay true and act on love it will reverberate. Change happens when millions of tiny actions ripple into a consciousness shared. You are a part of that consciousness. No one will forget love. When all else fails it will be the only thing left to turn to, and it takes those of us who are aware now of Love to spread it like wildfire. Your thoughts, energy, the way you perceive others–it has unforeseen consequences and effects, struggle to be compassionate, don’t struggle to avoid it. You are gifted.

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