Enough is enough

This is my one thousandth post so I thought I'd make it special and talk about something we all have to face in one way or another...

Some kind of broken wail is coming from the social media enticing me to give up and accept that there is nothing I can do to change anything and I might as well give up and die if that is how I feel.
I’m feeling heavy and looking for hope and a place to rest, and needing someone to look to for saving, some saviour I can choose to get behind in belief and rescue me.
All is dark, and I can see nothing of beauty, no uplifting form anywhere, no special something to warm my heart and help me out of this. There is nowhere left to live that isn’t propaganda TV or mogul owned news.
Faces come at me to listen to them and hear what they are saying, and all of them, are coming up from some darkness darker than mine, some slime pit they are oozing from that I don’t want to be a part of.
The world is at war with everything, and thieves and crooks are in power. It’s all a tangled mess where nothing is at peace with itself, and normality is a substance abuse hanging around the neck.
Human beings are crying out all over the world over the cruel death of their loved ones, killed by the policies of the machine made from the mad men’s minds, a bottomless pit that billows out despair and advocates anger and greed from the ego lust that is nothing but fear on steroids.
Have I got it right, this thing: this social media sting that shows me what they say I most want to see?
They are everywhere in their anonymity and brim-stoning advice, those points of oblivion that come to be seen, almost unconsciously mostly, to influence my being to what I must think and feel, and then shade me into some kind of lesser life turning into stone, where no truth is good enough unless it’s theirs, and yes I’m wrong no matter what I think.
I’m a spare tree in the garden with hula hoops and a jug of wine. I’m the crow’s eyes skating across the park. I’m loose and on the release strain. I’m the subversive protesting all that’s wrong.
We need our heroes now more than ever, our Greta Thunbergs, Jeremy Corbyns, and Bernie Sanders of this world to get behind and make a stand.
I’ll also raise a cup to Dylan Thomas here, and Richard Brautigan, for doing what they did for as long as they could. And all those others too that came and went in their brief moments of life to say how they saw it to be.
The suicide directive is as old as despair where no despair should be. Look at my soul coming into this mud and having to swim through it to the other side.
Is this life then, that all there is, is a death I can count on? And life is but a struggle?
Am I not my own lover, my own saviour? Am I not all that I can be? And if I am not then should I die for my nothingness, or dream for all my dreams? But if all I dream of is not here yet, should I torture myself in the illusion that makes itself from nothing to torture me?
Social media is a strange thing, kind of sneaky and freaky, and full of IT bugs and artificial intelligence that’s looking at you as you look at it.
Falling, I fall into the tangled up nothingness that is leading me into the freakishness, and so shed whatever light I have before me as I fall into it.
Soon, I will be no more. Oh, what do I believe in all this, what do I know for sure?
If I fall much further will I be in line for a refund I typed into the social media refund page, or will I have to love you forever with my credit card?
We have observations for that to make you believe in every stat we produce to say we own you and that we don’t care; you’re but another finite, some gypsy death in the wind, one more storm we have overcome, suggested the social media to me.
So, you don’t care about me, but you make believe that you have my best interests in mind, but when I look into your dark heart I see it is not so, I said to the media that was becoming more antisocial at me as I typed into it.
Perhaps I am my own media, and I pay for my price as I make it. Or maybe I’m not really here at all in what it seems, where the world is at war and privilege laughs down from its greed.
But wherever I am on planet Earth I will not add to the atrocities, the lies and the deceit. I say enough is enough.
But this stuff keeps coming at me every time I’m on social media and I feel the dread building…
People all over the world are rising up against the injustice of it all and joining together and marching to protest.
What will happen? Will the establishment elites win? Or will the people finally exercise their power and put things right and maybe even save the Earth from the darkness?