The Invisible Painting

Come one, come all,

Come see the invisible painting

For a small fee you too can behold

The absence on the wall

It is the work of a great artist

The only one of its kind in existence

Naturally no one can touch so rare a painting

But that does not detract from its magnificence

Doubters come see for yourselves

The empty frame

Note the artist’s mastery of concealment

How all the lines and colours and shades

Combine to create perfect transparency

Become so lost in the work as to forget

That you are looking at a painting at all

Oh yes, my friends, you too can say

You have seen the invisible painting

But only for a price

Why White Pride Offends

I came across a meme by The Newly Press on Facebook the other day that read: “Why is it okay for every race to be proud of their heritage except for white people?” My answer to that question is: most other races don’t have a history of conquering other races and subjecting them to colonialism, slavery, segregation and exploration on a massive scale. True some other races have done those same things but on a much smaller scale or they did it so long ago that their effects are no longer felt. The wounds from colonialism, segregation and exploitation, however, are still open.

I am not saying that everything about white heritage is bad but that, as white people, we must accept that the people who were oppressed (and in some cases are still feeling the effects of that oppression) will see us through our history. In other words when people of colour say they are proud of their race, they mean they are proud of the struggles their race has endured and survived. With white people, however, it is often taken by people of colour to mean that white people are proud of the struggles they caused others to endure.

Of course there is nothing wrong with taking pride in the achievements of one’s race (although in reality the only race is human) but when it comes to white people it is best to be specific to avoid misunderstanding. It is perfectly acceptable to be proud of the contribution white people have made to the sciences, the arts, the humanities, sports et cetera. Colonialism, slavery, segregation and exploration, however, are definitely not something to be proud. Sadly they are at present what many people of colour define white heritage as.

If you are white and don’t like the perception of white people as racist oppressors then do something to change that perception. Acknowledge the evils of colonialism, segregation, slavery and exploitation. Speak out against them.  Be respectful in your interactions with people of colour. Treat them as equals. Speak out against racism. Condemn injustice against people of colour. Join them in their fights for justice. Simply put, do whatever you feel comfortable doing to disprove the idea that all white people are racist oppressors.

Only once we as white people prove themselves to be better than the destructive aspects of their history, will people of colour begin to see us differently. Only then will the stain on our heritage be washed away. Make no mistake the ugly side of our history will always remain but by acknowledging it and learning from it we can create a new legacy; a legacy that we can look at with nothing but pride.

A Prediction

I predict that Ghost’s next Album will reach No1 on the US Billboard 200 later this year.

Written With Fire Video

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Let Me

Let me linger on your lips

As though a memory there

Let me feel your fingertips

As you strum my hair

 

Let me look into your eyes

And looking lose all care

Let me breathe in your scent

As though my very air

Glum

 

Smiles are prisoners in you

So many enter your eyes

So few ever see the light again

 

Surely they tire

Of staring through the bars

Knowing, as they do,

What it was like to travel

From face to face

 

Every now and then

You drop your guard

And you grant a poor soul liberty

Evening

All the stars are shooting

The sky is lines of light

Darkness is replacing

The twinkles in the night

 

The moon is oh so lonely

The stars have leap away

It will be one and only

Til the sun comes out to play

Enraptured

Enraptured in the soul of souls

Of which each of us is part

Complete in the whole of wholes

Which is one with all that art

 

Connected to the thread of light

That runs through this moral frame

That shines on both wrong and right

And values king and beggar the same

 

Profound in nature yet undefined

Still in the source of sound

It lends its shape to states of mind

Thus is nowhere yet all around

Interference

I broke those that I tried to repair

Not knowing that they were fine as they were

That it wasn’t up to me to change them

My dreams were never theirs

They had their own

The best thing I could have done

Was to let them live as they wished to

To have my say then be silent

To honor their choices

And be happy when they were