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14-01-2013, 04:20 PM (This post was last modified: 16-01-2013 09:31 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
Humanity

We are not equipped to reason
about our mind…
…when it comes to us:
we are functionally blind.

Oh, we know the Physics
we are wizards in Math,
science, engineering,
even Biology.

But when it comes to
our psychology,
our deep seated fears,
our wish to control and dominate…

we escape from the truth
into myth, denial, anger,
close ranks inside our box,
deny our true identity.

We close our eyes, ears,
chant loudly in unison,
drown out dissenting voices,
in blind opposition.

We find safety, comfort,
embraced by the herd,
unified by shared desire
for the Truth about us
never to be heard.

So we trudge through life
with blinkers on eyes,
muffs on ears,
not seeing the looming destiny
awaiting our blind, deaf,
tragic humanity.
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14-01-2013, 05:57 PM
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(14-01-2013 04:20 PM)Zat Wrote:  ...
muffs on ears, Laughat
...

Was that intentional?

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14-01-2013, 06:04 PM
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as in earmuffs?
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14-01-2013, 06:15 PM (This post was last modified: 16-01-2013 09:32 AM by Zat.)
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Now, for the only 'Gothic' poem I ever wrote (like 5 minutes ago), describing a recurring childhood nightmare:

Nightmare


Walking along
the broken pavement
of my ever recurring dream,
I want to run,
as I choke on a scream.

The terror starts
as terrors always do:
in the darkness,
a point of light,
growing larger, closer, brighter,
filling up the night.

I know it will kill me
with a thunderous crash
rolling over my body
with a mind freezing dash
into the horizon behind me
leaving the road
dark and empty…

without clues for
where it came from,
to where it leaves,
I wonder for the thousandth time
as I wake up, gasping for air,
what this really means.

Have not had this dream for decades,
lost in the fog of the past --
I must have heeded
unknown warning,
avoiding a self-destructive path.
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17-01-2013, 09:10 AM (This post was last modified: 17-01-2013 09:15 AM by Zat.)
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Now, for something more 'cheerful'!

I struggled with this quite a bit, trying to project an image I often have about the extended reality of human existence. Let me know if you can see the image I tried to paint here.

Drifting

I drift, slowly, across the globe,
on a light wafer of tectonic plate,
a raft floating on wild currents of red-molten rock:
fiery furnace under my feet.

I breathe in the air, a thin bluish haze,
it protects us all: tiny porcupine-quills,
bristling on the skin of our planet,
as we point our heads to the stars.

We live here: ephemera,
painted on a dying world
between the lava underneath
and infinity above...

Not knowing how we got here,
where we are going,
how long we have left...
pretending to be important.

The Universe sparkles brightly in the blackness of space,
galaxies rush outward on their eternal trip,
riding a cosmic wave
of gargantuan explosion...

In this reality we are but a blink of an eye,
filled with yearning, quests, fears,
tiny pleasures, annoying pain,
blissfully unaware, most of the time,
of our tragic, pathetic insignificance.
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17-01-2013, 10:06 AM
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(17-01-2013 09:10 AM)Zat Wrote:  pretending to be important.

I think about this quite often and wonder - who for?

Do we have some notion that we'll eventually beat our species' death by leaving a marker behind or some legacy? And in the long run, humanity as a whole; does anyone really think we'll get off this rock and jettison several thousand light years away to safely watch our star swallow our birthplace... or even further out, to see Andromeda collide with our Milky Way. Just wondering about rescuing ourselves from that predicament seems more of a pipe dream than any god scenario.

I think people with a god pretend importance to keep their illusion going strong; this god is important so let's live for this god. People with no god - do we do it just absentmindedly?

I think we pretend that entropy doesn't apply to us. We have our own illusions to deal with, I suppose. This planet has such strange and funny creatures.

A new type of thinking is essential if mankind is to survive and move to higher levels. ~ Albert Einstein
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20-01-2013, 05:42 AM
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(17-01-2013 10:06 AM)kim Wrote:  I think people with a god pretend importance to keep their illusion going strong
That, and other things:

God

We invented a ghost,
a heavenly host
loving and forgiving,
so we would be free,
hoping he won't see
when we are sinning.
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20-01-2013, 05:44 AM
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*Misses Zats philosophical discussions/threads*

I feel so much, and yet I feel nothing.
I am a rock, I am the sky, the birds and the trees and everything beyond.
I am the wind, in the fields in which I roar. I am the water, in which I drown.
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20-01-2013, 05:51 AM (This post was last modified: 20-01-2013 06:20 AM by Zat.)
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I miss them too, bemore, however, the sad truth is: when I try to communicate about fundamental issues that are way out of the box, I usually attract nasty attacks from people who don't want to see the boat rocked.

When I do it in poetry, most people never read them (especially the 'nasty' kind) and those who do forgive me for being 'different' -- a poet has a lot more leeway to speak his mind.

It's almost like being a clown in a Royal Court, criticising the king.

I have noticed this pattern on many other Forums, so now I usually say important things in poetry only.

Basic facts, logic, fundamental principles, vision, imagination -- somehow do not seem to work in prose -- most people want to hang on to their illusions..

Nice of you to miss those though. Smile
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20-01-2013, 07:09 AM (This post was last modified: 20-01-2013 04:13 PM by Zat.)
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PS.

South American priest, Archbishop Oscar Romero, summed it up nicely. He said:

"When I help the poor they call me a saint. When I ask why they are poor they call me a communist".

In principle

In principle they all agree:

"Hurting people is so bad,
hungry children are too sad,
injustice does make me mad,
violence is deplorable,
crime, theft, lies all horrible,
homelessness is terrible,
ignorance, illness preventable".

But, then they say:

"My guns to you I won't trust,
our wars are always good and just,
the poor richly deserve their lot,
my money is all I've got,
can't afford to fund that rot,
get out of my face
you communist snot!"
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