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One of the few things that is worse
than a closed-minded person who will acknowledge their closed-mindedness
is an 'open-minded' person who will not.
Why is it that we feel it is necessary
to fill all of the voids and silent gaps
with idle ******* and gossip?

Why can't the silence just be comfortable?
I wish to clarify,
if such is needed,
that much of my writing
is not written from the top of a tower
(at least I like to think it isn't...)

Much of my writing is the recourse I seek
when I see signs of things with which I disagree
brewing up inside of me.

When I write 'you'
I might sometimes be talking to me.
When I write 'one'
I may sometimes be passive-aggressively targeting myself.

My rancor is seeded by observations
but I am also subject to those observations.
In fact, I'm my closest point of reference.
Once the subconscious is conscious, one can apply conscious effort to their potential subconscious.
Have you ever stopped to think
how much of your own Anguish
you've brought upon yourself?

Externalizing the source in a narcissistic tantrum,
One tends to find a scapegoat for One's own Shadow
and in turn disrespects the external Realm
almost as much as the internal.

Humility, Self-Discipline and Patience
are necessary for One to realize the truest sources of One's problems,
for many of One's problems originate within Oneself
and One then proceeds to socially pressurize others just to blow off One's own steam.

I am not immune;
I am my closest reference:
I reflect upon patterns in myself
which in turn help me to see them in others.

Although I am but my own case study,
I find it only reasonable that similar patterns would arise elsewhere as well.
 Apr 2013 Ian Stern
Alexia Vlasak
I feel,
Like the space between breaths.
Neither here,
Nor there.
Not living,
And not dead.
I'm not lost,
But I'm not found.
I'm just,
There.
Existing,
But not doing,
Or achieving
Anything.
 Apr 2013 Ian Stern
A Shipcraft
One day I realised that time did not exist in the way I had imagined it to do,
And on another I discovered that we are just bags of water and bones and brain,
We slosh around, and we stumble through, and we stink, and we think.

Blind hatred is the complacent replacement for clean rational thought.
Blind love is the complacent dream for billions of lonely human beings.

We burn, and we bury, and we buy, and we break, and we violate,
And there are great humanitarians, but they are ultimately alone, as we all live and die.
One day I realised that the sun is the only thing that matters.
 Apr 2013 Ian Stern
Reece
Come and sit with me for a while young boy
I'll tell you of the lives of the people
and how they're just a marketing ploy

Revenue is God in this new world order
(The governments profit through pain)
leave your loved ones dying at the border

Don't be indoctrinated by this mortal coil
(The capitalist beasts wait in the shadow)
given a sense of freedom and brought to the boil

For you see my child, we are already dying
(We're all suffocating from birth)
But that shan't stop thee from trying

Run home now my cherub faced angel
(Steal some bread along the way)
Take your seat and dine at the table
The corn has all been poisoned today

— The End —