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Jul 2017
we all know that a high-jumper
would jump over herr kaczyński
without a fosbury's flop -
namely the old method:
   head-on...
             this unlikely napoleon of
the competitors of rule:
namely?
             edward I wasn't nicknamed
longshanks for no reason...
but like all people, i don't truly
understand people when
they amass -
                      a herd of
wildebeest makes more sense
              than a "herd" of people -
even in civil circumstances
before "the eyes of god" inside
a church or a mosque -
but esp. out on the street,
  in the utopian eyes of the other
overlord: rex liber populus.
     no, i'm not for or against -
but this judiciary debacle seems
to me, a monism of:
                     the state is the law -
as death is the arch-guardian of
all physical laws (notably gravity) -
but from i've seen:
  people being people,
  when amassing: never know what
they want!
        take the isolated man,
and the desire to know what he might
want is ****** obvious:
     it's a myopia of concerns and wants,
but amassed?
                  god doesn't know,
the state doesn't know, nor does
the church,                      **** knows!
or... usually a shop window,
or a statue of some dead politician,
or a flag... at the burning ceremony:
no sooner a religion is established
that people prefer
   the adrenaline rush of the mob -
                        pitch-forks & torches!
          is necessary so evil that it can
contain a "herd" of people
                    and provide some sort
of civility, to numb the emotions -
to craft the many
    meaningless gesticulations
of "faith", and contain the savages
contained within a mob?
        even i find it hard to admit
that when a man turns to the "herd"
for religious purposes:
  a civil congregation -
       well... apart from the stampedes
hajj you sometimes hear of:
    100+ crushed...
              as you would be, disorienated,
circling the kaaba (5 or 6 or 7 times?):
a whirlpool of flesh.
       but first they march for one type
of event, and then they protest against
the state's proposal -
and i so wish i could be colluding with
the current situation: unfortunately
i'm not...
                      what am i if not merely
an outside, an on-looker -
                                 20+ years in "exile",
my roots have taken hold
not among the pine forests of the continent,
but among the oaks of england...
      and i'm slightly stuck, and immovable,
like the kotel of jerusalem;
   and on the third count:
you won't learn!
                       well: to be exact? the fourth:
1. austro-hungarian, prussian, russian,
2. national socialism
3. soviet communism
4. ?
              the fourth "lesson" comes
from the same ******* that took to congo.
what's next?
a 5th lesson from ******* martians?
sometimes people don't deserve
                       "diety" like democracy
to experience a content attitude and
affirmation of life...
                after all...
hasn't the "ease" of the internet allowed
itself to morph in a pseudo-prison?
i can't remember the last time
went to buy something on the high-street.
never mind...
               you'd never expect
this unlikely napoleon -
                            it's as if he's receiving
messages from
     the grave from his dead twin...
  and as the poles speak of
the russian: truly unruly people -
   beneath the iron curtain:
         a graphene hand: once clenched
                            a fist of carbyne.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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