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Apr 2019
.compiled with the hallucination of a diety making farting sounds with a hand lodged into its armpit, and then squeezing, extracting a synthetic farting sound.

                                   the belittled heart,

   counter arguments
to a "belittled mind"...

or is that,
what you call....
a "late take" on reproduction,
with birth defects,
and how,
subsequently,
these people,
these "people" are treated worse
than sheep,
when herded outside
the concept of a slaughter-house?
no? no really?

    just because i *******
into you,
suddenly i'm freed from
the pol *** disposition
of performing a genocide
into a tissue?!
      
   "suddenly": we don't care
what you feel!
came the constipated /
constricted heart...
and, who, the ****!
made you believe,
that someone,
might,
   even begin,
to, give a ****...
about, what, you, "think"?!
huh?!
     who ever gave a ****
about what people thought?
you know,
i care, what people think,
because that's the closest
i'll ever get,
to what thinking doesn't
allow...

            "justified" complexity...
i don't need to visit thailand
for that sort of ****,
i just need to dig a trench
into the psyche
of: the neighbors i'll never
talk to,
the natives...
        why?
   and they talked to me to begin with?
no...
           so?
hello, friend, hello, shadow...
            some people haven't
moved outside of their inherent
lodging,
  they, don't know
what it "feels" like,
or that the thinking behind
it requires...
              
        no, i'm with the people
behind the: feel movement...
given that...
pretty much all of the "thought"
associated with engaging
with the currect dialectic,
leaves me...
   more inclined to reply
to feeling,
rather than the "thinking",
of sourced counter measures...

   feeling compensates
the complexity of thinking,
when thinking detaches itself
from feeling and explores
         the regions of when
emotion doesn't compensate feelings...
but...
to somehow turn around...
and debase thinking...
with slander contra emotion...
  to turn us into apathetic
                    autistic zombies /
muslims?
                       a belittled mind does
one thing, it shut ups...
but a belittled heart?
when someone belittles
someone for having emotions?
you know what is worse
than belitteling someone for
the "possession" of thought?
the next, the ultimate,
is belitteling someone
for the "possession" of emotion...
  
i can be called dumb,
i have no problem with that...
but... being called...
"something" associated,
with the automated expression
of owning a heart?
  now, now you're holding foot
on sacred territory...

       and with something akin
to the christchurh shooting...
i really don't need a reason...
   the reason reasons itself
into a completion...
      'i don't care about your feelings!'
reply?
   and i really didn't give
a **** about what you think,
but you managed to speak,
so, i guess my care for what you thought
is off the table.

          but by now,
it doesn't really matter...
the horrible has already taken place...
and...
                english "existentialism",
somehow being woken into
a philosophical humanism,
with the current counter-scientific
delusion of trans-gender
grammar inclusion change...
          i'm post-soviet...
and i want the soviets back...
this isn't working for anyone's
worth of crafting favour...

         nope...
                                not really...    
i'm just hallucinating
the flavour of apples,
and pancakes in my mouth
while i drink having made proper
due to a fast...

                    that usual talking point...
'i don't care what you feel!'
that's true, it's all true...
but why should i care...
what, you think?

   at least feeling is less suspect,
when entertaining the medium
of writing...
   if you really wanted to care
about what you thought...
you should start writing cipher,
if trasmitting thought
was on the cards,
        it would only become fathomable
via something akin
to a sudoku;

    i sometimes hear a song,
pretend to not peer into the night
donning a pair of sunglasses...
pretend,
i didn't just date a russian girl,
who would read me extracts
from the cosmopolitan magazine,
did?
         oddly enough:
the heart, and the brain,
  "talk"...
          the heart reserves the same
freedoms associated with
the brain...
              thought:
i get a head-ache...
    thought:
i have a pang of a "feeling",
a stone grip of the heart...
                 so shouldn't thinking /
ought-making be associated
with the liver?
              the only sensation of
the brain: is a negative
     connotation...
               at least the heart can allow
the entire spectrum...
           no... usually...
when it's "good"...
it's a sense of goosebumps...
which occupies
   the presence of skin and hair
of the cranium,
but not the brain itself...
        
        and by now...
                   none of my thinking translates
into some deviation of an einstein's theory...
but i could never dismiss
the point of feeling,
akin to: no one cares about your feelings...
well, dialectic disclaimer...
some would claim that:
no one cares what you think... yes?
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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