Often talk of subjective, objective Subjective person specific Objective person independent All perceptions Subjective Give rise to objective Through self separation And practice Objective declaration Independence subjective For ordinary humans Subjective the Monarch Powers how you limit How objective you are
You're not always subjective So the poetry Unless personal tragedies Lots of objectivity Filtered of subjectivity Residue of biases Thrown away May end crisis Objectivity may prevail Still different perspectives Different philosophies Leading to disharmony For harmony to prevail Tolerance necessary!
We believe in external world We perceive images Images interact with images Changing the reality Thinking objectively with our images Stone age to modern age we evolved successfully What else we need as proof Images reflect reality in physicality Our thinking is more or less objective Evidenced by the extant order Otherwise, there would be all round anarchy Aberrations do occur No need for painting gloomy pictures that we live in images Distorted by the subjectivity of individuals We believe in external world We perceive images Valid, valid images True reflection of reality!
Views antithetical to those expressed in this poem are more popular with people who love poetry. Happiness joins hands with sadness and melancholy is the winner!
How strange a tide… apathetic to its core. Novichok in the system — we’ve already hit the floor. Not without warning for the interested few. Sure, indigo on the spectrum, but black in our view. Our prophets are wary, lamenting for the lot. The glass thicker than ever: they’re forced to watch them rot. Let’s not dilute it over biscuits and tea. We’re addicted to passion; it drains both you and me. Quit cold turkey; we’ll wither and die within the week. We blew past the sabbath; so muddle on and be meek. Telephone the skies, but the network is full: We put off the harvest — our calls all but null. “Don’t think just breathe and wait for the pull of the plug.” There’s a way, truth, and life; but deafness is the most popular drug. Our water is muddy; the dolls’ overjoyed. Reject all the falsehoods; their eyes shimmer from the void. I’m here to remind you there’s more than you think. Dead end paths are common; they want you to sink. Exist behind ego and you’ll miss the horizon. Perspective’s a gift if you’re looking to wisen. Races aren’t games for an aspiring professional. Throw out your excuses you don’t need a confessional. There’s anguish in the conviction; you’ll be forced to commit. But sleep-walking is pervasive; few actually submit.