#humanism
If I seek the truth I continue to learn
If I continue to learn I continue to grow
If I continue to grow
I become more today than I was yesterday
If I become more
I am alive in the fullest sense until my breath ceases
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC
the world rejects sorrows
for happiness can be sold
whereas sorrows lead to life
happiness naturally believed
even within mortals' reach
hurrying to seize is thus life
with wits, strength, and help—
willing or not—for time is short
if death undefiable, it'll be mocked
for you shall go smiling to the grave
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
Brown Brown brown
A majestic salute
Of this **** on bone
Into my mouth
Irreverent despise
This effigious moment
Of makes my surmise
Of this meat from this plate
Surety tu sate
It's Satan's will
In deep do I swill
Of all the kingdom's fawn
Fauna's adorn
Adorn ornate
From the midth of my plate
Into my bellies belie
Belittle my sweet tooth
From tooth suit sooth
The feel of my carnivorous desire
And it's encroach
To ****** from the animal kingdom
A bane or benign male
Or of femality
A skinned creature or scaled
Once skinned then scaled
To the nth of my teeth
From it's evolutionary course
To my 'mmms' whence eat
"I farm therefore I am"
My requite
My requiem
It's internment within my duodenum
If we as homosapien
We're a little lower
Of the evolutionary ladder
A little closer
To the whipchuk and adder
Perhaps this incongruity
Would seem of insurmount
That we would not take from the platter
Of that skitter skatter
Of paws and of hoof
Of feather and of scale
For it not our right
To interrupt the plight
Of species cultural agare
And of universal development
Of ******** disposition
And it's extant
Perhaps we'd be more likely
To drop a tear
Than a longe long of langue
A salivating spittle
Like the whistle and the sizzle
Of that press upon the plate
Of heated black iron
The steam and the vapour
Testament to the savour
To the saviour of the meal
As any connoisseur can tell you
Unless they alien to meat
The saviour of the meal
That muscular tender form
That reared from the twinkle
To the wink
The seed met it's drink
The phoetus
To the expressed
******** delight
This formling's fledgling plight
As it's eyes burn to new light
Of its heart and marrow and sinew
All fodder to our ensue
Of it's marriage to this world
Now married to our plate
Its existence to sate
Our sensory intuition
And if questioned
The lesser the tuition
Of salt and fat to the sate
Of blood and metal to the taste
Of bone and cartilage the waste
Unless hungry enough to chew
And **** it's marrow clean
And this meal
As if adieou
Of all memory
Of that beast's sense
Of this reality
And this brown brown brown
The king and capital of plate
And our position upon the evolutionary ladder
A little less seemingly madder
Of this culture of interrupting culture
For the satisfaction of our tongue
And of this insanity
Most seemingly insane
Shall affirm of our humane
As our cultural attest
To the other species detest
That the brown brown brown
Be a salute
From fork to mute
Of our common humanity
For whose going to stop us
The birds or the bees
And this brown brown brown
Be the flag of the humanity we wear
From infamy of mind
To the pork and the pear
Laid bare
Upon our shirt or lapel
Surely if we are to grapple
With ideas of genocide's justification
It's after picking the brown fibre
Of a pig's won't to pork
Upon your new shirt
With a clean silver fork
Or after dessert
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:19 AM UTC
It is not the lion
or the wolf
you should fear.
It’s the howling storm
that breaks the chains
you hold so dear.
The attitude that shatters
all those sacred matters
which add up to
nothing but junk food
for the human mind.
All those
restrictions
you let others impose,
all those
pathways
they told you
were not the right way to go,
the ones you knew
led to a brighter day.
I was not made
to devastate
the mental state
of hearts enslaved
by the corporate government
that barely pays minimum wage.
Destiny, was not laid before me,
I just happen to acquire
a brain that desires
to explore everything.
Fear is just the tool
used to cower fools.
Curiosity is what we all need,
to generate unlimited diversity
of dreams, scientific discoveries,
and great stories.
It will give us the power
to write new lights of insight
into our current reality,
opening up unknown possibilities,
and better ways to elevate to a higher state of free,
instead of the capitalistic prison and religion some love
that calls itself democracy.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
a man scratches the
remains in the pan
the metal spoon and
its touch makes the
pan beg for mercy and
the man for more
"may men move mansions
in the magic of their mistresses"
a song plays in the background
a canvas waits for him to stop and
start smudging
a woman across
the street in her balcony
leaves the last two
drags of her cigarette
and fills the water in
the ashtray to extinguish
the smolder
incensed,
goes back into the walls
there's no one to
caress the moon tonight
and the cats gonna weep till
the sun wakes up the dogs
then the man washes the pan
and as soon as the pan dries up completely,
hunger stealths in again
like a sad mouse to a broken trap
the woman got goosebumps
and she closes her window
thinking that it was because
of the winter breeze outside
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
Man, it is better today to snooze quite a few people with a given mood! he can hardly do anything else: Hysterical minute-people and flirtatious Germans who want to flirt dictate the pace and the Order today! And the role model of the ancient hero of our time - although he could hardly have noticed himself - became a morally contagious prey, a waste material: His will and his belief in knocking down rocks were missing!
Bare, meaningless messages, slangs of words humiliated into grotesques discourage the unrealized ideas of those who have ever dreamed of the world! Nearly now, frustrated desires float in vacuum vacancies, bursting with a network of conspiracies of petty lies, and each cosmic evil revolves around its own brain planet - it does not wish to undress its pathetic half-shoulder and lightness!
It leaves everything on the brink of destruction and thrives on the shores of self-pity! "We don't want to be better to ourselves in the rush of tomorrow, to be nobler!" The battered soul and the burnt will take on a deep silence! Man's inhumanity has now collided: Re-establishment has now taken shape and determination again! You can't even benefit today - that's what others think, unfortunately -
neither the Heureka crumbs of honorable honor, nor the guardians of unbreakable conscientiousness: Yawning mountains, dreamy aggastians! Maybe at such an age the halo lights of the moral-humanism of the Universe can travel from the inner landscapes of the soul with heart energies and sympathetic flames?
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
No gods, no fate,
not even yielding to chance
To live this one life
in full acceptance:
This will only happen once!
A stubborn strength
born of a conviction
That there is no soul
in need of absolution
That life is not made meaningful
by abstract metaphysical contortions
in favor of a jealous,
angry, cruel
deity
Purportedly in love with creation
Such is the choice of the humanist
in staunch opposition
to the zealot, the spiritualist
To stand on one's own feet
Acknowledging the grand mystery
Not willing to submit.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
I'd like to read a poem
Written by our world;
In any style, it won't matter:
A sonnet or an ode?
In rhyme or free verse?
Figurative or Found?
But, and this is critical,
The world must write it
To help heal our wounds,
Share our victories and good values,
And expose us in mixed metaphors
In all our human frailties.
It's a poem we'll all understand.
And each spot on Earth,
Every country that's birthed,
Adds a personal verse.
Allow me to read this poem
To all our nations,
With a theme to unite us
As the one and only human race.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
It is the supply
Receipt of the followings
Ecological security,
Social and emotional security, and
Economic security!
These supply are conditional
With the followings
Passion for naturalism and nature stewardship,
Care for humanism,
Ready to co-exist with diversity,
And minimalism!
Total Cost for supply is
World with stable equilibrium linking to steady state
With additional taxes for negative externalities
And subsidy for positive externalities!
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Move Straight Forward Like Once In Mathematical Captivity: The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is Straight - not for sure Target, but even more secretly, and therefore silent Unknown - for the sake of hot job interviews, drizzle craps between your job interviews! In the meantime, who can stay with me? A charming look at a fevered **** a cheap garment tossed in weight of pearls, the only supportive handshake that always has to go with my head on long journeys
I must gather some more power! Despair, like a defiance beside me, the whispering of screaming owls, the inward darkening of the city around me, locked in the solitude of stars - He, the stretched-out, halo-star, the glowing celestial bodies turn to you: How? How can I continue my unfinished life, my missed Presence, according to earthly guidance? - I never played a
a great hero - because I didn't like just slipping into the alleyways of corners like the humble ones. If I am not careful, I am afraid that they will become cold and lame, and that the hardened and still truncated tree will be the years of rampant life - the annoying life of a poor man! S indeed! You can fly freely in the siege of the heavens as a confident Icarus
who is already a man according to our Attila - who does not hold his proud hand in his hand: neither money, lady, nor power? Who can only be lifted out of mud, because he is dew-weak and hesitant in his will to make fateful decisions? Whose flesh is glad to be shared by mocking jackals, Anubisean hyenas, and vultures have outgrown their soul-searching eyes - and who has a pair of unshaven kisses and mothers' care?
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
Then there were the scarred scarecrows, the wolves with their cheekbones - like a bunch of cubs, I'll tell you now! Thirst for revenge on indigestible ants, tortures for animals. There were defamation, unremitting, stinging rib-like fractures in the moral mud, and screams of mercy begging from far away in a scented school toilet!
And then there were satisfied sleeping tales that, "Well, everything will be fine!" And "Don't be afraid!" - and, with grudging fist-right and killer-eyes, we all became emigrants within our own morals: we adhered to our principles! There was little satisfaction, holy vow against the siserehada of bone-breaking slaps: We'll show you! And a lot of ugly beats have fallen on us like a bombshell! - Thick wires between our nerve strings burst with urges, in a harrowing, violent pace: "If you stay inside school, you're sure to end! Die! "
- And there was no mistaken sentiment that he was conceived in hell every day in the midst of deliberate ordnance and mockery; and the adult incomprehension has proliferated like the wacky **** in the other hemispheres! How did it become then?
Without the secret, well-meaning human-faced angels, I would smell it myself today and wouldn't give it a gift! I won non-violent, eternally infectious wounds during duels: the tears of my face were contaminated by so many nasty spit! And every single day, if given that I could survive, I could run in laziness, and with asymmetric obsession, as a beachless pursuer:
An uninhabited wound that craves understanding and shelter! Yet how unfulfilled is the tide of prayer for the deaf, the last rock of cooperative humanism ?!
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
What brings humanity together
Will not be a common threat
For division, nothing is better
Than the pervasive fear of death
When frightened we lose our minds
The amygdala takes hold
And wise leaders fall behind
As the frightened favor the bold
So our salvation will not come from an alien invasion
Or the climatic devastation that is our own creation
Instead we must begin by looking deep within
Shared humanity is both the means and the end
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Jesus didn’t have no acid
But someone must have been tripping
When they talked about his walk across lake placid
I may not be able to rise from the dead
But I will use my head
And every type of fungus I am fed
To be a warrior for peace
Powered by the energy of psychedelic release
To fight violence with loving silence
To end hate by helping people meditate
To spread rationality, a logical morality
To people of every nationality
So we can peacefully share the same piece of reality
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Not too tall --
Don't want him towering over me
Looking down on me
Humiliating me
In more ways than one.
Eyes should be dark --
Not pale.
Don't want them
Cold, empty, icy
Don't need
A shark-like gaze
To chill me to the bone.
Not too large --
Don't need him to tell me
Just how big and strong and intimidating he is
Can't have him saying
Outright or otherwise
That he could hold me
Or anyone else down.
What else are arms for?
Not too crude --
In fact, I just might want him to talk
Like a woman.
Don't get me wrong --
My vocabulary is colorful enough.
It would be hypocritical to rule out profanity.
But, as soon as you call me or her or him or this or that
'BITCH'
The bile will surely be climbing my throat.
Not too proud --
Yes, confidence is attractive
But conceit is certainly no match.
I don't care if he thinks he looks good --
I will most likely agree that he does --
But one who can not admit to his mistakes
Let alone answer for them
Is a frightening caricature of humanity.
I am so flawed, love
But my flaws are not the cause of yours.
Not too dense --
Anyone who reads this
Male, female, or other
And calls me a 'man hater'
Or asks what I would think of a man
If he wrote something like this about a woman
Should run along
For that is not what I'm saying
Not at all.
I know what I deserve
And it's just what everyone else should get.
I just believe
That 'do unto others'
Should not die
Once the ring is on the finger
Or the name is on the dotted line.
I just believe
That 'love' should not be bastardized
To mean an unconditional, everlasting loop of
'Whatever you want
Honey.'
Only give what you'd want to get
Only take what you know you need
No matter the giver.
Bestow and accept nothing less
And as much more
As you can manage.
Believe me
I'll keep doing the same
No matter what you say.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
It’s alright if you disagree
Talk to me dismissively
In a minute you’ll be missing me
When I go on a giving spree
Spread forgiveness and philanthropy
Set political dissidents free
Fight for humans globally
Glowing with righteous indignation
I ignite the fiery conflagration
I assemble a mighty congregation
To end divisive dehumanization
I will broaden your perspective
Shortcut your invective
My spirit: infective
My speeches: inflective
My mind: introspective
My method: incentive
My solutions: inventive
My course: corrective
If I die I’ll leave directions
I will write advanced directives
To form an animal collective
That sets a course for correction
Then come back, resurrection
To view the utopia I brought into existence before peacefully returning to a well-earned oblivion
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
She travelled,
Trudged the grasses that once were the reminder of the area she's confined in.
Walked through the bleak chambers of her heart that kept her vision captive.
Moved ahead, lancing the haziness caused by the droplets that once traced the extension of her cheeks every now and then.
Legged it, gasped the smoke of her half burnt desires that once was the sigh after her every failed story.
Broke loose from the moonlit vestiges that implored her to get along with the norms she's leaving behind.
And now, when she knows what it takes to reconcile the edge of her lips with her dimpled cheeks, you want her retreat?
Sorry, but she's miles ahead.
Firm and unbreakable.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
I am weightless.
There is no up, no down.
My thoughts are free,
they are evolving and dissolving and revolving around other oxymoronic ideas.
My body is trapped,
it is confined, asinine, and constantly refined to what I believe,
or what I enjoy.
Why is it that every human on this Earth has to be stereotyped?
I want a world where we first ask someone how their day is going,
before texting the first person on their phone that the other person is a ****
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
We’ll give GOD credit
while you shriek: humanity !
On it must go—
dialectic insanity.
You have been programmed
for dumbed-down diversity:
Feminization
through global perversity.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
Is there anybody out there?
When I'll shout to the cosmos
Will someone reply?
Let me out
Let me out of this world
Drenched in blood
Stormed by bullets
Drowned in violence
Will someone rise?
A hero, a knight, or god maybe?
Will they here what I have to say?
Will humanity change the way it is?
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
The only time I want to look back is to make sure no one fell behind.
We all have value and so I work down the line
Count the people by their names and not by number
See their face with all my sight one at a time every individual.
Spread kind words to each just to catch a smile and to keep lit their eyes
Embrace with abandon amongst the masses not huddled but held.
One in many we find more strength when we hold together
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
Cow dung
She hung
Between her legs
Dry leaves
She'd weave
Into disposable wear
Even second hand sanitization
Was considered better condition
So she ducked into the safety of unknown risks
Absorb, if it could
Wear it she would
No space for concerns, no choice
On one hand they say
Empowered today, we women, stay
On the other, stands she, in rural patches of ignorance
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
children, they believe.
they see the sun and feel it guide.
they see the moon and feel it guard.
children don't deceive.
teens, we know.
we know the limits that we ever break.
we all aludr to words untrue and fake.
forward we go.
don't ever tell me who is right.
we are both somewhat blind.
so neither can truth find.
but join us in our young rite.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
I've succumbed
To The Golden Rule,
I'll do to me
What I do unto you.
If I'm the cause
Of sorrow and tears,
Know you I've lodged
The same for years.
Should I be
The source of mirth,
Make you laugh,
Relieve the dirth,
Know that I too
***** this earth.
When I'm criticial
Of your best efforts,
You fall short
Of what's expected,
I'll look inside,
To see what I could be.
Though I'm annoyed
With your flip-flopping,
I know I've been known
To be the one that waffles.
Now comes the part
That deals with heart.
God forbid
I break yours in two,
But know you that
Mine breaks too.
When your days take hold,
When you grey and grow old,
I'll tend your needs,
Do what I please.
And when our lives
Stop being our light,
And dark prevails,
And day is night,
And we've departed
This corporeal cesspool,
I'll know I succumbed
To The Golden Rule.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
must we ****
in God's name
must we ****
to venge the pain
must we ****
to right a wrong
must we ****
so we seem strong
**** we must
these old blood lusts
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC