"animalness" poems
We live in a world of noise,
of parallel and asymmetric movement,
where nonchalance has become the norm.
Sweet, melodious and pleasing
is our phony makeup.
We are animals that reject our animalness.
We dread nuclear, secular, red lights, cockroaches, love,
threats and non-threats alike.
Fear has taken us on its morning stroll,
and predictably we bark.
(The sun is almost up)
We are turned on and turned off
by oil-, wind- and hydro-powered switches
that respond to clapping.
There are beige, mauve and burgundy
curtains to choose from,
and supersized french-fries, pots, and cars.
We have lost ourselves in a mess of options,
and strive incessantly to complicate.
We fly in formation
and flow through carefully placed
and beautifully colored rocks made from Styrofoam,
down an improbable slope
of over-romanticized hypotheses.
We are ******** ego-centric and nepotistic,
and asexually multiply.
Thought and all other wasted rationality
keeps the axes of our unsustainable and fanatical wheels
from breaking loose (into free space and true autonomy).
We create meaning where there is no meaning,
and scientifically and thoroughly flout
god and the truth,
whilst we absorb, photosynthesize, bear fruits and grow leaves
(we are still, essentially, vegetable).
With every step we go deeper, and faster and better,
and farther from our selves.
Hence, we barely feel.
We are deaf and blind and mute
and approximately frozen;
and dance, swirl, sing and scream
in our vague, whimsical life,
till we fall.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
We are all rapists
Of the most beautiful women
We abuse her body
And make her feel less
We fill her with our destructive ***
To the brim
Drip , drip , drip
She's gonna explode with our morbid "love juice"
We as humans have altered the way we love
Instead we destroy and survive
We **** like animals
Bent over in the street
And we keep penetrating her soft curves and harsh waves , her valley like stretch marks
And yet
She still provides for us
She gifts us with the perfect combination of gas
To keep destroying and filling her as she closes her eyes and can't fight anymore
Until she can't exist anymore and our animalness won't have a place to prosper anymore.
~M.P
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
It is the woman who succumbs to the temptuous
It is the woman who becomes the temptuous
It is the woman who bears
It is the woman who tears
It is the woman who bears again
It is the woman who tears again and again and again
Bearer of death, bearer of life
It is the woman
Bearer of girdle, bearer of griddle
Animalness, Madness , hysterics,
sorceress, torturess
Again and again and again
New times, new suits
Object of pleasure, object of comfort, object of scorn
Object of discomfort
Purple body, purple heart
It is a ****** affair,
and a ****** affair again
and again
Womanhood
Guilty as charged
A birth occurs
of spirit
of mind
of soul
A new world awakens
It is the woman, the woman it is!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC