"darwinist" poems
They say,
that nothing you do is of much significance,
there's nothing you'll do that is of much importance,
but the small impact you make,
you have to do.
They say,
That your finger prints are permanent,
on someones life when you grab hold.
no matter how meek,
you leave your mark on their crime scene.
They say,
that love conquers all.
Your knight in shining armor will save you.
A young little pretty woman will love you for you and nurture you,
until together you die,
on a warm day in bed together,
to continue your lives in eternity, in blissful peace.
They never say the truth.
The story of how we just so happen to be here.
How the only difference betwixt us and an animal is that we escaped natures food chain,
and have made our own controlled by pieces of paper and fat pigs congratulating eachother over brandy and illegal drugs on wall street feeding on our developed Darwinist society.
They never say
How no matter what you'll do your efforts are deleted months after your enviable death.
Self inflected or other wise.
So why do we value our fingerprint lives so dearly?
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
whether sweet or salty
it is the mother of life
no matter whether you are
Darwinist or Creationist
water as a source of our existence
you cannot deny
so, what do we do
with this essential gift of nature
except drink it and float on it?
we waste it, pollute it,
in general,
we simply don’t appreciate it
at least those of us
who live in the comfort zones
of regular rainfall
advanced sanitary installations
and drinkable tap water
millions of others
depend on their lives
for water from the sky
or from the sea
re-appreciating water
taking care of it
may save the lives
of our children
they are our future
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
how do you like that,
alchemist?
you turned lead into gold
but it’s not that shiny
is it?
maybe your flask was
rose-tinted
things didn’t go as expected
did they?
you could’ve been happy
if you never knew
at the end of the journey lies
absolutely nothing
how do you like that,
lover-boy?
you won her heart
you’re her one and only
but how do you like
the public sarcasm?
the beratement at home?
what about the “love-taps”?
“you just can’t do anything
right”
that’s the dialogue
right?
we call that abuse
you got what you wanted
but you didn’t really know her
did you?
how do you like that,
young man?
you learned the ways of world
how the real predators
and boogeymen
are just people
just like you and me
you’re safe now
with that truth
but do you feel that?
you lost something
didn’t you?
you feel empty inside
but before you rant about
darwinist suits
corporate scumbags
******* shockjocks
just remember kiddo
you did this to yourself
they didn’t take it
you gave it up
the innocence of a child
you got to the age when
your eyes show you
the truth you need
not the lies you want
but look at you now
maybe you really need the lies
sure they might
hurt you
chide you
scorn you
tell you you’ll never make it
but at least you wouldn’t be so blue
and the world wouldn’t be so blue
the truth
the real truth is
you’ve got to see the roses in front of you
but remember the thorns just beyond
sometimes you’ll get lucky
and miss the thorn
but not every time
so don’t let your hopes fly too high
but if your fear holds you
that rose will stay a distant dream
so why not just go for it
with a smile on your face
and just see what happens?
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
Languages are elastic realities of ages
Going beyond political and historical chauvinism
That selfishly blends into exclusive nations
The European languages we slavishly speak
In diversity of the world is a ****** testimony,
Ostensible Afro-American cultural civilization
Are mere protégés of transplanted tongues
In forlorn position of knowledge
That derides cultural Darwinism
Unto this last that Language
is born and grow from the native soil,
Nurtured by facts of history in timbre of altruism
Where misfortune of history ***** my stature
Planting unknown and unnamed language
In my ****** soil of pristine times
My conscience not yet passively accepting
The changing misfortunes of the transplanted English
As they are at current times
The negations of vicious cultural Darwinist
Condemning me a victim of tonguistry.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
No brain,
Brainstorm.
Storm door,
Door opens,
Opens mind,
Mindset.
Set tone
Set mood,
Set themes
Setting,
Set words
Set stanzas.
Set backs?
Set match.
Match Mix
Patch fix
Large risks
Lines brisk
Heart ticks
Beats quick.
Darwinist
Poetry is.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
looking at the people, with all their
faces, legs, arms, shirts, ******* hairs
and eyes. I see a million different
flavors of the same thing but in
practice you cannot prove my theory
down to the tiniest strand of DNA, or
smallest molecule of amino acids, or
even the minuscule atoms of carbon
or oxygen, I am absolutely
right
but in the large term, in
the space where you are
greater than the sum of
your parts, I find that we
are so much more than
atoms or molecules or
DNA
we are destined to live every day for our lives
but we have since passed that stage (at least for
now) and ascended to the plateau of higher
thought and a meaning to life other than survival
what can I do to deny woman?
what can I do to deny man?
they are so compelling,
even in their idiocy and
(my more Darwinist side says)
should be given no pity
but I feel the fire of human interaction deep inside me
to hate, to love, to loath, to want, to need, to feel, to
be there for your friends, your enemies, or your people
I feel the fire deep in my heart, deep in my mind, deep in my
groin
It’s there and burning on the fuel of my darkest and
inner-most thoughts. It’s there and (slowly) burning
away my soul
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 5:48 AM UTC
We're all trapped looking at
the shadows on the wall.
The figures in the mirror.
This is our reality.
The Allegory of the Cave.
Break free from your chains
and receive pain.
The world we've been handed
is an illusion.
Just accept the 23
the unknown is too far.
Ever expansion.
Look past the Galaxy
of Golden imagination.
I want facts.
Theories will not settle.
Darwinist matter
whirling into a black lagoon.
Being engulfed
in the philosopher stones.
I don't want to believe that.
The roses are too sweet
lulling me back two years ago.
I hear the thunder yell
as I lose my glasses again.
Search and search for
sacred fossils.
Illusion and reality.
I am Queen Victoria
and I can't stand the sound.
Go in limitless circles
while Robert Browning lies to us.
Waylay to the West Indies.
Bank out the skulls.
Support me I need,
counsel in asylums.
My head spins often.
"Are you on drugs?"
The grass is mixed with blood
ominous in curses.
Dusty suppression
I doubt myself,
Please don't die today.
Your spirit is no longer weak.
Laugh at my epitaph,
I am an epitome of melancholy.
Your malicious cries
Stab hell into my stomach.
The villain is my own mind.
Shall I keep going?
Turn around and look back,
the road is gone.
Obstacles may exist
Sing them away.
Your pain is powerful.
Engrave a path of progression.
Death is the final accomplishment.
So why bother?
Analogies tell
you must travel with bravery.
Perspective of the potted,
do not **** your soul.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
The annual Darwin Gay Ball
Was a gala occasion for all.
The Australopithecus
looked quite ridiculous
Leaning, half-drunk, on the wall.
Zinjanthropus, high on bananas
Uttered forth a long chain of Hosannas.
Although missing a link,
He knew just what to think
And went cruising for greener savannas.
The Cro-Magnons (more agile than Lucy)
Like their hunting and gathering juicy.
The mating was prime
And their dance, so sublime,
could out-monkey the funky Watusi.
Twas a lowbrow event; all the same,
Proto-drag-queens competed for fame.
The divine **** Habilis***,
Hairy, but fabulous,
Gave Knuckle-Dragging its name.
**** Sapiens***' wisdom has wrecked us
As the Darwinist doctrines infect us.
Knuckle-draggers may dream,
But bonobos now scream
That the winner is: **** Erectus***!
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
Hey Jake.
I was pretty drunk last night.
I'm sorry for calling your girlfriend a Social Darwinist.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC