When human beings were created
I wonder how emotions came into play

did our mysterious origins start
with a group of soulless people killing each other?

when did our happiness become a factor?
who was the first one to 'love'?

who in their right mind thought that relationships were a good thing?
who decided that caring for ones family was what should happen?

as the time ticks on and I learn to laugh at the cruelty of emotion
I also come to understand that

being able to love is both a
gift
    and a
curse
that we must deal with everyday

"Oh, silly fool, you needn't know!"
"But, I don't care; I want to know!"

Reason has returned; such a feat!
Due to the great philospher's tome.
Ever violent nature now, sedated.
What magic, of wise words & rthymes.

To understand, this is man's mortal sin.
Yet here, this draught of knowledge rings.
Archaic tongues riddle at the gait.
Bending words to dance to the summoners's song

The taste of vitality on curled lips, is the elixir of life.
Transformation ethereal in lifted spirits from common ground to sacred plains.
Open the book of spellbound fear, recite, repeat be freed.

Whenever an old white guy butts into the middle of my conversation
without fail he forces his opinion into my ears
down my eustachian tubes and into my stomach.
his opinion always comes up, like saltine crackers when you're sick
or too much ***** when you're dumb.
It burns my throat on the way up, but I never stop it
I don't have the will to swallow it down.
My face gets red even as the words come out of my mouth

That is to say

When an old white guy interrupts my conversation
asks me a rhetorical question in a demeaning tone
and acts like he's a greek philospher while I'm a lowly
"stupid teenage girl"

I find myself agreeing with him.
I never truly believe him,
but something in me becomes inexplicably embarrassed,
it's easier to spew his own ideas back at him than it is to hold my ground.

This is something I've been working on.

See, maybe he is like a philosopher.
His words can sound convincing
But pretty words don't equate to the truth.
He is aristotle.

Aristotle was wrong about biology
Chemistry
Psychology
Astronomy
and yes
Basic. Human. Rights.

I may just be a stupid teenage girl,
but aren't all the revolutionaries?

Notice my play on words?!



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLIX)


Roll Soren Kierkegaard (nor dare exhale
As if the mention culls a sheer suspense)
Across your tongue, and spell "philospher" thence
Out slowly, to learn we were taught lies they'll
Assure us was for good, to countervail
His wisdom, whiles you're piqued for aught intents
Upon that note:  "they" would acknowledge, sense
Demanded it?  But hide what might avail.
I know "they" swore that Shelley was in poor
Scuse mad.  And now find Kierkegaard was too?!
Yet Bysshe had keener sense than all as twere,
Which I learn Soren did as well?  and who
"They" classed as what, eh, for all that?!  Go stir
The burning coals, for ashes whisper 'new.

21Jan19c

Fairy Cat furry philospher
has plenty of wisdom to offer
he looks at the sky
and wonders why
the world is so improper

the "philospher": and nietzsche...
and what isn't fwench...
or fRench... and that's never
involving a rubric...

a lexicon facade of a ****-down-spiral
of a list of anecdotes to
replace: the grand ****** monologues
of "spatial-temporal" awareness
copernican ****-storm bulls-eye
"quest" n'est-ce pas...

**** me... "i thought"...
an apostrophe and hyphen in one...
neat... bundle?!
i forgot how to trill the R: comma!
a very casual english thing...
the cold... or being numb
when being bit by... the load
of the last suspecting victim...

khaki is no new mustard...
or stale dijon...
like burgundy is the new morterouge...
pink is required for cooking...
then again:
what's not new in terms
of diarrhoea of ****** fudge-packing
corn-bits of skim-reading?

and... hides them inside the confines
of a niqab... because: ninja does
what ninja does both, or best...

i don't expect... but i know...
comb one's hair...  to slide into backing
backwards...
the monarch yawned...
the throng was readied to applause...
and call it: australia secondant!

hong kong became
kim jung yawn and king kong...
darwin was expected to leave
two streets free with traffic...
then the ronin cul de sac of
basic ape logistics becoming:
oops... turvy... of ****! surf!
no... even by darwin's standards...
the free british press...

the tabloids?
       the semi-literate...
               of course i tend to forget...
wham! bam! and thank you cyprus....
for all that you have been welcoming
me to give.... notably
an olive's suntan in the rubric of a tan...
and tow... in the whipping of
getting the proper sexed-up tanning...

simon says... die hard will not,
become an anagram of dire.... i hate crosswords...
die freude! oh joy no joy all and every
other english: smith, **** joy...
**** and the scandal of trotter & co...
says it's called selling a broken clock...
later call it an app. of telling the
big levathian's hour when the das boot is
sinking... according to the theme of the movie...

by the current of the orca hybrid
and all that's sea that will later become ice...
simon says:
  geglaubt!
        eschworen! genäht!
this, cindarella surmount the candle...

the philosopher is without maxims,
is without anecdotes?
the... "philosopher"?
            let us not pour this man any more wine...
he said so sober?
are we to be left agitated by his sober
sensibility... i know what i have been told...
or perhaps he has too many of each...
and each: being none...

the tomb of the submarine...
and that crisp grey of the northen sea
where neither green or blue can both lay claim...
i forget... i tire...
but this i do not regret...

           im die sprache von schatten...
ich geben mein bein: licht!

as anyone still speaking english...
in its origins story...
a fetish for german, prevails.

tora! tora! tora!
           if all the basic building blocks
of: screetch! zombie! serpent!
were mere syllables...

howl's flying castle...
                         the atom of A...
no suffix -lpha... etc.

                   tora! tora! tora!