Monday, October 27, 2008

7 grams

7 grams and we met on a binge
7 grams and you were unhinged
7 grams and you love what you wanted to hate
7 grams and turning left is a fucking debate
7 grams and your still not at ease
7 grams and what can cure this disease
7 grams and I can't even tease
7 grams and theres still nothing right
7 grams and that first very long night
7 grams and your out on bail
7 grams and every blue moon shot gives you sail
7 grams and we've been everywhere without leaving the room
7 grams and going is going fast and going gone soon

7 grams straight to the head
7 grams can't satisfy your need; your wanting me wants me dead
7 grams there's no pride or virtue in this plan
7 grams can take vague dislike to full throttle swoon
7 grams in fits of clarity, I loved you too fast and loved you too soon
7 grams at my wits end, is this heart numb enough, did I play dumb enough
7 grams parted lips to swallow each and every last line
7 grams am I so desperate to love that I'd lie
7 grams if you had a home again, we'd be alone again and
7 grams would it even matter,
to take back a real honest cry
because
7 grams
it was she was the love that had her
oh yeah
7 grams

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Poor momentarily

I maybe poor momentarily
But you are stricken with a worse disease
you are heartless
making you worth-less
than penniless

A fate far more severe, and calls for a cure
and no amount of your medicine dope, sex, money
could ever find.

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Only a fool

Only a fool cares, loves, laughs, cries
hides the pain to feel the gain,
loses to win,
but misses the happiness thats lost.

She sighes, signals, hopes and copes
only a fool truly ever lives
because "only a fool believes."

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You may never know

You may never know who
I was, or where I'd go
but you'll always wonder
where, when and how
I went.

sucker

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Quotes on Humanity

Quotes on Humanity from various persons. These simple thoughts, often captured by men and women across time, whose words often convince me that, voice and pen to letter is the most vibrant form we have to share a common experience. That these tools we have, verbal communication captured in written word mold the invisible thoughts that surround us. The common thread of tie which binds all humans; the beacon of humanity; our ability to communicate the human condition across time, culture, craft/field, lifestyle, politics and perspective. - md.shelby (quotes referenced from Wisdom Quotes.com)



Abraham Joshua Heschel:
A religious man is a person who holds God and man in one thought at one time, at all times, who suffers harm done to others, whose greatest passion is compassion, whose greatest strength is love and defiance of despair. [New York Journal-American, April 5, 1963]



Albert Einstein:
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.



Albert Schweitzer:
The fundamental rights of [humanity] are, first: the right of habitation; second, the right to move freely; third, the right to the soil and subsoil, and to the use of it; fourth, the right of freedom of labor and of exchange; fifth, the right to justice; sixth, the right to live within a natural national organization; and seventh, the right to education.



Anne Wilson Schaef:
Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process.



Donald Williams:
For those who have seen the Earth from space, and for the hundreds and perhaps thousands more who will, the experience most certainly changes your perspective. The things that we share in our world are far more valuable than those which divide us.



Edna St. Vincent Millay:
I love humanity but I hate people.



Ernest Becker:
It is not so much that man is a herd animal, said Freud, but that he is a horde animal led by a chief.



Felix Adler:
The human race may be compared to a writer. At the outset a writer has often only a vague general notion of the plan of his work, and of the thought he intends to elaborate. As he proceeds, penetrating his material, laboring to express himself fitly, he lays a firmer grasp on his thought; he finds himself. So the human race is writing its story, finding itself, discovering its own underlying purpose, revising, recasting a tale pathetic often, yet none the less sublime.



George Orwell:
On the whole human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.



HH the Dalai Lama:
Consider the following. We humans are social beings. We come into the world as the result of others' actions. We survive here in dependence on others. Whether we like it or not, there is hardly a moment of our lives when we do not benefit from others' activities. For this reason it is hardly surprising that most of our happiness arises in the context of our relationships with others.


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Henry Reed:
All human beings are interconnected, one with all other elements in creation.



Jane Jacobs:
Being human is itself difficult, and therefore all kinds of settlements (except dream cities) have problems.



John Astin:
There are things so deep and complex that only intuition can reach it in our stage of development as human beings.



Karl Marx:
History does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all this



Margaret Laurence:
Know that although in the eternal scheme of things you are small, you are also unique and irreplaceable, as are all your fellow humans everywhere in the world.



Mark Twain:
Peace by persuasion has a pleasant sound, but I think we should not be able to work it. We should have to tame the human race first, and history seems to show that that cannot be done.



Martin Luther King Jr.:
Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.



Martin Luther King, Jr.:
I look forward confidently to the day when all who work for a living will be one with no thought to their separateness as Negroes, Jews, Italians or any other distinctions. This will be the day when we bring into full realization the American dream -- a dream yet unfulfilled. A dream of equality of opportunity, of privilege and property widely distributed; a dream of a land where men will not take necessities from the many to give luxuries to the few; a dream of a land where men will not argue that the color of a man's skin determines the content of his character; a dream of a nation where all our gifts and resources are held not for ourselves alone, but as instruments of service for the rest of humanity; the dream of a country where every man will respect the dignity and worth of the human personality.



Martin Luther King, Jr.:
An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.



Martin Luther King, jr.:
We must rapidly begin the shift from a "thing-oriented" society to a "person-oriented" society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.



Mme. de Staël:
The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.



Mohandas K. Gandhi:
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.



Mohandas K. Gandhi:
My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.



Mohandas K. Gandhi:
The Roots of Violence:
Wealth without work,
Pleasure without conscience,
Knowledge without character,
Commerce without morality,
Science without humanity,
Worship without sacrifice,
Politics without principles.



Murray Gell-Mann:
Today the network of relationships linking the human race to itself and to the rest of the biosphere is so complex that all aspects affect all others to an extraordinary degree. Someone should be studying the whole system, however crudely that has to be done, because no gluing together of partial studies of a complex nonlinear system can give a good idea of the behavior of the whole.



Oscar Wilde:
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.



Pearl S. Buck:
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.



Rabindranath Tagore:
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.



Rachel Carson:
Only within the moment of time represented by the present century has one species -- man -- acquired significant power to alter the nature of his world.



Rene Descartes:
The greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as of the greatest virtues.



Thomas Berry:
If the earth does grow inhospitable toward human presence, it is primarily because we have lost our sense of courtesy toward the earth and its inhabitants.



Virginia Satir:
Over the years I have developed a picture of what a human being living humanely is like. She is a person who understand, values and develops her body, finding it beautiful and useful; a person who is real and is willing to take risks, to be creative, to manifest competence, to change when the situation calls for it, and to find ways to accommodate to what is new and different, keeping that part of the old that is still useful and discarding what is not.



Wendell Berry:
One of the most important resources that a garden makes available for use, is the gardener's own body. A garden gives the body the dignity of working in its own support. It is a way of rejoining the human race.


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Start here

Start here,
As if slates could be clean; closets, suitcases, memories
Could really be made free of all our pasts debris
but secure of all our futures valuables.

Sometimes it's what you lock away so deep
returning in search to find the missing link.

Only to realize, it was the key you never asked to keep,
the question you were afraid to ask,
the statement you never cleared your throat to answer,
the towel you never should have thrown in or the white flag you never raised...
and what if? Well, "if" I knew, I wouldn't be asking.

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Friday, April 04, 2008

Trust Me

"Trust me" like "The checks in the mail", and "I'll call you tomorrow"
are among those famous words
which go far too often, "said."

So much better off the world would be,
if those words didn't echo like fists banging upon steel.

The pounding thunder always on
during the deadly quiet.
In surround sound stereo, the silence
hammering letters in my head.

md. shelby 2006

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

My ESP Reading "very precognition'ess:"

Take this test!
If you have precognition, you have an uncanny ability to look into the future and know ahead of time what is going to happen. You might, for instance, simply know that you're going to get that job before the interview even happens with a certainty that exceeds what you would expect to have simply knowing the facts of the situation. You might have a sense of dread before going out for the evening only to later have a flat tire on your way home. These little hunches are easy to ignore but for you especially, quite often lead to a true prediction of what is going to happen. These predictions can be used to generate positive outcomes, and the more you know about how to use your talent, the more you will be able to distinguish between fantasy of the future and an actual reality you are seeing happen, before it has actually happened.

my secret identity

Take this test!
Marilyn Monroe? Veronica Lake? Humphrey Bogart? A scene-stealer like you could have been any one of these legendary entertainers. Like Hollywood's acting elite, you've got loads of charisma and charm, and you know how to use it.


Whether you're turning heads on the way to work or making the rounds at a party, you're a people person who loves basking in the spotlight. With your bold spirit and magnetic aura, you're sure to brighten up any room and leave your adoring fans spellbound and begging for more.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Multiplication Tables Turning 35

Making sense out of nonsense,
why does 9 x 9 = 81, when I was only 8 x 1 back then?

How can 1x 35 equal much at all,
this prime non-factor life.

Will anything, anywhere, or anyone at all
matter that I have multiplied or divided by
if my final say is only about a broken heart, a true romance or
a bastardedly comedy.

As opposed to, a wide eyed wonder of a three year old, holding tight to my ear
with whispers and awe at what a big world mommy makes go round,
just for you. you. you.

So I'll head out alone again after another 28 day ovulation cycle wait....after being tabled a witlessly dry measure of hope.

Eyes filled with so much liquid mass I am welling and swelling an ocean in sight...tears brim and I laugh at my saltwater taffy mascara surprise.

I just needed it this time, this one. My little piece of gods great surprise.

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Tuesday, November 06, 2007

living or life

sometimes I wonder
is life worth living
or is living worth life.

And still I want to be with you everywhere.

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Saturday, November 03, 2007

Killer Queen: Tribute to The Band Queen

"We will rock you"
take our love out and sock you
Make ground
with a stomp and giggle just to
top you.
Champions of axioms
as another one bytes the dust
on my keyboard of love.

Killer queen will buzz right by as a worker
comes in with a sting
and another one bytes the dust.
Fat bottomed girls sing "you
are my best friend" while
we stare and screen blanks by 1,0,1,0 - oh oh oh.
But, "you are my best friend"
you know "we are champions"
of axioms.

So, save me
don't stop me, stomp me or top me.
Play the game of body language
and good old fahsionsed I want to
\break free
\byte me.
And now we hear "seven seas" of rythym and rythm
Americas' free
"you're my best friend"
and we are free.

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Friday, November 02, 2007

"From the Invisible Inside...Derrida, Circumfession"

"From the invisible inside, where I could neither see nor want the very thing I have always been scared to have revealed on the scanner, by 'analysis' — radiology, echography, endocrinology, hematology — a crural vein expelled my blood outside that I thought beautiful....the inside of my life exhibiting itself outside, 'expressing' itself before my eyes, absolved without a gesture.

Dare I say of writing if I compare the pen to the syringe, and I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe, a suction point rather than that very hard weapon with which one must inscribe, incise, choose, calculate, take ink before filtering the inscribable.” - Derrida, Circumfession

"Trust Me"

"Trust me" like
"The checks in the mail", and "I'll call you tomorrow"
are among those famous words
which go far too often SAID.

So much better off the world would be,
if those words didn't echo like fists banging upon steel.
The pounding thunder always on when its most
deadly quiet
in surround sound stereo
dancing letters in my head.

md. shelby 2006

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - The beatles

In light of the recent news today about the 10-year old responsible for the wildfire in California, I thought it would be a fitting gesture to extend my deepest sympathies to all families involved. How sad a tragedy and how ultimately unpredictable and preditiable ALL AT ONCE.

Children will always be fascinated with the unknown and in the vein of prevented medicine it seems an awareness campaign similiar to the onces we had when I was a kid "Smokey the Bear" - a playful but constant reminder about the danger of fires and pollution in our young but fragile timberlands kis certainly in order from the local governments.

In the meantime, parents should take heed and remind our children how important and substantial and impact something like a simple lite match can mean for so many - by involving them in the cleanup if its neccessary for the families affected by the recent events.

Love to all.

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Bitches of Steel

Ladies, learn to use your pen
like a knife.

It will save you, engrave you, embossed of your families right.
Its measured swords weight a measure of those gravest to danger.
When, with just a glitter of its steely blue ballpoint,
at a last moments notice,
it provides a most astonishing deep wounding.

The scar from which takes them
oh so many years to heal.
Ladies learn to use your pen to harm, hurt, nuture, steal
starve, predict, merger and heal.

As is neccessary and further, make right or perjur
when all else cannot...make sure you can
still weld it to the kill.

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Ate-Track-Tape

Are you me
can this be
just one moment
and we'll go
time can't move
life this slow
wasn't it just a moment?
wasn't it just a go?


We move this life, a dance
fast young furious
easy, quick, slow,
feet a shuffle
hard, stiff,
heart aglow
on tip, on toe.

Zero = stop, zero = go, zero = zero, nothing can equal yes
nothing can equal no
so go,
go, go, go.

Like a beat losts its rythm
player lost his game
dancer lost a partner
lover lose, heartache we've seen
Again
gain, gain, gain.


The Soul lost
its will to lie down fast
forward so eject
I pull this rewind out
as the track-tape-ate away
hungry, parched, dying
inside me.

Are you me
can this be
fast, young, furious
dying
to go
to stay
dying for me
dying to me
but always
dying free
free, free, free.

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Monday, October 29, 2007

The beating

The beat it turns
circles around
my pitter patter heart
thats just the start
Should I cry now for the storm brewing?
or have I already cried a river of tears to the oceans
I see my eyes to yours.
like water for chocolate.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Edwards blogging and brimstone cops

In light of the recent "changes" in staff on the Edwards campaign, I have to ask myself, how dangerous is it to be publishing blogs? Will it inevitably bite me in the a*s - given that most times - I am voicing an opinion quite freely. As if I was say...speaking at a table & chair in my own home. hehehe.

Given that this is exactly what (I thought) blogging was suppose to be - a venue for free speech in a growly rapid world of conservative facists...I continue to believe that people should stop being so overly concerned with what others believe, say or spout on their home pages - and perhaps concern themselves with their own actions and hmmummm...get a life.

Truly, do we have a right to put every aspect of a persons life on trial for a typical job, or employment in general? At what point do we draw a line. We appear to give presidents, actors and celebs a fairer shake than the average joe in this aspect. The average joe - without a spin doctor, pr agency, ad campaign and multi-million dollar budget - we'll - he/she best be careful I suppose on what they write in his/her personal journal of life..they might just find themselves out-o-work.

..So fellow bloggers, I guess we all need to now start saving up to hire our personal staff of highly regarded editors, PR crews and other "cover." Lest we accidently run amuck, ruin some holyrollers image of what we should think/believe or feel. "Heaven forbid" we DARE to say anything out of step with corporate, or the church. Yes, apparently we cannot even question our own religious beliefs without stepping on someones toes and causing a scandal.

So, in closing: Edwards, you should CAN yourself for responding to those brimstone cops. BTW, anyone who might have problem with my opinion(s), GOOD FOR YOU - why don't you blog on it? second (kiss my fanny) and third - feel free to leave scathing comment on my page. but unless you want to pay my unemployment - don't call my boss you whiny weiner.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

*made for you*

I'll be made for you...
all that and a cherry on top too.
Little Miss Muffett, Little Boy Blue
I’ll wrap it all up,
in your fairy tale come true.

Sugar and spice, naughty but nice.
Miss. “do it” one and all,
windows to floors.
With a perfectly genius
smile and pose.

Yes.
I’ll be made for you.
Running circles,
to keep with your Joneses.

All to satisfy
sweet, little,
you know who.

Yes.
I’ll be made for you, making all
-your unspoken wishes-
.come.magically.true.

Never mind...its just little old me)
made for one,
"perfect"ly you.

Yes, that‘s right,
.me.
made..for..you.


by shelbyshome (md.shelby) copyright 2004-beyond


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-----Memory Lane----(inspired by anonymous poet)

(sometimes there is that someone...)


"You can’t trust me",
she says
and goes out
that day to prove it.
Axiom, by axiom,
she runs in circles
around our love.


And now, she wants
to put our love
in a little box…
…called friendship.

But dear, my heart
it just won’t fit...

It does not match
your carefully drawn guide-lines,
or follow those expertly planned...
rules-for-engagement.

Nor does it suit
those tinted shades of,
your most colored...perspective.

So my heart will remain...here..
destined to split...down
that old familiar path,
I call it heartache.


For you it’s just...
Memory Lane.

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-----Middle Ground------

Somewhere East of Kansas,
West of Highway 66 and
North of hell…
‘would rather swallow my pride
‘cut off my legs to spite my lips
‘than give in and dance
the middle ground for you.

Some say ‘semblence of order,
I say mired in red tape
‘let’s cut the bullshit baby,
a middle ground girl I ain’t.

Doesn’t suit my color,
fit my scheme,
Soothe my demons
nor cover this ache.

See you in hell Scarlett,
primetime's at 8'eight.

- M.Shelby, April 2004

copyright 2004-2024

Review:
"This was fun, blunt and too the point. I . . ." Reviewed by Whitt22

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=====Is she all that I'm not???=======

Dedicated to all the lousy lovers who keep one eye and two feet, out the door.....

Is she all that I’m not?
Does she fill just the right spot?
Will she give you a thrill?
Betcha she paid the last bill.

You think she has what I got?
But you can’t teach,what can’t be taught.
She’s just a cheating thief
who hasn’t been caught…
And hook, line and sinker
you're just a silly fool who’s been wrapped and wrangled,
sold and bought.

‘Think she’s the cure to your ill?
Betch’a think she’s the real f*cking deal
As you walk blindly downhill,
‘don’t even know your own will.
Oh, but when she’s done, baby,
you most definitely will.

I here when she mates,
she goes in for the kill.
Too bad when she reaches it…
she’ll find there’s nothing left to steal.

And you thought I wouldn’t
but I can
and baby, I will.

So, is she really all that I’m not?
I guess you can’t lose what you never “got.”
What’s left to say, you’ve finally been caught.
And I haven’t even screamed, cried or fought.
You see, I replace what I lose
when I find that it can be bought.

You think I’m still yours
But baby,
I’m not.

So, here
I teach, the lesson
that you need taught:
for the record, she can have it all
everything...that...I...got.
I give it here without...
.a.
single-last-thought.
by shelbyshome
md.shelby copyright 2004-2024

Author's Comments:
"a fun, biting play on the boomerang that occurs when a cheating heart moves astray."

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....Say nothing

Say something,…something,
that is just to say,
anything, at all.

Say nothing...
say it slowly.
words crawling…around the base of my neck,
...up my side.
As my spine tingling shivers
...send a river, my blood
shoots through, my body.

And now, intrinsically “yours”…
(yes) to-have and to-hold.
And yes, please will-you?
hold-me faster still,
await until
just after the thrill...

and do me.....just a little more...one thing
…can you?,
can you
say nothing.
by shelbyshome
md.shelby copywrite 2004-07

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Saturday, February 03, 2007

My Life So Far..A Patchwork of Humanity: Poems

Friday, January 26, 2007

A few of my favorite things: Books

Favorite Books
too kill a mockingbird
prayer for owen meany
half asleep in frog pajamas
bones
holidays on ice
naked (D. Sedaris is a living genius..)
running with scissors
dry
plato: works
kissing god goodbye
maya angelou: collections -poetry
written on the body
gut symetries
oranges are not the only fruit
boating for beginners
catcher in the rye
franny & zoey
because they wanted too
lolita
beautiful women & other terrible things
Beware Picket Pockets & Loose Women

Beware:
pickpockets,
loose women,
& (too) nice men.

Complimentary competitors,
fragrance-counter salespeople.
Offers too good-to-refuse,
money-back guarantees &
mail-in rebates..

And without a doubt,
never trust anyone,
you can't live without.

Run, Leap, Scram,
the minute you discover,
'cause as surely as you can't..
- they can.


- Shelby (March ‘05)

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Monday, October 30, 2006

Eye on me...


I ponder is weather to whether,
as tic is to tock?
Grammatical companions,
yielding a similar intonation,
with entirely contrasting annotations.
Can I be and eye of myself?
Or does an entirely different me exist,
hiding fastened tightly down,
caught beneath the surface of my rushing pulse,
beating heart,
gasping breathe.

Flesh to bones,
bones to dust,
Till there’s no me
or I
at all
As I die myself,
eye closed permanantly
I am I,
no more.

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Saturday, April 01, 2006

('in the drink)


Oh, I came too quickly, laughed too loudly,
*cut too-short,
*over-estimated,
*under-dressed.
No x-cusses,
‘didn’t take much ‘put me back, where I belong…(‘in the drink)
But, was With, Who, Where, and How…
I was out…(‘in the drink)
Half empty, a fools-fullI’d stood bar-stool high,
glass upturned, head hung low
Awaiting my magic, blood-coursing moment
The tingle tangle warmth through my veins,
to fill’ her up….finally.(‘In the drink)
Oh, But I was so unlike the likes of you. all.
Or so it seemed, that is, until I put me back…(‘in the drink)
But, every time/town/Tom/Dick or Harry
how many bottoms was I willing to drop?
I’d sink a little deepergoing, going, gone (‘in the drink)
Left with only pieces of a wholly, holy mess
To this, that and anyone,
just to have one
to "cheer"...
(’in the drink)

-Shelby (April ‘04)

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To Refute the Oracle



“I must give you an account of my journeyings,
as if they were laborers I had overtaken to refute the oracle…”
- Plato, The Apology (Socrates on trial)
****************************************************************************

I know this much to be true
What it is we think we know most of…
Remains as It were, intrinsically untrue.

Our lack of understanding
this basic matter
of unknown fact
a vast, virtuous, void of infinite space
Contrasting any tiny spark of absolute certainty
Of what is real, who can even reason
Why we do what we do.

Ought better we be contained
With examining
the rather obvious
gaping *hole*left
as the dust crumbles, bit by bit.
in the patchworkofhuman(ity,ity,ity)bit

Observe the lack of wonder
at our own heart double-beating in time
to that of mammals and yesteryears men.

Wandering we are, lost, a in a touch of sadness,
a spell of madness, disguised as scientific revolute
a curiously primordial preoccupation, concerned with:
conquer, crush, run, outlast, outwit..outrule
tremble as we may in fear.

Pondering weather-to-whether
The weight of
man(kind)’s
ounce
is worth(y) the
measure of a mile
..One (1) which we have long forgotten to take–time &
walk, skip, meander or even saunter
on near or about(s)..

Far too concerned (we remain)
In whether (or not)
he wore
the right (or left) shoe.
to begin it….

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