"Tone"

 Tone

Just a change of tone is what we'll find

As all of loving  filters through mankind

The spinal fire ignites a steady flame

Eye to eye, the loving is the game

The structures of mankind begin to soften

Love produces sanity more often

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"sooth"

 Since I kinda skipped over the whole stimulation and arousal part of lovemaking (since it won't be a problem, once men have confidence in  themselves), I thought this might act like a quick lesson.

Sooth

Along your neck the whispers run

Down your body, revel's spun

Seeking places, just for fun

That never saw the light of sun

Tremours trill and bodies brace

Sensing sooth in trembling trace

All along the body's length

Gains of all transcendent strength

Showers come to those who wait

In raindrops filling loving trait

The drums beat on

As comes new dawn

The beat of the drum becomes clarion call

The voice of  body blows, come one and all

You shiver delight as the drumming beats crest

Transforming the sound into one I love best

Trajectory of Life

  Sentience, Conscious Awareness, and the Trajectory of Life

Before the human race, evolution was exclusively a matter of genetics.  With humanity, Nature introduced conscious awareness, which creates an unsurpassed way in which a sentient race can improve itself and everything around it.  It is evolution on a sentient scale through application of conscious awareness.  

       The advent of conscious awareness (sentience) extends the Trajectory of Life and provides a tool to improve and renew life.  

So far, it has driven prehumanity mad.

Nature has left humanity to evolve itself.  Taking the reins for ourselves, as Nature intended, has bewildered prehumanity.  Until now.

Before humanity, thought was limited.  It remained a feeble representation of awareness until the advent of humanity.

Attaining sentience, though, isn't like flipping a switch.  The heightened intellect and conscious awareness that comprise our sentience have been developing for hundreds of thousands of years and continues to improve.  It is an ongoing effort.  Clarity has yet to make its appearance.

Lofty concepts like love, peace, and noble characteristics can take us into intriguing realms.  But, these very Human characteristics remain stunted and blunted by the stupour of the animal.  Unfettered conscious awareness, clarity, is necessary for humanity to succeed as a sentient race.  Our conscious awareness has remained constrained, befuddled and bewildered.  A natural desire for a sentient race is to seek clarity and, yet, we have avoided it with considerable effort (see 90%).

Conscious awareness allows us to question, "what is?" and extrapolate on "what is" by asking the question, "what can be?"  These concepts are further refined by asking the question, "what if?"

So far, we have remained stuck on the idea of "can we?"  There is no doubt.  We can do whatever we desire, from destroying all life on Earth to molding life on Earth into something tremendous.

These abstract ideas and ideals mean nothing on their own.  Reason, which humanity was also gifted, can and should complement the effort.  It has yet to show itself.  Irrationality still rules.  Clarity remains disabled, overwhelmed by nonsense that should not exist.  We have, so far, willingly avoided clarity.

If, in the overall scheme of life, an idea is attractive but the results remain tentative, we retain the idea, attempt to refine it, and study its potential and validity versus circumstances.

Concepts, like love, peace, and noble characteristics(e.g. honor, integrity, dignity, grace, elegance, generosity, compassion, etc) have mostly proven unworkable, so far.  Though they hold promise, more and more they have become labeled as wishful thinking because our conscious awareness remains witlessly handicapped, constrained.  Our conscious awareness has mostly only interpreted what our animal ancestry presented.

Our conscious awareness became increasingly capable around three millennia ago.  The circumstances humanity was forced to confront exceeded our capacity to comprehend and adapt as a sentient race at the time.  We have since become fixated on avoiding that which is relentlessly revealed by our sentient awareness.  Each generation has the same questions and becomes humbled into witless acceptance 

Irrationality continues to prevail.  Once accepted, irrational explanations are extremely difficult to vanquish because they are irrational.  Irrationality continues to build on the deceits we told ourselves long ago, warping our existence further, until we can finally peer through the fog we created due to our past.

Our inability to achieve those higher ideals is due to a single irrational concept accepted long ago. "We are only human."  There was only one situation that caused us to accept this most irrational concept.

Humanity never gained respect for itself due to a crucial realization of our conscious awareness long before we could interpret it correctly.  That has inhibited humanity's sentient ideals.

Our conscious awareness was duped.  We became convinced that we are no more than a sophisticated and dangerous animal.  In other words, "we are only human", which, once we gain clarity, will be expressed as, "they were only animals." (past tense; prehumanity)

We remain in a stupour of bewildering proportions.  

Our conscious awareness revealed too much too soon.  A key link regarding what makes us Human remains missing.  Our intellect could not keep up with what our conscious awareness revealed and we never recovered.  We learned, in the face of unacceptable circumstances inherited from the animal's state with which we could not yet contend, to use deceit as a tool rather than face a bewildering issue.  The human race blinded itself.  The heart was never educated, as Aristotle proposed.

Comprehension, clarification, and guidance of our own existence, due to conscious awareness and reason, are Nature's most powerful tools to lead human, sentient life into unbelievable realms of success, far exceeding genetics.  To do so, we must liberate ourselves from the stupour of the animal which is retained due to that bewildering issue

We remain stunted due to that lingering issue.  Our ancestors crafted a thorough scheme of denial, resembling the River Lethe, regarding one most important aspect of sentient existence.  We can supersede the animal in every way.

When we approach the key issue that hobbles our sentient awareness, our minds go blank.  We avoid the issue at all costs because it bewildered our ancestors.  It need no longer bewilder us.

We have gone down a long and weary path of developing self-defeating concepts like supernatural beliefs, existentialism, and authoritarianism, persistently denying our own staggering potential.

An animal's reactionary viewpoint, reminiscent of a death wish, utilizes violence to achieve obscure, witless, and meaningless goals.  That  is defeatism, not sentience.  It is also a purposeful distraction from that which bewildered our ancestors.  It is antics of an animal.

The break in the chain began when humanity faced an immensely perplexing situation far beyond its initial sentient comprehension and ability to cope and adjust.

Our early ancestors had not yet developed the powers Nature grants a sentient race in the form of knowledge, reason, and intellect.  Instead, through imagination and creativity, we obfuscated and blockaded the attainment of a fully functional sentient state, since the issue was beyond their ability to cope.

The curtain of obfuscation, constantly reinforced by distractions, has grown to untold proportions over the millennia.  

In front of the curtain, we see a demented race.  What lies behind the curtain is our Humanity.

Humanity, in its earliest days, was put in the awful position of resolving a seemingly impossible issue or forcing blindness on humanity.

Resolving the issue, at the time, was just not possible.  That left obfuscation on a scale that is difficult to imagine.  For very important reasons, the dilemma was considered dangerous to contemplate in the absence of resolution.

Sentient awareness never rests.  It is always seeking clarity.  This is a fundamental trait of sentience that we have yet to fulfill.  

The animal perspective that remained in place frantically obscured our awareness of one particular issue regarding an animal's existence that does not apply to a sentient race in full mastery of its sentient capabilities.

Our conscious awareness continually pounds against the bars erected to block clarity.  The rage experienced by every youthful generation is an attempt to break through the nonsense.  It took my entire lifetime to do so.

The issue was created when the first form of life engaged in the activity of creating life while only one gender achieved a state of bliss that is obtainable by both genders of a sentient race.  

Nature made animal life in such a way that it could exceed the animal's expectations, once it attained a sentient state.  All of the equipment, all of the tools are available.  All we need to do is use our sentient capabilities to succeed.

This became apparent due to the conscious awareness provided by a sentient state.  The animal perspective of humanity, as long as it remains in an animal state of stupour, just curses knowledge and the sentient state, making it impossible to even confront the issue, much less succeed.

The curse on knowledge, first pronounced over two millennia ago, was wrong in every way.  It was not knowledge that cursed us.  It was lack of knowledge.

Resolution is ridiculously simple to implement, once we free ourselves of the animal and accept the knowledge that can transform us into something truly sentient with conscious awareness finally free to roam all aspects of a sentient existence.

The issue created by conscious awareness is simply stated.  For a sentient race, there are two desires for coitus.  Please oneself and please one's mate.  The two desires have never consistently converged during coitus because the full capability of a sentient race has never been applied.  

The resolution is incredibly simple once the animal's witless blinders are removed.

In the current rendition of coitus, just like an animal, one gains pleasure while the other provides pleasure.  That is fine for witless animals.  It is an unacceptable predicament for humans of either gender.  It wreaks havoc on everything regarding the sentient state.

Men take, women give, and it begins in bed.  We are trained in such a way from the point of puberty.  It need not remain that way.  Human resolution is clear and straightforward. (see Explanations)

We remain a demented animal out of sorts with its Human potential.  Our Humanity requires that the animal act of rutting become the human act of loving.

The only complete resolution is when the unassisted act of creating life also becomes an act that creates love by sharing the incredible, transcendent gift of ecstasy that the act of coitus can provide for both genders.  The act only creates love when the transcendental gift is shared.  Anything less is not worthy of a sentient race and does not fulfill the concept of love.  

Both genders suffer in its absence in different ways.  Our concept of love remains warped and damaged because of the lack.

Can you begin to see how this would have confounded our ancestors?  They were at a loss for resolution and, yet, coitus had to continue.  They handed down their bewilderment and defeat, generation by generation.  With each generation, we became more convinced that there was nothing to be done.

Men can easily overcome what has seemed an insurmountable barrier to our ancestors who clamped down so hard on the matter that exploration of unassisted Loving Coitus became impossible for millennia (see Explanations).  It is just a matter of mastering certain muscles.  Do not confuse that with strengthening muscles.

Humanity works best by consensus and the gathering of forces applied to an issue.  Coitus is the only aspect of life that humanity has been unwilling to explore consensus or apply the slightest effort.

That is the dilemma which our ancient ancestors were forced to confront without the necessary knowledge and awareness that were just beginning to develop.  The results of the last three millennia, in the absence of loving coitus, are not even a surprise.

We twisted the situation and ourselves into knots because we were convinced that men could not succeed. The silent implication was that men were undeserving of a sentient state.  We mistakenly accepted the conclusion that we are no better than an animal at the most important act of sentient life relegating ourselves to a monstrous existence beyond the bounds of the animal but far from the vistas of sentience and unobstructed conscious awareness.  

Transforming coitus into loving act transforms humanity into a fully sentient race.  It frees us from the shackles of the animal entirely.

Transforming the life-creating act of coitus is the missing piece of the puzzle to fulfill our Humanity.  

The lack has induced the human race's emotional upheaval and, through obfuscation which resulted in a state of stupour, impeded our conscious awareness, reason, and fulfillment as a sentient race since the very beginning.  

The phrase make love has meaning.  Rutting is not making love, it obviates a fully shared experience for both genders.

Loving coitus is the crucial aspect of the Trajectory of Life that allows a sentient race to take the reins of its existence into its own hands as its conscious awareness can finally fully awaken without obstruction.

Love and the nobler qualities are the natural result of a fully functional sentient life.  We cannot strive for them.  They are not an effort of conscious will, as we have attempted for three millennia.  

Love and noble qualities are inherent in a fully sentient state of existence.  It is only a matter of accepting them, educating the heart.  They are the first steps along the extended Trajectory of Life provided by unobstructed sentient, conscious awareness of life.  

Our dystopia is a by-product of the stupour that is eliminated with ease by a race in command of its sentience as it begins to direct the Trajectory of Life for its own benefit.

It is not utopia.  It is stable and mature emotions, rational thought, conscious awareness, and reason transforming our higher ideals into actuality as sentient awareness gains its mastery of life by succeeding at the act of love.  It is human.

Men were undone by the misbelief that a certain aspect of their sentient existence was beyond their measure.  

Nature provided all that is required for a man to achieve loving coitus with ease.  It only requires our sentient capability of conscious mastery of muscles to overcome the animal's instincts that relegates the act to rutting.  It is explained, to some extent (enough to succeed), in Explanations (which is in a number of books.  The latest, Explanations, is on the website, as well).

Noble characteristics will appear in full force once the male gender gains its sentient confidence and retains its self-respect.

The obfuscation of the situation began over three millennia ago due to the bewilderment of a newly minted sentient race that became consciously aware of something that was beyond their knowledge to correct.  

The obfuscation became a force of its own over the long millennia as it was inadvertently and subliminally embellished to counter our growing conscious awareness.  It is the disturbing thought that we dared not confront.  Only the cowering, witless fear that there is nothing to be done holds us back today.  We now have the necessary knowledge.

   The Trajectory of Life has now crossed the threshold into a creature that should be seeking the limits of its own tremendous potential.  So far, we have only sought the limits of destruction.

    With human consciousness, we have the potential for love, rational thought, noble characteristics, and mastery of life.  That is far beyond the bounds of any animal.   There is a lot yet to learn about love.

   As I ponder all of this, it seems that, once the dam bursts, the flood of our unconstrained thoughts will clear away the underbrush in short order.

    Even this transformation into a race that can think and love unfettered does not seem the end of the line for the extended Trajectory of Life that sentience is gifted.

    It is more like beginning to apply the tools Nature provided to reach the next level of the Trajectory of Life, whatever that might be.  

    As is my druthers, that makes me ache to know what is on the other side.  What tremendous vistas does this open?

    It will be humanity's first step into the domain of conscious evolution.

    It brings a smile to my face when I contrast it to our current mindless revolution approach to life.

   This is a branching point of life in which infinity splits.  The split infinity begins with success at being sentient and comprehending love.  The past will belong to the prehuman.  The future to the Human, sentient being.

    We will finally begin to utilize the human tools rather than the animal's hand-me-downs to follow the Trajectory of Life into the future rather than bury ourselves in the past.

This still seems a bit advanced for a novice Human but it is too critical to avoid and may be just as difficult to accept as loving coitus.  It could probably be explained alot better.  I'll leave that to you.

"Buried"

It's buried so deep that we slowly declined
The source of transcendence for all of mankind
Thrown in a grave and entombed deep beneath
Patterned behaviour, an ancient bequeath
That holds us in chains of unreason's deceit
From reasoning's presence, we only retreat
The boldness required to say we are more
Than baffling remnants, we need to explore
Magnificent beauty of life as could be
A sentient race with the will to be free
Of the chains and the dirt that were piled on the grave
Of sentient beauty, mistaken as knave
The shadows unseen in the corners of mind
Unhinges the wit and the heart of mankind
Love can emerge from the depths of that grave
As sentience teaches us how to behave

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"Man destroyed, woman destroyed"

The title to this poem is a modification of the title of a book by Simone de Beauvoir, Woman Destroyed.

Man becomes hobbled with waning of truth
As lifetime progresses from bounds of his youth
Deceit is embedded so deep below skin
As misleading message sinks deeply within
Man could be coruscant, shining so bright
Except for embarrassment hid in the night
The man is befuddled as lie fades from view
Deceit in the heart as the specters renew
Now, comes a lady, the heart of desire
Lighting the essence, release spinal fire
Deceit in the loving encompasses life
Deep in the heart, lust plunges the knife
The fire is not lit, but the woman endures
'Til the bane of the man escalates and ensures
That the man is unhinged and unreason pours out
Then, only then, is the woman in rout

Unreason comes forth in so many forms

But all, in their essence, resembling storms

Seeking the love, which the heart does pursue

But, falling away, as they're falling for you

Or, ranting distractions to hide from the view

The failure men know, as the loving comes due

w

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I thought I would try a few poems to convey these very foreign ideas.  Maybe that will work for some people. 

Simone de Beauvoir was a genius.  She clearly knew woman was not at fault for humanity's predicament.  Her work, Woman Destroyed, led to this poem.  

What she, understandably, missed was that, perplexingly, the man is destroyed first, causing all of the havoc.  He doesn't seem destroyed because it was conditioned into him to act like everything was alright.  The man learns early to put on an act displaying himself as confident and sure, even though, deep in his heart, he knows he is destroyed.  There lies all of our confusion and the demise of our sentient state.

From reading many of her works, it becomes clear that she never admitted to herself that men have destroyed our situation thoroughly since day one.  She started the trend that all that was needed was for women to break free.  I wish it were so simple.  She always focused on the desperate struggle of the women's freedom, never suspecting that, until the man is freed from his bane, no one can be free.  It's understandable.  It was a man's issue to discover what men have endured.  It took three millennia.

If you don't think humanity's affairs are a mess (the general overall dysfunction and destruction), then you have a much higher tolerance for stupidity, viciousness, and unreason than me.

This makes me want to rewrite The Garden Of Eden and lay fault where it really belongs.  It's really a minor tweak.  Just portray a man writing the whole damn fictional diatribe against women pretty much clears things up.

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The depth of these poems escaped me until now, almost a decade after I wrote them. The poems contained far more meaning than I ever realized.  The poems are like a condensed version, a shorthand, of the nine books I wrote.

I stopped writing poetry on the subject years ago for a couple of reasons.  It was necessary, as I became convinced that the general public would never read the poetry regarding the bane of mankind, much less understand it.  (like I said, it took me about a decade to figure the complexity of this poem out for myself, a lot of the meaning is somewhat hidden) (funny thing.  I have never touched this poem since I wrote it; very unusual for me).  So, I began writing the books.  They are thorough, if somewhat laborious.  What can I say?  Three thousand years we have been held in thrall to the animal.  So, yeah, it's complicated.  I am now uncertain whether either, poetry or prose, will ever get through.  There was another reason I moved away from this subject in poetry.  I found beauty, angst, and despair where I least expected it and it just about killed me.  It will kill me before it is over.  I was also overwhelmed and wrote about six hundred poems (I think it's about eight hundred now, maybe a thousand) about the most amazing woman I had ever encountered (along with  the eight (twelve) books of prose on our sentience and lack thereof).  (She is incredibly unique.  New under the sun, though She will never admit it - She even wrote something that describes the situation perfectly from a woman's point of view!  Of course, in shorthand.  It actually highlights an interesting point: the situation has changed somewhat since the days of Simone. in many ways, due to Simone)   Ummm, let me just clarify.  As Desiderata so perfectly explains, every step along the way, as full of anguish and anger as it has been, has been necessary.  I am just so tired of playing the part of Pangloss.  So, I guess there is still a remnant of Janus in me.  I know Desiderata is accurate to a great extent.  That doesn't make it easy to take.  The question is when do we achieve the tipping point?  One of the most powerful points of Desiderata applies.  All I have really done was try to give the concept of a sentient existence and loving coitus a jump start.  It will happen.  It's just a matter of how much longer before it does.  One could say I'm tired of waiting.  Like Really Tired.

It probably sounds crazy but rhoetry works to secure my intuitive thoughts.  To nail them to the wall, so to speak.  They explain everything so well for me.  Just not for most anyone else.  I cannot be the least bit ambiguous to convince anyone else, which is why I turned to prose (to my lasting regret, it works. it was necessary, it's just that I'd rather be writing poetry and I'd rather be writing about my favorite subject).  

It is also why I rewrite like mad (and, also, one reason I am so annoyed by the publishing process).  Unlike anything written before, precision and accuracy of what I convey is crucial.  At least, until humanity catches on in a big way.  It is not enough to just slap interesting words down on paper.  It is important, since it is so far beyond the known animal reality, that I portray the situation as accurately as possible.  I think I've shown well enough elsewhere just how difficult that is to do when faced with the mad reality of a sentient creature caught in the throes of an animal's perspective.  I have had to connect so many disparate dots as to boggle the mind of just about anyone else.  I've explained that well enough elsewhere, also.

"Intuitive" thought, in essence, is nothing more than collecting a number of observations of our bizarre, unfulfilled existence and piecing them together into partial answers to what I knew in my heart was true (kinda the ultimate intuitive thought): humanity can be whole and put away the animal forever.  Or, conversely, what is wrong with humanity?  That intuitive thought was buried so incredibly deep beneath the pile of garbage that we have tolerated since the beginning I couldn't initially even put it into words.

With poetry, my conscious mind gets caught up in the details of creating the rhyme and the rhythm.  That leaves the rest of my mind to roam free through the subconscious to connect culturally-suppressed observations regarding human life collected over a very long lifetime (in other words, I didn't kill myself off at 30.  just saying). Most of my life was spent observing, not interacting; the prehuman condition does not agree with me at all.  All I could do was observe the insane antics of an insane prehuman race and, then, analyze like crazy in every way possible).

Let's see if I can convey in prose what this particular poem hints at.  I was inspired for this poem by Simone de Beauvoir and, in particular her book, Woman Destroyed.  It was read soon after my intuitive realization that men are broken and there is no need for it to remain so.  I read a lot of Simone.  Understandable, since she is of the gender that is not the source of our insanity.  The best a woman can do is attempt to break free from its awful grip.  Men are the ones that need to gain their humanity.  But, first, they need to understand what is going on.

I am still not sure if she got that men have always been playing a shell game on humanity.  "Look over there, not over here!"  Again, understandable.  How could she possibly understand how failing to love breaks a person?  A woman never fails to love (read the books.  that is not as you may think) until the ability is beaten out of her, either figuratively, mentally, or physically.  Even then, it seldom disappears.  It just goes into hiding.   I'm not even sure a woman can understand the concept.  I guess not surprisingly, that is encouraging for a future in which both men and women know how to love.  It says something about the inborn nature of sentience that will never go away.

Her husband was bad news.   Besides being an awful husband, Sartre also pisses me off because existentialism is a perfect example of the shell game (see poem "Escapism").  The shell game of the male gender:  "Look over there, not over here!" I guess another quote to describe it might be, "Look at this shiny new toy!"  It is always a game of distraction.  Sartre's worse than any scifi author because the scifi author at least admits that it is all fiction.

Basically, the male gender has always been so desperate to hide its failing, that they have been scamming ever since they realized their failure and failed to overcome it.  Let me emphasize, it is easily overcome - for a human.  Instead, we got "look over there!" for more than three millennia.  And, it has just been continually getting worse.  Look around.  We are accelerating our pace to embrace the animal as we get closer to throwing away any shred of our humanity.  If I wasn't so disgusted with spending fifteen years dissecting and explaining the animal, I could go to great lengths to show that we are becoming more and more adapted to the disgusting animal viewpoint as we throw away every remnant of our humanity.  The noble characteristics have just about withered away in our depths of confusion and certainty that we are no better than an animal.

The male gender had to scam in its attempt to hide its failing.  That has been the biggest disaster of our existence.  If only we had owned up to the awful failure that does not need to remain.  The scam artist became a trait of the gender.  That can change in a virtual heartbeat.  Of course, the alternative, success at loving coitus, was not possible for their feeble intellects.  Let me caution to not misread that sentence.  It is complicated to understand how to succeed.  It only requires a sentient mind, not a hurtling, boundless intellect.  In other words, a man can be dumber than a post and still learn loving coitus, if he can read.  In the not too distant future, it will be as natural as being human, walking, and talking.  No need to read a thing.

So, to get to the point, man is destroyed first.  He was destroyed long ago.  He can never attain his humanity until he puts away the scam artist.  He has passed it down to every single male descendent in every generation in one form or another.  For no good reason!!!!

If you have not read my books you may have difficulty following this, so let me just emphasize that there is no reason for the failure to continue.  Men have endured it all along because animal life had endured it for a billion years before that.  Animals can't do a damn thing about it but humans can.  All we need do is wake up and invoke our sentience.  No pills, acrobatics, alternatives, or appurtenances required.  We are not just animals.

You have no idea how badly it pisses me off that it had to come down to me to grasp this fact and, more importantly, that it took a lifetime to do so.  If men had not been scamming all along, and making stupid prophetic utterances in their early thirties (always trying to bask in the damned spotlight), they would have figured it all out long ago.  Yes, yes, yes, Desiderata

The long paragraphs and run-on sentences are in honour of Simone.

The Garden Of Eden

 Our Garden Of Eden is still ahead of us.  

You can't really believe that we frolicked with lions and tigers many millennia ago when we were little better than an animal and dumber than a rock, can you?  

The Garden of Eden wasn't even a rational myth.  That would be Pandora's Box.  That was a myth that sought answers and warned us of the possible misstep that we stepped right into with myths like The Garden of Eden.  If you are looking for more of an explanation of the myths, that would be in a couple of the earliest books.  

Once we truly become human is when we learn to love (educate the heart), maintain an emotional balance, think rationally, and fulfill our sentient state.  For all intents and purposes, it will be a Garden Of Eden, as long as you don't expect utopia.  If you expect an existence in which humanity can finally respect itself, then you are thinking in the right direction.

If you are looking for our demise that would be the mindless approach to life that we currently maintain.

dystopia

  the foundation of humanity's dystopia is the male gender's utter frustration with the state of coitus and their own inability to understand how to succeed even though they damn well know they should.  See Explanations.  It can be done with ease.

dystopia and stupour are closely related.

Dystopia II

we have been trying to approximate a Human while making no progress since the first sentient thought slapped us silly.  we've sensed the whole all along.  we just never applied more than our minds to the issue.  the heart never really became seriously engaged.

"Windows"

  This belongs here as the conclusion to all of the questions I asked.

 Windows

The eyes through the heart

On the way to the soul

The life to restart

From mere pieces to whole

Speaks of the relative meaning of things

In utter frustration, I lost all the world

Impatient to sense all the loving unfurled

The dimwitted fear of the loving-less beast

All due to the fear that they can't make the feast

So, on I continue, still frustrations roam

To skip to the time when the heart knows its home

The loving begins with the tug on heartstrings

Awaiting the day, if it's only to feel

Explosion of loving, at last, become real

In the next lifetime the love will anneal;

Substantial as heart, to the loving I kneel

Impatiently waiting for all to wake up

To fill all of life from a lovingly cup

The human complete with the craft and the style

Of the love that transcends all the heart all the while

In glancing denials as we peer through the fog

Putting on airs of Pavlovian Dog

What's wrong with this picture that's glued to the screen

The love interrupted, the bout intervened

The loving corrupted with men in denial

The passion disrupted, the loving on trial

No pill is required, only sentience graced

With loving transformed and the hating erased

The frustration holds and impatience resounds

To think it requiring another full round

Another full lifetime for love to be found

The proof of the case is, in fact, all around

The fear of the failure has held us all bound

Sweep aside the conflicts and excuses

They're on the train that rides with the abuses

A juggernaut that leads to more the same

The crafted clown that's dripping in the rain

Late 2024: I was right.