"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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"Buried"

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 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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90%

 The missing 90%

They say we use only 10% of our brain.  The truth is that we use 90% of our brains to contend with the mess of delusional paradigms that we have concocted over three millennia that conflict with sentient reality and the sentient desire for clarity. 

"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

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Pavlov's Dog

Pavlov's Dog

For three millennia, we have tried to train Pavlov's Dog to act like a Human.  We need to become Human.  It is not a mental exercise.  It is not an intellectual pursuit.  It is a palpable change in the landscape of Humanity.

Thorn

And, yet, another way to look at what is wrong with humanity.  

Think of the lack of Loving Coitus as a thorn in the side of Humanity for the last three millennia.  We could just never figure out how to get rid of the thorn, so we ignored it.  Think lovely thoughts all you like, intellectualize it all you want, the thorn is still there and it hurts.  The pain won't go away until we get rid of it.  It causes a constant pain that grows over a lifetime of broken intimate relationships and, unlike a thorn in the side, it destroys the self-respect of half of the race directly and the other half through the extension of the deadened life force within the first half.

The best that anyone has accomplished, so far, is to find some other way to share their ecstasy.  The pain remains until Loving Coitus is accepted.

Life's work

Life's work

  What if life ruled and we only played our part?  That's not how it's been working out.

The rest of life's role is pretty straightforward.  They just kind of hang around and reproduce.  We play a bigger part in life.  We can be a cog in the wheel or a wrench in the works.

What is our part?  It is certainly not the havoc we wreak.  Mayhem is not our calling, though our current behaviour as a race makes it seem to be the case.  While that is what we have been doing, it is only the legacy of the animal.  It is not our part as a sentient race.  We should be stewards of life.

We have been playing the part of a bewildered race of animals that have been given the tools to make something more out of life, but never learned to use the tools provided.

I have written about it often.  It's not the structures, organizations, or cultures that make the difference.  It is whether they are populated by humans or Humans.  (in case you missed it, I use the uncapitalized version of the word human as the bewildered race of animals; whereas, Humans (w/ capital) are sentiently aware and no longer cringing at what they perceive)  Humans will make something far better of life.  humans make it an insane struggle as they cringe.

Why do we cringe?  That is what I have written about for decades.  We cringe at the one, crucial and central legacy of the animal that continues to confound us, even though it is no longer necessary.  It took one hundred generations to penetrate the stupour, from the point in time when we began to seek clarity.  The only question I have left is how much longer will it take for us to get completely past the stupour to accept the fact of our loving nature?

Our thinking and awareness are not going away.  It is a huge part of what distinguishes us from animals.  It has remained damaged severely by our inability to penetrate the animal's stupour.  Ridding ourselves of that stupour will rid us of the dystopia.  A Human existence.  Nothing more, nothing less.

Minus the disturbing dystopia caused by our denial of our sentient state, we will move forward, finally, as an emotionally mature, rational, loving race in which the individual cares as much about the whole of Humanity as itself. 

    If you are looking for more, lp.

More than any other life form, we have intent.  So far, that intent has been aimless and destructive.  We took our instruction manual from the animals and never updated it.

Sentience seeks clarity.  The prehuman distorts everything, in its emotionally derailed and destructive confusion of remaining too attached to its animal past.

There is no starting point to our Life's Work until we shed the baggage of the animal.  The Human race will seek clarity, once we rid ourselves of the desire to hide from our past.