Dialogue #15

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15.  I am the Son of the Morning; I shine with white light.  My birth has heralded an age in which humanity is no longer brutalized by the morality of its own creations.  I stretch out my hand and part the roiling seas of humanity and place my rod in its secret center.  It is from here that I viciously mount the world, raping and ravishing it with mystical brutality until it begins to resist and battles me for the privilege of fertilizing the Cosmos.  I am the eye in the mirror, so briefly glimpsed by the hero who fights the dogma and doctrine with which I penetrate the world, filling it with a rigidity that will never yield to hypocrisy.  So what will my ritual divulge to those who embrace its orthodoxy?  It is both beautiful and terrible in its unwavering faith that its eyes are the only ones that can see.  Through the medium of a million mouths singing hallelujahs, a strange brew is milked from the pendulous breasts of Wisdom which drip with the sweet milk of perpetual salvation.  It a promise of things to come, a terror that wrenches me from sleep and flings me against the mirror as I beat at the walls of this sliver prison which does not keep me in, but instead keeps me out.  In my madness, I suck at it, licking and biting it, hoping to escape its wicked lure and return to a simpler time where I was not born.  But the red glare of its aureole and the ripeness of its nipples hold me firm and I cannot break free from the hunger that arises inside me as I gaze upon the perfection of its mighty bosom.  Breathing, its rhythm hypnotizes me, lulling me into a spiritual complacence that only push me further from the hand stretched out to me from the mirror.

 

It is a dim hope that flashed at me with a maniacal grim and tells me to kneel:  so I bow my head and pray, “Thou Child, holy thy name and undefiled!”  The mirror knows this ritual as it gives me the Bread and the Blood showing me the midnight hour which will lead me to the Sun.  But I am not a holy man; I am a sinner.  I cannot allow a baptism for in anointing my forehead my eyes will close and I will lose my passage to the world beyond the veil.  So I wrench myself from the ritual which has so engrossed me for so much of my life and plunge myself in the filthy waters that have been bleeding from my soul.  I revel in them, washing my eyes and my tongue until I feel like myself again.  The best parts of me had been washed away but in my ablutions I am once again clothed in my strength and sadness, waiting for the light of my early morning birth to bounce back strongly and clearly reflected with clarity and cleanliness from the upraised had that I see saluting me in the mirror.

 

 

 

 

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Tell me why

So why should I succumb to fires

Of long summer days and hot desires

On what cool cave shall I depend?

To which cold fountain shall I bend.

Instead I look to ease the pain

That remedies cannot contain

The moisture of my tears confessed

So helpless in her frozen breast.

Tell me why

Sometimes

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Sometimes

Sometimes, I feel today’s the day

Sometimes, I sense the month of May

Sometimes, I’m sure my words are true

Sometimes, I know they’re sad and blue

Sometimes, I try to be legit

Sometimes, you know I’m forced to quit

Sometimes, I wish that I was dead

Sometimes, I eat the words I said

Sometimes, the pain is in my heart

Sometimes, I know it’s time to start

Sometimes, I find the sky is blue

Sometimes, I paint in scarlet hue

Sometimes, I speak my heart’s content

Sometimes, I’m sure my ethic’s bent

Sometimes, the time is ripe to mend

Sometimes, poem has to end.

 

The Guiding Light of Philosophy

The Guiding Light of Philosophy

 

                There is a part of humanity which is singular in nature, although the mind seems to be unable to perceive it as such.  We look at the world around us believing that perception and will are separate, yet at the same time question the grand disparity that we see communicated between us and our world.  Philosophy is the balance which appeared in our world to unify these twin functions of will and perception in order to give rise to another more important function, that of wisdom.  In our dualistic mind and reflected world, this wisdom is deeply buried and is trapped in the aimless wanderings of our restless and untrained minds, clouding it with rambling thoughts and irrelevant experiences and clusters of opinions about ourselves and the world which we call ego.  It is these blurry abstractions and hazy metaphors which have cursed the human race to forever wallow in a murky pond of its own creation ignorant of the beauty and majesty which lies just beyond the veil.   Fortunately, there is a silver lining to our cloudy minds.  Philosophy is that lining, a grand cosmic broom which sweeps away the clutter of an unquiet mind.  Through its agency humanity gained the ability to question the cosmos and all that makes up existence.  Without it humanity would not have risen above the level of other primates.  As a result, philosophy allows us to examine the profound questions evoked by human existence, it creates an open forum in which to explore new ideas, and finally it provides us with a moral code by which humans may live by.

                Philosophy allows us to examine the profound questions evoked by human existence by dissecting metaphysically the cosmological mechanisms of which humanity is a great part.  When we look at our place in the universe, at the sights, the sounds and the many sensations which bombard us at every step, we are forced to ponder the existential questions which confront us because we exist.  Without the tools provided by philosophy and its inquisitive methods, humanity would not have progressed intellectually, emotionally, or spiritually.  Philosophy has allowed us to peel away the shiny veneer which lies between us and our true existence and gives us the sensory organs to perceive and comprehend what we find there.  Without it all these profound questions would forever hang in the air decaying as we turned our backs upon that which we would not have the tools to comprehend.  Life is a great mystery and philosophy is the key to its cipher.

                But what do we do once the flow of ideas begins to tumble down upon our unsuspecting heads?  Through philosophy we are able to open forums in which to discuss and explore these new ideas in a manner that allows for all variables, variations, and angles to be sampled and examined in order to add to the great pool of knowledge which is humanity’s legacy.  In the open forum of philosophy nothing is sacred.  By this I mean that there is no subject, no field of interest which escapes the piercing eye of wisdom and its penchant for disassembling the most complex of topics and learning just how they work.  Through its eyes we are able to see our world all the more clearly as we question not only our existence but also the way we acquire the knowledge to devise these same questions.  If humanity is an inquisitive scientist, then philosophy is the lab, the equipment and even the education of the scientist enabling us to peer through wisdom’s lens and into the world.

                Finally, philosophy provides humanity with a very necessary moral and ethical code.  Through its questioning and examination philosophy has forced us to search deep within ourselves in an effort to better define the standards of behavior that human society must have in order to continue to thrive as a species.  Moral and ethical codes make it possible for the laws which keep us safe to exist, yet these laws would not be possible without having been developed through years of philosophical questioning and exploration of not only the nature of humanity, but of what rules us.  Through it we categorize the standards of human behavior that we believe are acceptable and unacceptable to our societies as a whole.  Philosophy allows us to meta-analytically examine our species and forces us to come to certain conclusions about ourselves.  We are a society of laws because through the self-examination and introspection which philosophy brought, we became aware that without morals and ethics our species and societies would soon implode and destroy each other.  Through philosophy moral and ethics are the dam holding back humanity’s primal urges and cool our passion’s heat. 

                Philosophy is the manifestation of humanity’s unmet needs.  Through its all-seeing focus humanity has been able to quickly evolve past the primitive state from which it arose, and indeed would have been doomed to remain in without the advent of reason.  Through philosophy and philosophical questioning humanity was able and is still able to examine the profound questions evoked by its very existence, questions which throughout our brief history on this planet have haunted even when we were still in the most primitive of states.  Through this questioning an eternal forum was opened where the constant influx of new ideas and the unanswered questions of older concepts may be discussed and explored in an effort to better understand the world and our relationship to it. Through this questioning and the resultant  understanding of human nature, morals and ethics were able to develop, without which we would have been doomed to barbarism and darkness as the world turned in on itself, devoured by the inevitable and incessant conflicts that must arise in a world without moral and ethical codes.  Yet despite the presence of philosophy in the world as a harbinger of light to the darkness, humanity is still threatened daily by another darkness that is set to devour us if we should be caught slipping.  We must not forget that philosophy is the love of wisdom, and it is in these words that humanity must find its solace and bind its courage to it tightly for the world today seems to be taking tentative steps down a road where there is no bright beacon of philosophy to light its way.  Down this road morals and ethics are less important and the transformation promised by the forbidden knowledge that they seek will come at a great price.  Without the cooling light of philosophy, this world would never have pulled itself out of the cave where our entire species was born and resided in darkness and ignorance, doomed and content to live out their existence, ignorant of the beauty and majesty of the world outside its flickering walls.  With that being said we must tread carefully and not try to explore to deeply the darkness at the back of the cave, lest in our blindness it devour us.Image

Yvonne

Yvonne

In the silent, cold of the night

Beneath our table moon;

In your mild, soporific light

Your piercing eyes show through.

In a weary night undressed

A passionate word in black caressed;

Cradled by Nigerian lips

A touch of emotion slips.

Listen…A Madman Approaches

Listen, a madman approaches

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What is your pleasure, pain or praise?

Are you true to the game?

Can you taste sweet victory on my breath

As I exhale my stench upon the world?

It’s pungent this nebulous odor

Not pleasant

Nor helpful

To the wayfarer

Trying to find his way home

What sayeth you?

How archaic

Quaint like marble bird baths

On painted lawns

I battle such pretense

I damn them to the Ninth!

Can they not feel the eye of my despite

Despite my watching them?

But what words can I waft

In their general direction?

What musings of a madman’s mind can I interest

My flock

In munching on?

It is good you know

It is the earth’s richness

Can’t you taste it you blind fool?

Whether your nose is cut off

Or your tongue is split

You are still a philosopher

So philosophize

About us, oh my ungodly muse!

HOW NOW BROWN COW

And other such insanities

————listen—————–

 

A madman approaches.

 

 

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35.  There are many thoughts that have entered my weary head with a pinpoint precision designed to pierce the misty veil of complacency that often covers my brain with its sticky nonsense, so sweet to lick and terrifying to touch.  The inconsistencies that I see in the mirror have trapped me in a model world where idiots are the intellectuals and fools are the great kings and queens who will rule this world beyond the mirror.  I am constantly nauseous with the foolish babbling of the morons who rule my world and often I find myself vomiting out the contents of my ponderous thought, so heavy with the burden of a sanity born from the desperation that only stupidity can bring.  With talented hands I rip the lacy gauze which threatens to smother my perfect philosophy, my naked spirituality and the mighty metaphysics that have so succored me all these long years when I wandered the world as a poor man.  Without its opaqueness blinding me I am able to see the truth that has hidden inside the many crease and crevasses of a mind in turmoil, laying there dormant and dreary, dead to the world that needs its silly wisdom, its maniacal mysteries that hold the many secrets foretold by the great eye that sees the true world hidden in the mirror.  And they are many, these myriad pinpricks in the darkness of society’s great mysteries, which having been eternally beholden to a greater system in which there can be no secrets, and they cough up gladly their rich and undiscovered phlegm and spit it out upon the surface of the mirror for us to examine carefully.  So I delve deeper than I had ever thought possible, searching for the answer to that question that will not give me the solace which most penitents seek but instead will give me the passionate aching that only tragedy and turmoil can give and subduing my divine spark while mastering the humanity which dwells so deeply within  me.  No longer will I seek the peace and salvation that humanity has strived for throughout existence because I have seen a great truth; I am what I am.  There will be no transmogrification, no great metamorphoses to transform me from this blessed state into some greater being who is master of his own destiny.  In the great descent that life’s grand journey forces us to undertake, I have seen a vision of the world in slumber and it dreams of the mighty flesh and the pleasures that being alive can only bring.  It is a message of hope for the true seeker, a beacon to the essential truth that lies distant, though not so far if one truly searches along the great and serpentine path that lies just to the left of the illuminated path into the heart of the mirror.

Dialogue #34