Gollum

(with a little inspiration from P.K.W.)

How we rushed to get through antiquity
discarding the pre-socratics
their dialec-tic monistic vapory
esteemed anachronistic.
Until meeting with Friedrich Hegel's
dialectic holds absolute sway
engendered in reality
philosophy of day to day.
Utilitarianism of desire
accumulating gains
observes the train that’s crashing
and Calculates net pain.
And if it’s you that suffers
as long as it’s less than me
I'm thoroughly Epicurean
following John Dewey.
Bu’the rules o’the game are written
with cheating built right in
and this game is played for keeps,
incentivize! play! just win!
How frivolous our objections
when observing all the rules
we dare to come up short
o brother, - Racca, - fool:
If you think society's aim
your ultimate demise
you esteem yourself too highly
and consider us too wise.
For margins were added on purpose
to level the playing field
and you are but the means
to-day on the alter kneeled.
- This the people's confession
as you drown in a sea of terror:
"there is - no - conspiracy
just a comedy – of - errors."

Democritus Was Right

The most perverse of pleasures

eject from us at whim

and yet our humblest moments

evoke from us no sin

The tongue untrained unskilled

commits a genocide

though mightier than the sword or penis

wherein we chance confide

Words contain no meaning yet,

until to them ascribed

a fluidity of motion,

by interpretive design

Convey to you myself I fail,

but know you shall insist

the heart and ill intentions

of this ephemere-al wisp

Ideas are not the same as words

or reality

and so my conscious universe

is not entirely free

But stuck within a neural frame

a matrix of desire

of blood of toxins and of pain

of putting out such fires

This tyranny of urgency

demands my full obedience

while each and every agency

rebels o'er this allegiance

To mechanist pursuit

in the context of attention

our span is far too short

antecedent e'en to mention

And like our woe betided friend

Democritus we'll expire

in pursuit of circumstantial cause

to a-priori aesthetic fire.

And to this teleology we

admit an admiration

for science owes in part its frame

and we suppressed emotion

Midst rational fallacies adroit

and new ones of our invention

The phallic symbol of our might

a black/white world and pension

A decontruktion of our faults

the modernist prescription

bloody gruesome crimes of war

turned into progression

Yet to our antediluvian mind

we have not achieved a state

we falter at merely being kind

how dare we try-trick fate

Taking that which we haven't earned

we claim a destiny

Manifest in the result;

it must; because it be

And yet Albert Schweitzer's Jesus

still calls from a rolling wheel

or a beachhead, was it in Normandy

Silence, peace, be still

The beauty of human endeavor

is that we try e'en though we fail

that’s the story of god incarnate

it is the tearing of the veil

The truth is seen with many eyes

yet we cannot come together

for at the ending of the day

all we share is but the weather

Out of lonesome hearts we lash

our tongues betray our fear

we drive away all sense of other

lest it become too dear

And ultimately at last

a judgment few, no none

can bear upon the soul we hear:

nothing, we’re alone.

What hope then but the atomist

quantum theory can't provide

the space between our atoms

or the dark stuff that be god

But in our first beginnings

beauty it did slay

or slake and quench a "baser" thirst

which? we dare not say

For if we accept the first premise

then falls behind the second

We've built our worlds upon our might

and false humility it beckons

With the crafty voice of a serpent

slithering near the tree

it’s easier to be wrong

than live up to: who is me