Sojourner
03-06-2007, 12:47 PM
This is my first attempt to submit a poem of my own fashioning on this forum. I'm not sure I understand exactly how this is done. The verse was written over this last weekend in response to an experiment on another forum to write a verse about despair and submit it within 48 hours. I would appreciate any and all comments so long as they remain honest -but reasonably civil.
Sojourner
Much bleakness unto death.
The screeching anguish of torment. And an endless chain of demented tormentors;
Imagine human history as but a single unbroken scream
Tormentors and the tormented – scarce else.
And when all is said, and said again, and again,
The ancients may have after all, gleaned the scheme.
Let us put aside our comfortable contrived complexities for a moment,
Imagine, in the most ultra-modern fashion you are able; a binary cosmology
Consisting of infinite quantum variations on a eternal scale of black and white,
The murkiest black and Lightest Light. - Or if you like One and Zero.
To Wit; in the scriptures; God and the Devil equate. - Angels and Demons, Good and Evil
What other state exists between pain and the absence of pain?
I sent my beloved away today, with $54.00 in her pocket and no refuge tonight for her head.
She took leave without complaint, in a light jacket, without glove or hat, and the temperature outside near 30. She insisted.
I left her on a corner of a dirty street where a jackal she knows pushes desolation,
and the destruction of human dignity.
Regardless, she seems always to harbor high hopes.
This time it was our little one’s defiant, out of control behavior that made it necessary for her to go.
-Driving her relentlessly to go…
While all the while, he begged and cried and cried for her to stay;
And if this doesn’t read like verse, it is still tragedy
Lacking only art
And for my insides to quit shuttering in agony.
All our cosmopolitan dissembling
And preposterous dodging of… “ What you do unto the least of these, you do also unto me”.
Are delusion, on top of denial, on top of blindness.
And even Sweet Jesus himself isn’t helping her (or me) much now…
Few ever hear the terrible crying.
Til it’s over and basically too late.
We are a plague unto our planet, kin, creator, and selves.
A guy named Harry Harlow was funded by the University of Wisconsin from 1950 to 1981 to torment rhesus monkeys in the name of research. He took new babies from their mothers and gave them wire racks and terry cloth mothers instead. He put them in black metal cages in total darkness for up to a year at a time. He devised something he called a “Rape Rack” and his crowning achievement was a device he called the “Pit of Despair “.
Harry Harlow created a lot of psychotic monkeys and was called a “scientist” - but
Harry Harlow was a sadistic tormentor of extremely sensitive sentient beings for a very long time.
The Hindu and I would call him a monster. Which is not dissembling the truth.
He died an unhappy divorced drunkard and that’s a fitting end for him, and suits me fine.
Did he really think he was going to get away with all that?
How about the “Ice Pick Lobotomist,” Psychosurgeon Walter Freeman?
He traveled around the nation in his own personal van, which he called his "Lobotomobile” demonstrating over 2500 lobotomies.
In 1952 he did 228 lobotomies in 2 weeks in West Virginia alone:
Ice picking twenty-five ‘crazy women’ in one day… A new record...
What a showman HE was!
Sojourner
03/03/07
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Sojourner
Much bleakness unto death.
The screeching anguish of torment. And an endless chain of demented tormentors;
Imagine human history as but a single unbroken scream
Tormentors and the tormented – scarce else.
And when all is said, and said again, and again,
The ancients may have after all, gleaned the scheme.
Let us put aside our comfortable contrived complexities for a moment,
Imagine, in the most ultra-modern fashion you are able; a binary cosmology
Consisting of infinite quantum variations on a eternal scale of black and white,
The murkiest black and Lightest Light. - Or if you like One and Zero.
To Wit; in the scriptures; God and the Devil equate. - Angels and Demons, Good and Evil
What other state exists between pain and the absence of pain?
I sent my beloved away today, with $54.00 in her pocket and no refuge tonight for her head.
She took leave without complaint, in a light jacket, without glove or hat, and the temperature outside near 30. She insisted.
I left her on a corner of a dirty street where a jackal she knows pushes desolation,
and the destruction of human dignity.
Regardless, she seems always to harbor high hopes.
This time it was our little one’s defiant, out of control behavior that made it necessary for her to go.
-Driving her relentlessly to go…
While all the while, he begged and cried and cried for her to stay;
And if this doesn’t read like verse, it is still tragedy
Lacking only art
And for my insides to quit shuttering in agony.
All our cosmopolitan dissembling
And preposterous dodging of… “ What you do unto the least of these, you do also unto me”.
Are delusion, on top of denial, on top of blindness.
And even Sweet Jesus himself isn’t helping her (or me) much now…
Few ever hear the terrible crying.
Til it’s over and basically too late.
We are a plague unto our planet, kin, creator, and selves.
A guy named Harry Harlow was funded by the University of Wisconsin from 1950 to 1981 to torment rhesus monkeys in the name of research. He took new babies from their mothers and gave them wire racks and terry cloth mothers instead. He put them in black metal cages in total darkness for up to a year at a time. He devised something he called a “Rape Rack” and his crowning achievement was a device he called the “Pit of Despair “.
Harry Harlow created a lot of psychotic monkeys and was called a “scientist” - but
Harry Harlow was a sadistic tormentor of extremely sensitive sentient beings for a very long time.
The Hindu and I would call him a monster. Which is not dissembling the truth.
He died an unhappy divorced drunkard and that’s a fitting end for him, and suits me fine.
Did he really think he was going to get away with all that?
How about the “Ice Pick Lobotomist,” Psychosurgeon Walter Freeman?
He traveled around the nation in his own personal van, which he called his "Lobotomobile” demonstrating over 2500 lobotomies.
In 1952 he did 228 lobotomies in 2 weeks in West Virginia alone:
Ice picking twenty-five ‘crazy women’ in one day… A new record...
What a showman HE was!
Sojourner
03/03/07
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