Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Animals in us and the respect they deserve

Sometimes the weather is just blue, appearing to be somewhat different to some people. The human insensitivity makes it gray. At least according to them. I discern differently though. There are no such things as sensitivity and insensitivity. Especially in human terms. We are just who we are and there occurs hardly any change. I feel, instead of trying to produce any theory on human emotions, why should we not just acknowledge them. If I am rude, respect my emotion. If you are a psychopath, I will respect your emotionlessness.
I promise I would not speak, not a word unless it would be the time. Why should I speak before? It’s your living, appreciate your time. I will take care of mine. If only there existed no subsets, this living would have been much like a true universe. Don’t mix energies, please don’t.  It only ceases the positive holes and spreads the negative. Karma is not a bitch, in fact there is no Karma. We are the bitches. Only if we remained this way, this living could have been humanly.
A sage is a lunatic. A sinner is a saint. A dog is a father. A whore is a goddess. Truth is truth, don’t mingle the headfast perceptions with reality. Play only the roles you have been assigned, play and don’t overplay. Perceptions affect judgement which in turn affect rationality, which ultimately makes us  beasts. But then we are already animals. The difference is who acknowledge it and who don’t.
I am a goddamn animal but respect me. You may be a saint, you may be an animal, I respect you.

1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down

So why do we keep up this charade
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line

The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird

So why don't we join the masquerade
Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate

What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If I can't choose my own design
Tell me where do we draw the line


Only if animals knew what is doing and what is overdoing, if only they could discern the fine, bleak line betwixt the two, should they be animals no more.
Neither me, nor you.

Blasphemous Aesthete