The Civilized Man

Lost Treasures

'The Civilized Man'

Who are these people? These strange faces surrounding me and my god they are closing in on me, going in for the kill. They want to tear the flesh from my bones and feast on my brains. Zombies, everyone of you. Insanity; the world is drowning in it and the lifeguard is off duty. Our outcome is bleak. It's tunnel vision on steroids with an ego to boot. Theses faces who can only focus on what is placed before them. There must be some, who like me feel so impacted by the sheer lunacy of their chaos chose sedation over a revolt of the whole damned system.
It is a joke, a mockery and we believe the dream within the dream, that ultimate illusion known as 'this reality'. We invest so much into this mad circus we quickly lose sight of what is real. Our minds trapped to old dogmas, with an ever closing narrow mindedness. A bigotry all our own.
You claim to be the civilized man. You want me to believe that you are guided by some higher sense of morality. You tell me that because you can break the genome, you are somehow educated. So once again you claim to be a man, when your actions reveal you to be Monsters, hypocrites, liars, thieves, killers, animals who act with malice and hate. Murders for pleasure, and you decry to me that we can be saved? For those who promote salvation find themselves damned and forsaken.
Those who shout for love and peace find their pleas fall on deaf ears. Its strange that violence has become the norm and those in opposition find themselves abandoned by the machine that is our “Freedom”. A civilized man would not need a master, but then again you are not a civilized man, but a savage in paradise, for the world becomes your hunting grounds.

'The God Within'

There is a man stalking the woods, hunting for his prey. As he enters into a clearing he spots his victim. Quietly he takes aim, then he advances and tonight this man will eat.
The trees lush with foliage, a gentle summer breeze. It is the calm before the storm, the silence before the chaos. When the sun hides, wicked men will play. Without faith, despair destroys courage.
I am man, I am human. I breath therefor I live. I feel so therefor I experience, and I know, I am self aware. Intelligent enough to know my conscious thoughts and subconscious mind. I also understand I cannot begin to fathom the workings of which yet becomes a gauge for our own morality. No matter how tight you make the collar, no other man's laws shall ever speak louder than your own convictions. Where your body becomes your own temple. Your mind and thoughts while not unique to the subconsciousness, they are your own and shall never be manipulated without your consent.
Evil exists within us all, a potential to sin and easy to harbor negativity. We have all stared into the black part of our soul to either embrace it or at the very least understand it. Our consciousness, our soul, that little voice inside your head that tells you that what you are doing is wrong. However with love there must be hate, a duality equally shared within you on the quantum level. For if there is evil in you there is also something good. It is through our choice of actions, that we manifest our reality. Knowledge becomes our key, to understanding a brain so complex that we only use a fraction of it. Forgotten and lost is our ability to tap into such a powerful part of ourselves.

The possibilities become endless, yet we still lack the very understanding of such a gift. Time and time again we gain a brief glance at the potential for such feats and marvels, When few people are able to unlock parts of their brains producing astounding works of art, or solving almost impossible complex mathematical codes.

“We all hold the key to enlightenment within our minds,
and retaining that blissful ignorance is still just an Illusion.
Where knowledge becomes the voice of truth, as I follow in the
steps of Odin, seeking answers to the mystery of all this.
Not of life or death, but the answer to my question.
If reality is that which I perceive it to be.
When will we awake from this lustrous dream?”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is from Chapter 7 of my book "Damien's Lost Scripts" I hope you all enjoy this piece. I had a very difficult time in this piece, as Im sure it will show in flow of reading it... Finding the right words were quite difficult, and if this is any indication of how future pieces will go then I really am in for a hell of a ride.

allets's picture

Comma Comma Commedian

Are you seeking praise and accolades or criticism to make it better? If the former: This is homo sapien's contemplation summed up since the first art was spit on cavern walls. If criticism: you are a comma freak, just throw one in anywhere. Intelligence can not know subconsciousness, the opposite of consciousness--you repeat this notion. Simile and metaphor might break up the didacticism. Subc can be tapped in dreams, unconsciousness, or (possibly) coma (perhaps through deja vu or hypnosis). The surrealists explore dreams as a portal...see Andre Breton. Juxtaposing shorter sentences with longer will amaze you for flow. I learned that after hundreds of pages. It works. Cuts up the cadence and adds more hard emphasis units - lacking here. You have trouble with adjectives and adverbs using a or the where a solid descriptive word could reside well with the great (defined as the cumulative knowledge amassed by civilization without the allusions) ideas expressed in its neighbors. Nuff said - s'been awhile since I read on the surface prose with an uninteresting use of adages, dialect, common phrases, and cliches. But if you want praise - I bow to the genious lurking throughout this writing - be well, allets



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and the "Intelligence cannot

and the "Intelligence cannot know subcounsciousness" part I think you may have misunderstood what I was trying to convay.. Never implied intellience can know the subconscious mind. More along the lines of "I am intelligent enough to know of my Subconcious mind" As for the second part of that. No thought is ever unique to our minds, that on the subconcious level no matter if you just thought of it out of the air, something similar has been thought of. That's not to say every once in a great while an artist will astound the world with a brilliant work of art that is unique in its inception.

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

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First time was I ever

First time was I ever complimented and critizied in the same paragraph!!! No dont get the wrong idea, Im not here for praise or accolades ;) not even here for the criticisim either but both are welcomed, I feel that constructive criticism is very helpful in allowing a author to grow!!

You are right, I am a comma freak. I love my commas and over use them yes I know partly due to a subconcious tick to help a phrase out sometimes and another I just have no real idea on how to properly use them HAHAHAHA (yes I know sad) umm However I myself will have to re-read your comment a few times to understand the other part you were refearing to... Perhaps you could msg me and explain a lil bit more!

But all in all I take it you enjoyed it and I am glad that it was not a waste of your time :) feel free to comment on more of my literature... I may have to draft you to be my editor!! lmao

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne

allets's picture

Hellish Ride

I want to come along. Struggle for the right word is a poet/novelist/playwright's dilemma for all time. I write sci-fi and adventure novels to relax. I read for vocabulary, read the dictionary--I wish someone had told me to do that at age six. Scrabble is a forte - I will have to read this several more times - be well and keep it flowing~~~~~allets (Michigan)