sociology

Animalism

 

 

 

 

 

 

Animalism


 

The garrulous birds

Looking down on the pantry

Where there is no food








Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a "haiku" with a vague reference to superordinate things, really.  That a previous overlap of theoretically unrelated experiences, whereby a topic/subtopic might be inferred in this instance, can be a primary cause of its creation/composition.  Primary attitudes were evoked in some way and that could have impelled me (from which those could have denoted its possible thematic relations, too, if one should go to semantics—that was probably an informed decision to this).  I may not know for sure due to hermeneutics, hermeneutic phenomenology, epistemology, metaphysics (including related philosophies) since this was only the first-order logical statement that I had made (which alludes to its spontaneous study, a pattern of its discovery).  Please kindly consider my psychobabble at the moment.

Criteria Of The Fallen (An Affected Poem)











Criteria Of The Fallen

 

 

 


 

We are judged, not by how softly or

well meaning we have dealt with

each other's foibles alone

 

 

But we are immeasurably judged anyhow by -

the companies we join, families that we have,

friends with which we tag/go along

 

 

Almost assuredly our minds are

measured too, by some type of

psychometrics


 

But I would never understand

the mind of corruption,

the ways of crime, perhaps

 

 

People fighting off their men.

In the future, chopping off their heads—

if the right conditions shall be given

 

 

Over pedophilia, war profiteering,

orgiastic incontinence;

as if gluttonous craving.

 

 

—Only God will judge;


—in heaven.












Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Criteria Of The Fallen", an admittedly affected poem, was written on 04/19/2017 at around 02:29 A.M.  Compared to the raw/original version in my Twitter platform, this one is an edited version (just the form/stanzas having been tweaked a little bit). Thank you for looking!



Somewhere October 21, 2012

Somewhere October 21, 2012

Somewhere, somehow
These memories pains me so
Harder to breathe
“Let it go” they say
But it ain’t that easy
“Learn from your mistakes”
There are unresolved questions
“Move on”
How can I?
Repression: both a gift and curse
Diagnosis: Major Depressive Disorder
“They’re mistaken”
Research shows it’s Autism.
Specifically, Asperger’s

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem written from personal experiences and research (lots of it) To people with disabilities: hang in there