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Beginnings Know Only Beginnings

by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com

How packaged our philosophy of life has become.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


Poem Artwork
Beginnings Know Only Beginnings
by Odin Roark

Start
Go
Begin
Proceed

So many ways nature uses language
Yet a species of intellectual wealth
Decides there must be
Stop
End
Cease
Finish

From where might this human twist of logic originate?

Where did the denial of nature’s wisdom commence?
Some might opt for the bone as weapon
Where life could be ended
Be it beast
Or Neanderthal

So might have arisen
The dawn of weaponry
Of pugilist mind-set
Combatant possibility
Ruler
King
Emperor
Pope
Seer

Inevitably

A child crawls to walk
Walks to run
Runs to reach…

Bone
Spear
Sword
Gun
Missile

Yes

How well we’ve determined
The learned antitheses of beginnings
Absolving the guilty of insanity
In order to hasten an end

Hurriedly we await
A jettisoning of existence
Into what few accept
As particle-destiny

Another regurgitation of self-administered poison
Into the beginning of another coalescence
The kind we reject by thinking
There is somehow a finite end
Save some who anticipate a hereafter
To everything
So…

Bring it on we proclaim

How foolish the heart’s compliance
When the mind’s capacity
Knows better
Knows well reason and passion
Are essential partners in wisdom
Offering alternatives

And yet…

 


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Reviewed by Michael True
Reviewed on November 13, 2013
An image from "Soilent Green" perhaps, where planning brings the inevitability of a forgone conclusion? I say Time is our greatest enemy, by the very fact that we believe in it, we are doomed by it. M.True

Reviewed by Amor Sabor
Reviewed on November 13, 2013
I believe the Creator has given us that intelligence to develop and learn and create within our limited scope but, unfortunately, that very freedom of choice he gave us allows us to create a better mousetrap and eventually a device of our own destruction. Excellent work.

Reviewed by Tao Chi
Reviewed on November 13, 2013
Knowledge must start from some foundation, something must be recognized as known; otherwise we shall be obliged always to de-fine one unknown by means of another. Tertium Organum, by P.D. Ouspensky,

Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on November 13, 2013
Progress is our most important product… At least that's what General Electric (Ronald Reagan, remember him?) proclaimed until they discovered that this progress could lead to dire consequences like what to do with atomic waste after we make glorious electricity with radioactive fuel.

History teaches us a lot. I don't see our minds (or our hearts as most people think of their souls, their inner self) or our intellect has changed much since the ancient Greeks--although they did have some very strange scientific ideas like Aristotle's. However, our technological progress is so great that kids can now play war-games much more violent and self satisfying than 19-year-olds flying propeller fighter planes over Germany during World War II.

I believe your poem is about our intellect and compassion being unable to handle the kind of world we have created to live in. We are still operating with a Stone Age sensibility in a very dangerous world of our own creation.

As usual, very insightful writing.

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson
Reviewed on November 13, 2013
you have penned well this quandry. man is but man, he has as yet not evolved to the state to be other
budd

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
Reviewed on November 12, 2013
And yet . . . homo sapiens since inception has striven on and on to make life better, easier and during that struggle has come to where we are today. We can talk about television making us mind-numbed robots and I will not argue that point. (I do not have cable or disc, nothing except the computer) Even before we began our trek toward our ultimate destination, we killed. The Bible says so, and even though I am not a believer I know tat something like that had to have happen. What is the endgame? I don't know. Does anyone? I snigger at the global warming idiots. The global warming idiots snigger right back at my stupidity. Will mankind ever have . . . drum roll please . . . Peace and Light? Fuck no. We will just meander along until we destroy humanity finally and forever, amen. And when the last human dies a cockroach will walk across his inert and lifeless body, because nothing, absolutely nothing can exterminate those vile creatures.


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