All the complex games humans play,
striving for transcendence
and the tutelage
of threadbare visions,
faking virtue to feed the
fires of personal dreams as
they demean the sensitivities of
another’s insights to empower their
own malnourished perceptions.
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Shadows posing as
creative visionaries,
positioning to arrogate
another’s aspirations.
Discomfort asking the question:
‘Does anyone really care anymore?’
Acuity bearing the axiomatic response,
‘Only if it services ego and elevates visibility
like a High Tower on a distant hill.’
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So, wisdom asks:
where does sincerity
find a place to take root?
Where does the true seeker
experience inspiration, without
the bane of social bias?
How do scrupulous visionaries avoid
bloated egos condemning their pathways?
Where are the roots of genuineness nourished?
Who do we embrace, and whom do we
avoid in our quest for authenticity?
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“I don’t understand what you’re saying poet,”
the whiners whine, “the words are too difficult,
the constructs are too conceptually complex.
The imagery is unlike anything I’ve known.
Your use of metaphor is too Byzantine.
It comes across as bafflegab."
‘Gobbledygook’, an old man spits.
Is this a personal allegory about me?
Are you offering me insight into my life?
((((P L E A S E)))) share only simple insights
so I don’t have to think, so I don’t have to feel
any more than my poor wounded heart can take.
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Shuffling in slippers,
these officious Boo Hoo’s
wield their opinions as weapons,
nitpicking everything they don’t like,
everything they feel is beneath them,
everything they don’t understand,
everything unlike them,
condemning another’s sincerity as bullshit, or as
ephemeral impressions without substance or relevance.
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These types are those
who judge others in light of
their own deficiencies and defects,
the self-appointed, the self-empowered,
forming opinions before they understand –
like bongo boards balanced on shrimp forks –
they strive for approbation without true inspiration
and bury the seedlings of conception in nitrogen rich
fertilizer, where it burns and withers before any
of it can take root and bear nourishing fruit.
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© richard lloyd cederberg
2/2026
                        A NEW RACE OF HuMANS