If we are born innocent
Is human life corrupted by the World?
Or is human life corrupt unto itself?
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Tag: Poetry
An Untitled Thought
For all our goodness, genius and ingenuity
There is still a cruel streak that runs through the human animal
Corrupting the core principals of our humanity
With imaginary constructs
Distance in the Digital World
In today’s vernacular,
“Isolated” is being used in lieu of “Alienated”
“Isolation” is no longer about one’s geography,
But it has become a socially imposed condition.
T J Therien
Flight
Stresses on a population
Will ultimately lead to migration
This is instinct, raw, base and unrefined
A fact since the beginning of Human-kind
T J Therien
My Morning Mistress
Every morning I awake to see her sickle smile
She sits at the foot of my bed with scythes in her eyes
Defiant, determined and stubborn, as is my style
I say, “Not today.” And from my bed I rise.
Two Questions
If homelessness reduces a human being to an animal state of existence do we not have to expect animal behavior?
If a shark bites a man is the shark at fault?
Dying Days
Writhing and wreathing from past wounds inflicted
Infected and left to fester past the point of amputation
Convulsing and frothing at the mouth
We are in the death throes of our Civilization
A Creature of the Province
The City is a Custodian
Unfortunately not the kind that protects something valuable on behalf of the people
But the type that’s left to mop up the messes of the Province
That is the role of this lowly creature.
On Dealing with Bullies
I do not advocate violence
But
If you ever have to fight a bully
Make damn sure you bloody their nose
Because even if you lose
They will know there is pain involved in picking on you.
From Rags to Rags
Standing at the bottom the climb begins
To go from base to summit
Rung by rung up the rickety ladder
Until one snaps and starts the downward plummet
Broke, but unbent once again attempt the ascent
Chasing some elusive fable
After each fall getting back up
Until one is no longer able
T J Therien
