When Post-modernists say race or gender
Is a social construct,
They’re not really saying anything
Other than we don’t like your definitions.
Since race and gender are words
Based on conceptual classifications
They are no different than any other words.
In this way everything is a social construct
Depending on the world view of the society.
The difference in animate and inanimate?
Just a social construct.
The difference in plant and animal?
Just a social construct.
The difference in positive and negative,
Black and white, good and evil, up and down
Me and you? Just a social construct.
We live in a world of such constructs,
They allow us to function
And manipulate this world.
And yes, that includes manipulating others
If you are so inclined.
Who doesn’t live in such a distinct
And discriminating world?
The new born infant at the portal of life,
And the mentally dementiaed at the edge of death.
The rest of us, are thank goodness,
Somewhere in between.
(9/19/26)
There was a Time in my life where I tried to undermine
The lies in my mind
Time being spent tryna justify
Asking myself who’s this guy
Time to get rid of the disguise
Now I’m left with this persona
Who lost his sense of self due to corona
Isolated but not at home
Doing shrooms dropping acid
Went from being avid
To my ego collapsin
So when they ask if I been slipping
Yeah I have been
Forced to fight the feeling
Born to write words that cause healing
So I picked up the pen
Becoming an addict
To be a man amongst men
Puttin my heart and pride on these sheets of paper
I’m finna Break the stereotype and become a different type of landscaper
One who cuts and trims the letters to fit better
On this piece of paper
That I call a love letter
I gone through life's shock
And hope for nothing
I taste life's hack
And blame for something.
Forward life I may go
Towards beacon of life
I couldn't see sunshine through
Cobwebs block my way so much strife.
No wrong turn I still go to fight
Where fate it leads me
I don't give up easy lay my right
Till God elsewhere my life leads be.
Flicker of hope I have light my way
Like a staff that wayward obstruct
My goals is guiding strength to see
This life's road I have construct.
A single thread, frayed by the wind,
Woven from sorrow, soaked in rain,
Trauma, a shadow that won’t rescind,
A silent ache, a voiceless pain.
In fractured glass, I see the sky,
Its jagged edge cuts through my eyes,
And though I reach, though I may try,
The light I feel slips far away.
Madness sings in cryptic tone,
A hymn of loss, a cry of dust,
It pulls me close, I’m not alone—
But even in this, I cannot trust.
For who am I beneath the weight
Of labels, wounds, the mind’s despair?
A body rocked, an altered state,
A voice that trembles I am here.
Yet still I search, though I am torn—
For truth in chaos, to be reborn.
Pulling and pushing and dancing up and down
Like monkeys no one is watching but the behaved crowd
Who paid to expect what they came to see and get their moneys worth
In a humble and normative way as the rest of their fellow neighbors
Would brag about what places to visit and crave
The onlookers are consumers who come out during the day
Only when time allows them away from their computer and
Obligations and time with their families off the clock
And race against time to outstretch the day’s moments into
Lasting memories they rush to create
And be in the moment somehow
At the same time they wish to obscure and automate
With their own helpless hands and hearts they give their all
Of all they have to give to what they’re allowed to predict
And in these moments they plan for themselves and everyone
Else that they love and care about enough to sit down
With and talk as if time stopped ticking
Oh wouldn’t it be a dream of us in a world
That kept no clocks, timecards or mortgages to bear.
Social construction needs to be deconstructed.
So reconstruction can be reconstructed upon a
firm foundation for building.
By adding hardened truths, to support the basis
of building.
Requiring the elimination of porous falsehoods that
weaken the frame of designed capacity.
Thus strengthening the architectural blueprint for
structured living.
Go forth and seize the day
for you will prevail
and with your victories
assemble the fragments of your dreams
The twilight gleam slowly melts
on the verdant expanse of the park,
the pathway lined by neon lampposts
gets deserted as the night silently falls.
Soon I see the maroon moon rise
over the thicket in the speckled sky
and sparkling stars sprout one by one,
I walk enthralled on the pathway alone.
As I float unmindful in air of reverie,
in trance the lighted lampposts I pass by,
a dark amorphous form appears lying flat
in front of me, riveting spell suddenly breaks.
Caught off guard frightened, I flinch
at my shaking shadow slithering past me.
June 14, 2019
Contest : What makes You Flinch
Sponsor : Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Hoo Ha or pee pee
Trouser or skirt
Football or Barbie
What can it hurt
Pink or blue
Stiletto or flat
Pantie or brief
Where are you at?
Sugar and spice
Snips and snails
Flip it over
Always comes up tails
Tough Tom
Nelly Nancy
All made up
But never fancy
Child of love
Love my child
Take it as it comes
Mild or wild
Understanding construct
And legislating depravity
Don't always side
With what we can see
Jane maybe John
And John maybe Jane
But knowing how to love
Is what keeps me sane.
General contractors
For gender construct
Put up drywall
Based on duct
But I want my house
Different from constraint
One that welcomes all
Free from social restraint.
Quantum mechanics is our love relationship
Our photon packets hold two in its membership
Our light form a duality just you and I
We oscillate on our wavelength defined by “psi”
We form our own construct in equilibrium
We chose two electrons as with helium
a Closer nucleus, it’s much less energy
Balance in life is our perfect life synergy
Heisenberg’s mad principle affects our balance
Neutral polarity in our atoms valance
Together we make our own distinct quantum state
Spinning we form a magnetic moment in fate
Kinetic energy, friction, our yin and yang
It is all that we need, to start our own big bang!
-updated march 2017-
Ahead the grim machinery,
Beneath the diesel tread,
Construct out of wreckage,
The two are interbred.
The hand of femininity,
That delicate device,
Disproves it is a man's world,
Dispels it in a trice.
From ruins and destruction,
Demolition tinged with doom,
A flower grows regardless,
A steel magnolia bloom.
Sweet beads of perspiration
Sweat emotion from the bone,
Her love in hot transmission
Is for you and you alone.
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