'Tis another sunrise, bright and yellow.
Yet the world that holds me feels so hollow.
My ev'ry breath is but an empty cask.
Yet ev'ry step I take bears a full flask.
Ev'ry thought that I hold makes the ground quake.
Ev'ry conviction makes the wide sky break.
The path I chose remained a cracked tankard.
Yet my journey is a brimming tankard.
All certainty dissolved, and naught remains.
Each thought gives birth to thought in endless chains.
My life is but a bottle with no hole.
I am the sot who wholly lacks control.
Who am I now to stay here, bound in doubt?
To drink, to think—and still to go without?
S/He walks in bias
As s/he thinks not of himself.
S/He has many a vice
By which s/he does more to others than to himself
As s/he feels his/her disservice to others
Makes him/her nearer to Himself/Herself.
The Modern (Wo)Man.
Full of knowledge
Sans wisdom
Lacking the tryst of self image
For s/he nourishes the advanced sciencedom
Which brought Moscow, Mumbai and Madrid nearer
But a cleavage, so dearer of minds.
So comes the external prejudice
Which reins the seminal minds
With a little or no vision.
Today has all to say
Not anything for tomorrow
The Modern (Wo)Man,
The most civilized and
The most savaged to protect
Her/Him and the burden which
S/He has promised to be obliged,
Is the confluence of
The venomous Chemistry of the mind
And
The meanest mundane of Biology
Short of Historicity and Epistemology of Time.
I dread thee soul.
The bold it rows,
Perchance, A mistake.
I see yee soul.
The form it takes,
It appears to be...of a lake.
A lake to all, that i endow,
To all of which, that i do wish.
Maybe you are...indeed,
For me the lake.
For i know yee soul,
The woo's it gives,
Its epistemology,
Knitting me,
Making me, myself...
Jesus was not born from the rich
does not belong to the rich...
But he advocates for rich and poor
in conversation... epistemology...
He is not Amos
nor Isaiah!
The contrast between rich and poor,
only possible on earth...
Due to misunderstanding and ignorance...
There is no contradiction in heaven,
in the Kingdom of the Lord...!
nobody knew at the time that the gem would be worth
much at the time
she was plucked from the deep, or carved out of a horn,
a chair, the artist took craftsmanship or craftwomanship
into account making something worthy
to partake of for somebody
was it the art,
was it the road to crafting the art,
something that might live on.
The deep ocean swallows,
the shaft is artisanship
epistemology
with no desperate reasoning
an idea heartfelt of
no one left
behind
Of Fatalism
Neither Fate is the Director.
Nor you the puppet or Actor.
Life is dynamic not stagnant
Choose path on determination.
Meet challenge in every fragment
of life on continuation.
Neither Fate is the Director,
Nor you the puppet or Actor.
Don’t believe in fatalism
Life is dynamic not stagnant.
Not to follow stupid fascism.
Truth the guide always vibrant
Neither Fate is the Director,
Nor you the puppet or Actor.
Epistemology enchants
Self confidence the Emperor.
Life is dynamic not stagnant.
Venture life as an explorer.
Neither Fate is the Director
Nor you the puppet or Actor.
Devotion Diligence: Main props.
Be Kind, Compassionate, Gallant.
Every effort cannot turn flop.
Life is dynamic not stagnant.
Neither Fate is the Director
Nor you the puppet or Actor.
08/24/22
This or That Vol. 13
Third place
Contest by Edward Ibeh
Title chosen Of Fatalism
Socrates at a witch trial.
Still he pursued wisdom for generations to come.
Question authority, question everything, think for yourself.
Plato’s interpretation of a great philosopher.
Socrates at the stake, standing up for what is right.
Ethics and epistemology questioned the questions.
The ironic method of western philosophical traditions.
Moving towards a new era.
Athena the goddess of wisdom, standing by his side.
Another individualistic soul being condemned for philosophical thought.
“I think, therefore I'm glam!”
wrote Rene Descartes—with his
too beautiful mind.
The vomit stench of ********
reeks from the webcam
as the living dirt approaches.
She is so free from restraint:
goodbye natural law
and biblically derived morality,
for the personalism of the baphomet.
The Jesus concept overturned for the harlot
--she loves her red string--
finally religious prostitution
is piety.
Madonna, Britney Spears and Xtina: Your Jewish activism; congratulation to their bai'hai temple, as a regard to your deceitful epistemology of civilization. Collecting religions as a quaint remembrance of Talmudian planning. Appointed priestesses of g-d. Giving them all your blessings. Now converting the goyim by Kabbalah, your gentile made peradventure.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Poetic Epistemology
(Belief System modifying JTB+G to JTB+C)
We believe without thought the sun rises.
However, we know the facts of how the sun burns.
Where facts and belief overlap is justified true belief.
We believe without thought we will have clean water to drink.
Nonetheless, we know that often water is fouled by mankind's greed.
Where foul and the clean overlap is a false belief.
We believe our bodies are functioning correctly.
Notwithstanding, we know sickness will strike us all.
Where health and sickness overlap is our tested belief.
We believe there is no end to the ticking of the clock.
Even so, we know our body's time on this earth is limited.
Where limitless and limited overlap is the birth of true knowledge.
We believe without thought that the infinite cosmos exists.
Regardless, we know our minds are finitely bound in our existence.
Where the infinite and finite overlap is our event horizon to enlightenment.
We believe without thought we are alive.
Nevertheless, we understand why we die.
Where life and death overlap is true knowledge converting to singularity.
When I look out on a fog-swept night
Of black abysses and milky light
Seamlessly, softly inter-curled,
In human knowledge I see the world.
For the boundless pit of the human plight
Enshrouds the knowable, stops our sight,
Save where bursts from the light below
Speak the insatiable quest to know.
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