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)
Many things are not explained.
I fell asleep in a sepulchre of words
in my quest for further understanding.
I gathered their meanings one by one
arranging them in patterns
according to colour;
aligning them in rows
according to size.
Some comforted, some injured;
they all tasted different.
Not all of them meant well
and many were ambiguous.
I was bewildered by their variety,
their complex duplicity
and singular simplicity.
Some were sharp and well defined,
others dubious and unrefined.
Although not native to them,
I felt at home in their midst;
and from the time they started
to visit my dreams, I felt accepted
and became one with them,
almost.
You can tell I’m not the real McCoy,
not from the words themselves
but from the way they are strung together:
Byzantine pearls from the Near East
held together by
a Hellenic twist.
It doesn’t depend on a choice but rather
You have it innately, or not
Though it can’t be derived from mother or father
Inevitably, with a lot
Of all other merits and habits they can
Subliminally pass to you
Either you belong, or you’re not one of them
Who live as if splat in two
The national mammals like to care about
The superior meanings of their tribe
But what goes around swiftly comes around
In reverse, from another side
When it comes to a whirlwind of echoes
The nationals can’t discern
Their own voice, and from what of ghettos
A heavier smoke returns.
Even if you skip big meanings
Minding petty pace of days
Yours is splendid way of living
Straightening paths in every maze
There you go across the water
There you fly upon the land
There you stand amidst the slaughter
Which you fail to understand
What seemed complex turns out plain
As the years go by it gets
Clearer that we go insane
With our number of upsets
Tempered madness works like pill
Daily doses you can measure
By yourself, no form to fill
You would need for such a pleasure
If it doesn’t satisfy
Then you have a great resource
To repeat the reasons why
Voluntary, not by force.
mariquita has many meanings, one not so snug
she is a Spanish word for lovely polka dotted ladybug
she is also sometimes referred to as ladybird
An English word for ladybug which seems absurd
mariquita can also be referring to a pansy
or a faerie all antsy and dance-y
or a fairy light and airy, according to my Gran
another kind of pansy acting man
I gaze at a forest of willow trees beside the sea,
Presenting to me lovely meanings of love and beauty
In loving a man so deeply that I want him to be with me.
A book of words, so big and bright,
Helps us learn, day and night.
It shows us meanings, one by one,
So we can understand, and have fun.
From A to Z, it's all inside,
A world of words, where we can reside.
It teaches us, how to say,
And helps us write, in a better way.
love's definitions ~
what feels best, cares most, knows when
music becomes noise ~
Expectant fields,
silent stones,
serious tombs...
words spring up
and materialize meanings...
Scarcity is good for rich in economy, bad for poor in need
Our Words
Fear
Force
Tenderness
Tears
Healing
Harm
Curses
Caring
Creates Fear
Creates Force
Creates Tenderness
Creates Tears
Creates Healing
Creates Harm
Creates Curses
Creates Caring
Gives Fear
Gives Force
Gives Tenderness
Gives Tears
Gives Healing
Gives Harm
Gives Curses
Gives Caring
Resulting Fear
Resulting Force
Resulting Tenderness
Resulting Tears
Resulting Healing
Resulting Harm
Resulting Curses
Resulting Caring
Our Words
by JAM
The wound becomes inward like the pink moon
after a little rain. It glows and then becomes
red as the blood and the wool of the wail
dangling white like a sheep in the wind.
And this thorn that now curves in your breast;
you will not bring to the garden
nor to the throned light.
It lies at your breast as a bone of some lost horse.
It will not bring Light to the growing mooring-post.
Nor will it exalt in any way the twining winds that move
in the night.
:: 10.31.2022 ::
If you love 1 & they love 2
We'll then notice
That 3 also grew
If 4 gives more
Than just closing the door
5 grows & 6 will light the room
12 now shines
While 100 changed minds
100 now shown their not alone
With 100 more now reborn
Time streams by
In our impatient lives
Waiting on the moon
To explode
An expansion of fireflies
Light the night
Breaking through
As the darkness groans
R.K.H
She sobbed, screamed, screeched, squealed…
He howled, hollered, hissed, hooted…
The hearing seemed tug-of-war-filled.
The judge smiled and said: "Equaled!
So, your wish to reunite is confirmed!'
They frantically hugged, kissed. In celluloid.
04 June 2021
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The heart of our soul and mind.
Look deeper, there is an art to find.
Anger for the moments of frustration.
Depression for the thoughts of deprivation.
Guilt is for the choices of regret.
Disappointment for what we expect.
Humiliation takes awhile to dissipate
Resentment runs deeper than hate.
Ignorance for whatever you neglect
Reminiscence for everything you forget.
Anxiety for every single mistake.
Happiness is from what we make.
Hope spent on what has been lost.
Love, despite the ultimate cost.
Acceptance for the mistreated minorities.
Pride can be a man’s greatest priority.
Loneliness is when you’re cornered.
Forgiveness is to help move forward.
Lust is one of the worldly desires.
Motivation for those that are inspired.
01/02/2021
01/02/2021
Sympathy could be an act of donation.
Euphoria is that great feeling of elation.
Gratitude for what we have acquired.
Envy is an attachment for the desired.
The heart of our soul and mind.
Look deeper, to seek what you find.
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