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The Face Of Man
If this be virtue then don't show me vice
The pool in which reason has slid
Dare we ascend to greater heights?
Or are we just slaves to the id?
Something rancid this way comes
A false dichotomy strikes again
A template of man in self-conflict
His writhing urge destroys all ken
His sense of self dissolving now
In pools of primal spit
Roll up - come see the bipedal beast!
It feasts on its own shit
If this be virtue then don't show me vice
The pool in which reason has slid
Dare we ascend to greater heights?
Or are we just slaves to the id?
This worldview, crammed with entropy
Now expressed, makes me sick!
Are we just brutes, steeped in hubris?
Mere blood, tooth, bone, cunt and prick?
I can't help but spit on those men of God
"Moral" orators to the flock
Getting caught in the act, like Pharisees
Feeding altar boys mouthfuls of cock
If this be virtue then don't show me vice
The pool in which reason has slid
Dare we ascend to greater heights?
Or are we just slaves to the id?
Some would call this the truth of man
To scavenge and scrape in the dirt
To lift eyes to the heavens, in vain
In hopes of numbing our hurt
Either that or sitting in ivory towers
Bereft of soul, of spark
Companioned by thought we dare not practice
Stopping short of making our mark
If this be virtue then don't show me vice
The pool in which reason has slid
Dare we ascend to greater heights?
Or are we just slaves to the id?
Troglodytes in training shoes
Are what her worldview shows
The fabric of our development
She sees as the Emperor's new clothes
Our proclamations of potency
Are held up, in scorn, as delusion
And now she says that the truth of man
Can be grasped in primeval confusion
If this be virtue then don't show me vice
The pool in which reason has slid
Dare we ascend to greater heights?
Or are we just slaves to the id?
I will not accept that the nature of man
Is mired in unthinking sin
I must build strength to implement
The knowledge that lies deep within
If this indeed be the face of our kind
I propose that we make a new start
For amalgamation of body and mind
Is the only true path to the heart
I am fascinated by all of your poems.
This one is especially good.
The Face of man, which you defined well..is something I think we dare not unveil..at least not the true side of the face. Tragic heroes are beautfiul in the eyes of man but Heroes who cause tragedies are long forgotten like the breathe of the wind...never thought of again. Because we delude to improve.
A new start would be in order, but would we ever accomplish such a task?
You are a superb writer.