In a letter addressed to apathy
A major flaw of the human condition is the golden rule. It gives people a mindset that we are not only all the same, but come from equal backgrounds and opportunities. It isn’t enough to treat others how you would like to be treated. Mainly because some people do not settle for the same socio-norms that you yourself might settle for, but additionally because most of us think we are better than we actually are. We would like to believe that we always take the moral high ground, that we would never be in the other person’s shoes, and that we would know how to be more accepting if we were.
On the subject of other people’s shoes, I am not entirely convinced that walking in someone else’s may prompt as much empathy as this world needs. I propose that in lieu of taking a walk in someone else’s shoes to try and relate to their emotional journey, there is a better more accurate way to incite an empathetic reaction. Think about the person you care for most in the world (if you have children, they work perfectly for this exercise), and place them in the other person’s shoes. Now tie your hands behind your back and watch from afar as they stumble.
How do you want to help them?
How could you have done better?
Things You Can Say About a Book But Not Your Significant Other
"I'd like to thumb through your pages."
"That's a lot of wrinkles."
"I kinda broke the spine on this one."
"Sure you can borrow it. Everyone one else has had their turn."
"Now that's a climax."
"Where the fuck are the pictures?!?"
#humor #whoseline
TICK-TOCK
Tick-tock went the clock....
Sam placed her hand on the glock...
Then she waited for the hour..
When she would meet the dour.
She could not see their faces—
They were covered by masks.
They had come to take her face.
She raised her weapon like an ace.
They surrounded her in a blink of an eye.
Sam was not ready to face these masked A.I.
One tried to reach for her gun.
She jumped over it, & started to run.
But they were faster,
& she was captured.
Nothing/No one could save her now!
#TICK-TOCK
14th Oct., 2020 ~Wednesday.
SONNET
Shall I compare thee to chocolate?
Thou art more yummy & freshly ground
Really you shake all my ev’ry thoughts
& sometimes I end up longin’ you mo’
Sometime you are just too sexy honey
And oft’ I have to try not to kiss you
And every time my love for you grows
By chance or perhaps it will stop O no
But thy love for thee’s unconditional
Nor will it cease come rain, or sunshine
Nor shall death keep us apart my dear.
When in eternal unbreakable bond
So long as we shall live, ‘n’ breathe,
So long thy heart’ll ev’r beat for thee.
#SONNET (c)
(O Shakespeare~ how did thee come up with sonnet 18?)
22.09.2020 (Mardi)
La Chaleur
She knocked on the office door and heard the response, ‘Come in.’ She watched him concentrate on his laptop, typing at great speed.
He paused and took a sip of his now luke-warm chai tea. Then he looked up and almost choked on it.
Here he was trying to get his work done, but it seemed like she had other plans for him tonight. She tiptoed to his side and sat on his laps.
He felt his heart begin to race. He cleared his throat. ‘Darling— eh- why are you not fully dressed?’
She smiled and shifted in his lap, ‘Babe~ it’s because you need something to do that will help you relax right now.’
He laughed and then asked. ‘What are you upto?’
She got ready to leave. He pulled her by her wrist and she fell back onto his laps.
‘You’re not going anywhere.’
‘I need to check on the cake in the oven...’
He pressed his lips on her forehead. And she placed her arms on his bold shoulders.
He rose slowly from his seat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and chuckled.
‘Where are we going Mr. Jacob?’
He grinned. ‘Right to the kitchen, of course. You can definitely help me relax there while we also check on that cake that’s in the oven. Hey, I love your new look. It fits you really well.’
‘Oh this is just one of the items I ordered not too long ago. I like it, too.’
He leaned in close to her and planted a kiss on her lips. ‘Je t’adore.’
Her cheeks turned red. ‘I love you so much more.’
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=InAaCKqUmjE
19/09/2020. Sat’rday
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#LaChaleur
The Molly Maguires: A Ballad
I will sing of Molly Maguire:
Come down to the pits of coal.
We’ll weep for Molly Maguire
And those good Irish boys of old.
Their axes dug the anthracite
That burned so hard and long.
They worked to death for petty coins;
The foremen done them wrong.
The blackness ruined lungs and breath,
Men worked their flesh to bone.
They dug their Catholic souls to death;
They’d die in the darkness alone.
For tons of coal were in the ground,
And Irish lives were cheap.
Their coal would fill the furnace and
The owners pockets so deep.
When a man could take no more,
Needed more than whiskey and piss,
He’d join the Molly Maguires:
A man would raise his fist.
They burned the company office down,
They cracked the foreman’s head.
When company men came lookin’ around
They knifed the bastards dead.
The Pinkertons came in October
When the moneyed men had enough.
They got more than just the Mollies:
Beat ‘em and shot ’em and cuffed.
They hanged the Molly Maguires
Before that year’s first snow.
Judge doomed each man on the docket
Whether he was a Molly or no.
Ghosts pace in the cells where they held them,
The hole where they broke ’em of hope.
Ghosts gaze at the beams of the rafters
Where they broke their necks with the rope.
And the Irish, they suffered and hungered
And struggled on down in the mines.
And the owners still lined their silk pockets
Just like they did beforetimes.
Let us sing of Molly Maguire:
Come down to the pits of coal.
We’ll drink to Molly Maguires,
All those good Irish boys of old.
Multiple liberties taken - in a folk song, shouldn't they be? - but here's a bit of history for the curious: https://explorepahistory.com/hmarker.php?markerId=1-A-3B9
In the Outback
They called it “the outback.” Brush and bushes among trees, which obscured the chain link fence separating our property from parking lot. Once an argument led to thrown sticks on both sides. Mostly they were fine. They’d play safari, and if the neighborhood cat wandered through it was a tiger. Then they’d pet it and run inside for juice boxes.
“Daddy, there’s something weird.”
The dove’s chest cavity was empty, the inedible wings splayed. “Looks like the cat got one,” I said.
They still petted the cat but looked at it differently, more like I looked at them.
What lurks in the shadows?
The clock ticked & tocked
Sasha woke up with a start
What time was it?
She stared at her notes
Euh, not bad, for now
The moonlight was her guide
The frogs croaked outside
She wished they would stop
When they did she smiled
She marched off to bed
With no thoughts of her work
Running in her head
As soon as her head hit the pillow,
Something had moved past the willow
It watched Sasha all night long
Just waiting for the right moment
To get closer to her~ in the shadows-
Later on it would find a way to have—
Her beating heart....right in its jaws!
#Whatlurksintheshadows?
3.9.2020 (thursday)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sGwtkJaQ9n0