birds fly, fish breathe under water
humans think, bonobos make peace
birds build nests, fish live in communities
humans change, bonobos use tools
birds raise birds, fish eat fish
humans love, bonobos love too
ahh… as I lay here on my belly. I think about the problem of evil. St. Augustine comes to my mind, Martin Luther King Jr. comes to my mind. Does evil exist because of the absence of good? Does evil exist because it has to for good? Can evil be systematically eradicated? If we met everyone’s needs twice fold would it still not be enough? I don’t understand the world we live in, being the modern people, I expected us all to understand history and not repeat the mistakes.
There are three great evils I consider.
1. Murder
2. Slavery
3. Natural evil
No hierarchy because I do not want anymore hierarchy in my life. Yet if I desire freedom and to gain it, I must murder my master, or pray for their downfall, does that make me evil? I just want to be free…
Why did Haiti have to pay France back for so long, when they too understand tyranny.
Why did the Native Americans have to suffer, when Americans too understand suffering.
I don’t understand history sometimes, have I grown to know to much? No I’ve grown to care to much…
I would like to have one cup of world peace please.
No! Not your soccer! Or your Olympics!
My world peace sees free travel, free trade, free access to knowledge for all countries.
Free, Free, Free… Is it to much to ask for?
Founding fathers that wanted freedom maybe Britain thought that was too much to ask for? Cause what do we know, we aren’t kings and queens.
Tribes continue to fight each other, is it resources? Is it power? Is it ego or status? I don’t understand, have we not all had someone take care of us to get to this point?
You must remember! Someone wiped your butt! Someone fed you! Someone kept you from danger! Someone sheltered you! How could you forget? How could you not be grateful to the world we are in?
How could you become evil? It doesn’t make sense. I do not know why evil exists… but I do know we can never become it.
To do what is right! Due to being right! To do what is right! Due to being right!
We understand earthquakes and hurricanes happen, but our rebuild must be just as ground shaking! Our rebuild must be just as powerful! We understand that pain exists, but we must relieve suffering.
Here is the access code to life:
(1+2)∞π
…but what do I know, other than I do not know… ahh.. access denied. I should have put facial recognition. Can you see the pain in my face? Can you see the love in my face? Please understand I only want the best for us, all of us. Even those who are evil too, because someone loved them, and they too love something.
whatever… sigh.. where was I…
birds fly, fish breathe under water
humans think, bonobos make peace
birds build nests, fish live in communities
humans change, bonobos use tools
birds raise birds, fish eat fish
humans love, bonobos love too
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Author:
Demar Desu (Pseudonym) (
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A most interesting departure from your typical shorts Demar this one becomes a soliloquy regarding the state of the world and humans within it. There are several musings within it that plague mans mind and seem to have no good answers. Well done
I guess I was filled with so much emotion last night three lines just wouldn’t do
Keep the energy
I like all the Quest-ions, Demar. I don`t have answers, so how about considering this:
Without the Devil, what use would the Bible be?
Without Sauron, would Lord of the Rings still be a great mythology, I mean, story?
And a quote from an author I read a lot," Ignorance of the Law of Assumption has turned this world into a place of blood, sweat and tears."
Sigh… I understand what you’re saying. Unfortunately… there are comedic stories out there with no bad guys, just people trying to live, having a good time. But life isn’t always funny… thanks for reading and your response
Demar, I like your questing spirit. I can only "answer" you through "art" this time around, so I`ll post a rhyme.
I appreciate you even reading and answering, I will be looking forward
Demar, this carries both chaos and clarity… it moves through history, pain, and hope without trying to resolve it all. Coming back to those simple truths at the end gives it grounding after everything in between. Strong piece, bro. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I’m a complex individual just trying to live a simple life simply… the irony of life does make me feel a way… thank you as always for reading TRL
Wow Demar. That was such a heartfelt and deep poem. I could feel each line. That makes me think of a discussion I had one time where we were wondering if dark exists or if it’s just the absence of light. Does cold exist or is it just the absence of heat? Same with one of your lines. I can feel your pain though, the utter question of just why. Why must there be evil? Why can’t people just get along? Wonderful poem.
Thank you Allie, I struggle to understand why… don’t let me get to how or what or when LOL. Still I love poetry, even with this turmoil inside me I could release it through art… maybe pleasure is the absence of pain.. as always thank you for reading and your response
Your story resonated with me on a profound level. Living on Florida's southeastern coast, I've frequently contemplated my life's path and the decisions that led me here, especially considering the world's current state. As a mixed couple - my husband was Jewish, and I'm Roman Catholic - we faced our share of adversity when we settled in a southern county known for its intolerance towards Jewish people. Unfortunately, the area's negativity can be overwhelming at times. However, the anniversary of my husband's passing yesterday made your words particularly poignant, reminding me of the importance of shared experiences. Thank you for your moving account.
Wow Friendship… thank you for sharing with me your story… I really appreciate you reading my work. I contemplate my life a lot, if I’m going to get old I want to do things that help me in aging… one of those is finding a place to live… I’m still not sure where is the best place for me
🙏❤️🙏
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