Throwing stones at Philosophers

Aa Harvey



Throwing stones at Philosophers

 

 

Critical conscience is not an admittance of ambivalence,

But a philosopher once said:

“You threw a rock at my head Fred!”

A road along a path is but a journey to nowhere,

If your cart is broken by a donkey or the donkey is dead.

In all the worlds that I have imagined,

Surely all things are possible,

Except finality of bravery;

A human once said.

 

 

If I read your body language correctly,

You speak only of the bee disease,

But a bee society has never ever been set free.

So what use is it to me?

I am no slave, nor have I ever been free,

In this world you have created,

Figuratively.

 


I…am a human being!

And once upon a time I was quite happy,

Until you chanced upon a whim to throw a rock at me.

“I never did!”  Lied he.  “And so what if I did?

I never meant anything by it.

I just wanted to see if I could do it

And whether I should or I shouldn’t is irrelevant.

I could, so I did

And if it got into your head,

Then at least I made you think.”

 

 

As I quietly pondered and thoughtfully wondered,

I was stunned, simply floundered at his absolute arrogance!

And a plundered thought was thus born...

Is he right…?

Nay!

War!

 

 

I will return his helpful hint with a tenfold of my own!

And so began The Battle of the Naut and the Earth

And upon Gods breath I roamed.

All that remain are a pile of bones,

Covered in boulders and sprinkled with stones.

 

 

If a man cannot agree, then folly!

I will become a beast and the nature of the thing,

Will forever be seen and heard!

But never truly understood.

I’d better read another book.

Look out duck!

“What?”  Said the thought bubble.

Never been at one with seeing double,

But now inflamed with insight,

I was clearly in and seeing trouble

And as sure as light, there came another stone,

From (this time) a complete unknown.

 

 

Oh the contradictions thought philosopher Uno,

As he strapped his helmet on as if he could predict the future;

And sure enough, just as peace had been bartered for and sold,

There came a clink, followed by a blink, and a thud and a lost think…

“Forget this!  I’m going home.”

 

 

So as I was roaming through the seven layers of Hell,

I thought I’ll have to ask directions to save myself.

Maybe a goodish citizen will pray tell me where the Hell I am!

Oh, excuse me young man, I was wondering if you can,

Or rather, could, tell me where the Hell I am?

The man he simply smiled and then he loudly laughed,

As he burst into a thousand screaming insect eggs!

This is not a laughing matter!  I said,

And pretty soon they were crawling up my legs.

 

 

So I ran and I ran as fast as I could,

But it did no good.

They were a part of me now and to each other we were each stuck

And it was all I could do to not let out a high pitched scream!

So I did.

And within a glimpse of time immemorial itself,

I had managed to escape from the dream.

 

 

(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2018 02:53
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments2

  • Lorna

    Goodness! Where you took us with this one AA! What a flight into imagination.... like a short story! I so enjoyed! You threw a rock at our heads!

    • Aa Harvey

      Thank you. I am very happy to see that you enjoyed reading this poem, because I love this poem. I wrote a fan-fiction story the other day about Osymandias, so I guess that must be where the story element came from. At this precise moment in time, in my humble opinion, it is the best poem I have ever written, but I think that about a lot of new poems. I guess I will just say I love this poem too.

      "Now nothing ever lasts forever, no.
      One minute you're here and the next you're gone,
      So I respect you, wanna take it slow...
      I need a mental receipt to know this moment I owe...

      A little souvenir.
      Can I steal it from you?
      To memorize the way you shock me...

      Baby, I know you ain't scared to catch feels;
      Feels with me...

      I'm wearing your goggles;
      Virtual reality.
      It ain't what it cost you,
      It might be a dollar,
      As long as it shocks you.
      Memory.
      Electricity..."

      Calvin Harris - Feels ft. Pharrell Williams, Katy Perry, Big Sean.

      Peace, love and empathy.

      • Lorna

        oooooo - you should post it as a poem for community. "Look on my works ye mighty and despair!"

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        A great write, Aa!
        That was a ā€œhellā€ of a dream... but it was fun to read!

        ~Laura~

        • Aa Harvey

          Thank you. Sometimes a poem comes along and makes me happy, because I enjoy reading it so much, and luckily enough I was the one who managed to write this one. I do write poems for myself, and poetry I would like to read, so it is nice when other people like what I write too.

          "A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step."

          Lao-Tzu



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