Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Hell On Earth: The Defective Species Plods On...

This war.  That war.  This conflict. That one.  Uprisings, overthrows. "Arab Spring": (Bullshit).  Rape, pillage, and plunder daily.  Pirates.  Murder, more specifically getting away with it!  None of this madness will EVER end.  I'm not a pessimist:  Just being real.  I mean look around, read, watch, listen:  Can any of you really believe in the human race, this profoundly defective species?  

Yes, I know that many will say, "Oh but there's so much good to be found in the world, so many kind and decent people."  Yes, but are they actually making a difference?  Convince me.  Please. 
Related post:  "Defective". (Poem: "naked in the sand") April 4, 2009.

Artist: Chris Holden 

ghosts of the living 

destruction/creation may be the same force, 
but how to step beyond it all and rise above 
our defective nature? 

perhaps this human condition is that duality, 
and keeps us in the hell we attempt to relegate 
to an afterlife. 

atrocity is a vision,
a philosophy enjoined 
with human ghosts 
of the living. 

Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Text  ©2011 R. Burnett Baker 


  1. oh Rick i go with you. but i always believe there will be an end for everything. in my own opinion, it's just that as we make our OWN world complicated everyday it is becoming to hard to handle. thus sometimes lead to being atrocious to survive.

    on the other hand, is there a way to go back to basics? so we can go back to being simple human being. and no more conflicts...



  2. we are a complicated brilliant mess.

  3. This wouldn't have anything to do with the Casey Anthony thing, would it? I swear, that shit's crazy. Jewel (Kilcher) tweeted Casey is the new OJ and I'm like WTF?!

  4. Thanks for the poem, sir. Re: meaningless and nasty humanity: For what it's worth, I think we are here to get some sort of a job done. It perhaps involves both technology, and finding balance. I suspect we may be a stage in the planet's awakening process, to be replaced if we fail by some 'handy' alternate such as the rat or crow. I could see vermin in little spectacles, building monuments and pondering, very shortly after our departure. And thanks again for the poem! Inspiring entertainment.

  5. Hmmm -- I agree with you on the grand scale -- Man is the worst natural disaster of all. But on the personal scale, the small one to one scale, I see a lot of goodness.

    Meaningless? Probably. Who said there had to be a meaning?