August 8, 2012
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Caveman Nastalgia
I daydream a lot about being a Neanderthal
Being the first to recognize my own mortality
By burying my own
Where you must kill your own food
And take shelter from the storm
To skin the dead for cover of
This skin of mine
Pale and pink from sun and wind
If we recognized our deaths
We must've recognized our vessels
The scars and the hair and why it grows where it does
About how it has made it to the 21st Century
(As if it did, it is said it has not
Homo sapiens wears the crown)
Where it is bathed in soaps and fragrances
To different stresses of rapid information
Carpal tunnel
Carpe Diem
We keep inching towards Occam's Razor
And with this minimum effort we become lazy with comfort
Of course unless you go to where things have yet to develop in this method
Where the price of clean water must equal Clear Channel
I peek at them and they peek back
My motor skills and visual perception operate roughly the same
My reptilian stem feels the emotions coming from a smile
My cortex understands the perceived danger of trusting too many smiles
The language comes back muffled
But it is language
My body sighs and sifts back in time
To the recognition of burying my own kind22. Write a PROSE POEM about your naked body ( 5pts)
Comments (12)
Oh hells to the yes, NtheG. Tres Bien.
"Nastalgia" sounds like some sort of unpleasant memory. Cool poem, bro. I particularly like "If we recognized our deaths/We must've recognized our vessels."
excellente', Nelson.
great work
I don't understand it. Maybe if I look at it again in the daylight it will be clearer.
There are some of my kind that I have wished I could bury, and others that I have helped bury that I miss tremendously.
I wonder whether Neanderthal and Homo Sapiens were really different species. I have my doubts.
What would happen if you shaved Schrodinger's Cat with Occam's Razor?
I don't understand either Nelson, but I do know it sure is nice to see you on here again.
"To different stresses of rapid information
Carpal tunnel
Carpe Diem
We keep inching towards Occam's Razor"
particularly good.
I don't understand it all, but I like the parts I do understand awfully much.
We still rarely bury our own kind and understand our vessel...for the limits it possesses...and I think we are already on Occum's Razor so far too late for the cat to undo the gordian knots...we have made of life..so lets do bury our own kind and sit beside them as they die not run from reality and beauty..death can be beautiful and informative...transformative..lets dig the graves and build the boxes that hold our clans people and recognize the vessels we live in
Unexpected
This body
Sinew and bone
Fat over muscle
Hair in less places than expected
IIt is unexpected
The whole of me(?) in the mirror
Unexpected
Under appreciated
Mainly Unexpected
Always has been
From first memories
Me in the mirror ,....me
This body
Grew
Up to slowly
Older to fast
Every change really unexpectedly
It in the mirror
It is not Me
I am not It
My Body Au Naturale
Unexpected
Burn it when I am finished with It
Scatter whats left to make the flower bloom in some springtime
( on wings of my spirit)
do I get 9 points now?
@OnSpiritWings - You get 10
@distractedbyzombies -@Roadkill_Spatula - @heart_beep - We are all the same...and we are still furry humans...there I spoiled it...
@Seranish_Shores - Thank you
@Roadkill_Spatula - It would be cool if they were the same species...
@godfatherofgreenbay - @plantinthewindow - Thank you sirs...
@BunnyBliz - Something about being the first to bury others intrigues me...
@anvilsandedelweiss - Thank you dearest...