Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Notes

 


Why it got weird

This is on Avalanche for a reason.  Besides, I'm about done with rhoetry.  Not much inspiration going on.  I think it has to do with bending my brain into a pretzel for fifteen years.  I will be completely done with that, after this piece.  

The thorn

Men have sought surcease.  They should have been seeking success. 

What behaviour would you expect from someone with a thorn that keeps digging deeper over a lifetime in their side?  They may learn to function.  With superhuman effort, they may even act like a human being.  

What of a thorn of mental anguish?

We need to open up completely about the subject that has plagued humanity unseen for ages.

The thorn in the side of men is not beyond a man's capabilities to remove.  It is only beyond an animal's.

The ability to express one's love in the simplest, most fundamental form imaginable is imaginable.  That's the problem. 

It confounded our ancestors.  There is no reason for it to continue to confound modern man.

The two genders have been talking, thinking, and existing at cross purposes for at least three millennia.  The roads never intersect.  No one admits what is going on.

My frustration is hitting new heights as as my clarity increases.  I have yet to meet one person that does not resort to gods, quirks, distractions, or "that's just the way it is" to excuse humanity's behaviour and predicament. 

In order to get any further, I need someone to accept that we need not remain broken.  Yeah, my life was broken.  Big deal.  It's broken for everybody.  I just admitted it and moved on.  Why should it continue broken for future generations?

Do I have regrets in this life?  Not a one.  I could have acted like everything was okay when it is clearly not.  No, I have no regrets.  I would only regret not seeking our humanity.

I know the answer.  I've already laid it out perfectly for anyone that can take a leap of confidence in themselves.  Without that leap of certainty, there's little more worth saying at this point.

Some may say that love, in all its forms, is the individual's choice.  That is true. 

It remains a beggar's choice until the most natural choice for expressing/sharing love is available to anyone that desires it.  

It couldn't be more obvious.  Why do we scrabble so much about sex?  Why is the subject of sex so contentious?  Coitus.

The male gender, in general, cannot yet ring that bell.  That conclusion has been suppressed by men for three millennia.  

Men can finally gain full confidence in themselves and, thereby, gain self-respect for themselves when that bell is rung consistently by any man that so desires.

Talk about crazy.  We have suppressed that which makes life worth living for a human.  It's not surprising.  It was inevitable until the day that men could not only discuss the issue but, also, remedy it.

A single generation of humanity must free itself from the blindness.  Then, we move forward into our humanity!

The twists and turns of the last three millennia are endless. 

So much of the clutter of nonsense we endure will disappear once we just admit what is going on.  Can you think of another subject in which humanity purposely deludes itself?

I't's not that some (very, very few) men have what it takes and the others are just out of luck.  It is something the whole of the male gender must realize is within its capacity.  It is something at which any man can succeed and almost no man succeeds today.  We have been thinking like an animal about a human issue.

One of the most crucial twists and turns is that, because we don't speak of it, the continued inability creates paranoia.

The other most crucial twist is that men have misunderstood the problem entirely.

It's understandable, if you study long and hard enough.  It all adds up.  It's just a being that is finding its way beyond its animal bounds to its human potential.  Finally.

For another piece of evidence of how screwed up we are about sex, take a look at any sex education class.  It's like children teaching children, none of whom know what to say because the subject has never been broached.  We continue to act like befuddled and spoiled children when it comes to sex.

Men don't want to talk about it.  Women don't know what to think about it.  This is the barrier reinforced for three millennia.  The cross-purpose on which we broke.  

The genders are not communicating at all because the male gender remains confounded and doesn't want to talk about it. 

How are women supposed to deal with that?  How can women possibly attribute men's behaviour to something that they do not understand at all, that a woman does without even trying.

The female gender is perceived as gentle, mature, loving, caring for all of the wrong reasons.  It is not because they are women.  It is not because they have children.  They are wholly human because their love is not curtailed by their own act. 

You see?  I hit points like this where there is so much to explain in different directions. None of them, by themselves, explains the complex mess of a race attempting to unleash its humanity, unconstrained by its animal past.  Coitus is the heart of all of it.

Men don't need to be taught how to love.

How do I simply plot the thread from the animal's mindless behaviour to the stupour and dystopia in which we exist and the actual culprit of the unloving enactment of coitus.  

Without full sharing, our existence remains discombobulated. 

Coitus needs improvement.  Everybody knows that.  The more sensible humans adapt and find a way to make the sexual encounter work.  

I see the human suffering caused.  It is the riddle of the highest order.  Linking all of the suffering to the failure of coitus to become human took a lifetime.  

Maybe my biggest breakthrough of all was realizing that it is not about what the individual does.  It is about what the human race does.   The juggernaut of genders running at cross-purposes breaks the train.  Their loving greases the rails.

Rather than whine about it, make excuses, become riled about the surface issues that mean nothing without the deeper understanding, or dream my life away, I faced the situation from which every man before me has turned away in shame.

You can whine that you're doing fine.  You may not be wrong there, either.  But, the human race is not doing fine.  The human race remains a mess and this is the reason.  

The two genders are in entirely different orbits.  All because of the befuddlement caused by the failure of coitus to become a human, loving event.

It really makes sense.  Expressing one's love through the act of coitus specifically is unique to humanity.  Gazing into each other's eyes during the act of coitus is also.  Does it still surprise you that the lights are turned out so often?  We literally blind ourselves.  The magic only happens when both express their love.  Anything less is a travesty.

Whatever.  The point is that all of the nonsense batted about regarding sex, in general, is a farce until coitus comes into its own.  The arguments regarding sex lead nowhere without comprehension of the the lead act, coitus.

Coitus can create a fulfilling experience for both that is beyond the animal.  It is not beyond men.

It's always there, buried in the hidden depths of our minds.  We   can conceive of an experience that an animal cannot match.  We've hidden from that simple realization for three millennia. 

The shock at puberty of realizing that coitus is compromised hits every one right between the eyes.  We have never talked about it at all.  We call it 'adjusting to the real world' or maturing.  It is deception of a race that must learn to rely on its clarity.

Look at the big picture.  The promise of sentience is clarity.  Clarity will prove to men that they can succeed.

The stupour works just fine for animals but animals don't have the weight of the world and the means to destroy it or nurture it at their fingertips.

The behavioural lessons learned by men's failure in bed are two. 1) that it's all about taking and 2) self-deception.

Why should humanity unwittingly accept any limitations?  

We have only explored what is done regarding coitus.  The analysis has only gone so far as to record results. No one has explored the question of what a man, with all of the knowledge gained over three millennia, can do?

He can learn to love in a manner that will change the world.  He can do it with ease.

I'm only asking that we think like humans.  It does not take an extraordinary mind to walk or talk.  Talking is far more complex than learning to abstain from using a few muscles when desired.

Three minutes is as good as an animal can expect. An animal cannot get beyond its instincts.  We can.

If a human can speak, walk, ride a bike, or play on a cellphone or video game, they can easily succeed at loving coitus.

The question has never even been raised.  "Can men learn to consistently do better at coitus and fulfill the dream?"  

I raised that question and the answer is a resounding, "YES!"

Because we think, because we look at things with conscious awareness, it affects our reality, whether we like it or not.  It affects our behaviour.  

It won't go away.  The questions will just keep coming until it is resolved and the thorn removed.


That's all.  I've done what I can online without any interaction.  Publishing hasn't worked a bit.  I'll leave this up but that's the last.  It has to be something else.  I know not what.

Give me a reason to believe this has been worth the effort.  I have tried fourteen times.  I can't, on my own, see any reason why this would be any different.  

That missing 90% of the brain that spends its time contending with all of the contradictions in human life can be unleashed.  That is not hyperbole.  In the absence of the stupour, the potential of our humanity will be staggering to behold.

Ask yourself why do you hesitate?  Is it too much to believe without the relying on the herd nodding their heads.

The only reason it is not considered manly to love with enthusiasm is that the enthusiasm is squashed out of every time he fails.

Once they can love, make no mistake, they will do it with fervor, relish, and grace.  Who wouldn't?


No matter what, I have to thank you.  I just have to hope you are reading this.  For the last eight years, I have striven to make this as clear as possible in order to make it clear to you.

I have, at least, made it clear to myself.  That's something. 


If someone would like to help ne convey that we are within touching distance of our humanity, I would be deeply grateful.  

Our humanity!  Your jaw should be dropping to the floor, right about now!

Otherwise ...


For any men out there, I get it.  You think you've tried everything, when you didn't even know the problem.

The problem isn't halting the final results (which is what the great majority of you attempt).  It's halting the issue altogether before it ever begins.  The former is a non-starter.  The latter is success.

I'll publish the book with my latest refinements only if someone says they'll read it.  There's plenty already in the published books.  It's just that I keep refining the insights with each writing as it becomes more comprehensible.

I was just reading the perfect ending in a story about a famous Judo master,  On his death bed, he requested to be buried in a white belt rather than black because he wanted to be remembered as a learner, not a master.

Why it got weird, part II

If you look over the last few hundred years, we took a swing at being human and missed by a mile.  We developed manners, courtesy, all of the frictionless ways to live and it didn't take. 

Something has begrudged success at our being human.

Take a look around.  I promise you, all of the angst, simmering anger, and delusions you see today will be a thing of the past once we admit to clarity.


I will have to transfer this to A Sentient Perspective at some point.  It clutters up Avalanche way too much but this is her home.

Monday, October 28, 2024

Eloquence

 I'll ask, once again.  I could really, really use some help.  So much is falling into place.  I also realize why it would be helpful to have a woman's input.  I don't want to get into it too much because it is still in the initial stages of development but, what it comes down to, is that women are eloquent.

I expect the one that I most desire to interact with would reject that without a second thought.  Be that as it may, I cannot try to explain further in written word.

It is all coming together and it would be nice to have some support.

Sunday, October 20, 2024

"Colours"

  Colours 

A strength resides upon love's grace within eternal halls

No force of time or man can ever breach these sturdy walls

Upon the rampart's walk, impatience stirs, the passion calls

Across the land, the spell as winter's blight of guilt enthralls

But, slowly, now, enchanted land gives way to life and Spring

The crocus blooms, the squirrel romps, and birds begin to sing

The memories retain their force, but glistening returns

The sun upon the dew-filled land evaporates concerns

Despair and all its pitied ilk no longer hold them fast

Discoveries of life and love, the endless vistas vast

The land is well renewed as all the panic now subsides

Upon the mount of memories, the heart so boldly rides

From keep and through the gate, they canter through the broader world

To flowers thrown, and lances raised, the pennant is unfurled

Time has reinforced the colours of this endless love

The gifts are clear, the end is seen, the heart does rise above



Tuesday, September 10, 2024

" The Wonder of Her"

 The Wonder of Her

The wonder of Her I do not know

But, oh, so dearly, wish it so

Her magic ripples through the air

The wonder of it leaves you bare

But, oh, I wish it so

To say that She is made of lace

Fulfilled in elegance of grace

Begins the loving, slow


I know, deep down, the wonder lies

That I would never compromise

But, oh, to revel in Her grace

Raise the tide to loving pace

Is all that I would know


This may need work.  I wrote it in a moment, just a few moments ago.

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Happy Birthday 2024

 Happy birthday 2024, My Gypsy Empress


You spread your wings and fly beyond all bounds

Of  strictures held by all relentless hounds

You glisten in the morning of new dawn

I pray you love until all wind is drawn

The passion of the moment turns to passion everlasting

Beyond the bounds and scope of life's tremendous casting

My vision has been focused on your love deserved

In presence of spectacular delight as lightly served

As selfless as can vastly be construed and still retain 

The sanity so necessary midst the pouring rain

Don't worry, I don't cry that much

Immensity of time and such

Assures me we connect

All lives in retrospect

I'll love you all eternity, I celebrate each ray

When time arrives in which we both will sing and play

Excitement all I care to feel

Anticipating love so real

Let the hardened armour deliquesce 

Enough for interchange to acquiesce



Happy Birthday 2024

 Happy Birthday 2024, Artful Dodger

Unto the day, impatiently I wait

For wonder that will come to celebrate

I always start on poems way too soon

In restless state beneath the summer moon

This year is different in degree

I start this poem in the lee

Of winter's frost

The wind picks up the song of celebration

Sends it off in high anticipation

Across the sea, the plains, and mountain ranges

Echoes all your grace that never changes

Amidst the forest rumour flies

From the flowers to the skies

Of heart embossed


Wings are spread as angels seek the ground

Flutters stilled as angels seek the sound

Of ache and love that only one can sing

Deep body blows midst revelries that ring