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What Is Youth? Poem

What is youth?

Life moves quickly.
Moments elapse into
songs that helps me reminisce;
but, it’s fleeting—
like clouds on a sunny day,
the ones that disappear
into the blue infinite
depth.
That same depth that
circumnavigates our
magnificent earth.
I hold onto my thoughts like picture albums,
as I stand with skinned knees
and a happy smile.
Little did I know
like the cumulus shade that
skips through the pregnant sky.
That the sun I love would not stop counting my days.
Where did my youth go?
It’s the same sky, sun, and Earth;
but now my joints ache
and my smile is etched
by a life filled with plenty of
happiness and
twice the hardships;
a little older,
a bit wiser.
I’m toughened by tragic loss.
I wish I could be young again.
I wish I could go out and play;
to be back by dusk without care
as I sit down with my family,
while laughingly
recounting my escapades.

Youth is a warm familiar blanket I rest under.
Youth is the memory of days gone by that I cherish
like a baby Lark cherishes its mother’s cozy nest.

Don’t Study Philosophy

Why you should reconsider becoming a philosophy major.

Look what happened to me:

* I hate academia and macadamia nuts.
* I think way too much—over analyze.
* I can’t buy into the status quo or any presidential nominees.
* I have an outrageous sense of humor, that frankly, no one understands.
* I am bitterly sarcastic about everything.
* I read philosophy to settle down while I drink beer—Thank you Prof. Robin Roth.
* Rather than listen to music on my way to work, I listen to erudite people explain the meaning of things. Everyone finds this boring except “moi.”
* I rather go to a book store and read Dante or Nietzsche than go to a party.
* I have a hard time understanding adults and their silly views.
* Religion and I are bitter polemical friends—
*I am a mental mess when left alone with my thoughts.

If you want to mess up your life forever be a philosophy major.

Postmodern Bias—philosophy

Postmodern dilemma—
Everything that’s written
is biased.

When Nietzsche
declared God is dead,
so went objectivity.

On Learning-Philosophy

Learning is predicated on discovery
if we can foster the latter
then there’ll be
a natural love for the former.

April 14th-Poem

April 14:
Poured a bath
lukewarm
sat and read
some Spanish poems.
Then, I opened up
Instagram and played with
hashtags on my iPhone 4.
The bath suddenly cold,
I turned the faucet leftwards
as hot water
made its way towards
my bones.
I felt the surge of warmth and
sunk deeper
into the libation
until my nose
like a periscope
dipped
below the surface I’d poured.

Philosophical Clarification—Poem

Philosophy clarification—
Nietzsche’s Gay Science
(Die fröhliche Wissenschaft) or
gai saber
is not about homosexuality.
(It contains Nietzsche’s poems)
It alludes to Provençal poetry
that is, poets of Provence—
Troubadours whose poetry
contributed to the birth of
modern European poetry.
Even though I disagree
with this narrative—anyone
with half-a-brain knows
that Andalusians birthed
European poetics and that
Troubadour’s derived their
skills from Iberian bards—
whose minarets daily announced
in loud voices—
God is great!

On Hapiness and Suffering—Poem

Nietzsche left his prestigious professorship at Basel
to dedicate himself to writing
his home became the Swiss Alps
His philosophy effused with mountain air,
he began to suffer.

Writing brings its form of tribulation,
There’s no money in it,
food and clothing becomes scarce.
there’s a mental battle—stress that comes
from the need to survive and
the desire for creativity.

Art is not easy to create:
not the kind that changes history,
not the kind that moves humanity;
many travel the road, but few come out
on the other side, because as the
hardships arise they lose
their motivation.

His philosophy was shaped
by the understanding that
life gives us moments of
euphoria and adversity.

They’re twin sisters—
two distinct notes
that should be used in order
to compose beautiful and
meaningful music.

An artist that perceives
the importance of
pleasure and distress
who doesn’t eschew one
for another, Nietzsche
believes—has a greater
chance to to make lasting
and memorable art.

Existential Sulking-Poem

I did my best,
I wear my eyes with pride
I stood up to the lies.
I stand tall in the face of
existential adversity.

It resounds,
like the unintelligible chatter
of angry cockatiels.

Desire is the inconsequential
splatter
after a dinner party.

I’ll clean up the mess—
with warm water and
a purple bubble bath.

I’m looking forward to wearing you
like that toasty bathrobe in my closet;
right after I sulk—
In between
the shutters and rain outside.