Schoolyard friends.. social tends.. ‘bends’ ends fun and splash.. marble games.. some gain fame.. speak of war and cash..
Yet when still as still can quiet.. motion seems to freeze.. seek religion.. seeking faith in.. tears.. bloody knees..
Disgust felt as mucous lumps.. when I suck sickled fudge.. true came to fetch me.. for the ‘final judge’..
Everyone in everyplace trying for a fit.. even blind with heart and mind have caught a glimpse of it..
Youngster dreaming future.. while living love and lust.. speak hushed tones bout the groans of loving.. spoke of trust..
At thirty years.. your laughs through tears.. still decades more of young.. dig to play.. art view true.. stories played and sung..
I weigh in if able.. seek forgiveness for each grudge.. keep it right each second’s night.. for the ‘final judge’
Thought.. ‘Looking to 19th and early 20th century philosophers there is what I believe to be unnecessary mathematical association.
Though graphs.. stats.. and abstract summary are interesting and may foretell social curves to a degree..
The variable of human behavior decries mathematical certainty..
I further believe this association was created in effort and search for validation from ‘hard science’.. to do everything from ‘earn a living’ to progress into the endless veil.. and passing clarity of each second..
As an artist I must surrender to who I am.. to be what I am.. and present it..
A scientist.. though burdened with the same need for truth.. does have luxury of leaving the formulas and particle theories in the lab..
Each and every one of our species.. in whatever action or task.. in whatever discovery.. invention.. love and hatred.. is finding a way to live and share our wonderful home..