
Nothing now will change the mind
Of what’s decided by mankind
For all the proofs and arguments made
The highest price is always paid
A spear for heads, a sword for hearts
In search of union, the pulled-aparts
Secrets buried for manipulation
Histories bound for exploitation
The past once written on papyrus page
Wisdom to be lent to a future age
New evidence brings into dispute
The wisest moral substitute
And one true path could be agreed
By humanity unburdened, freed
Yet as decided by mankind
Nothing now will change their mind
Submitted to No Theme Thursday (picture prompt) and Poets and Storytellers United – substitution – a meditation on the stupidity of mankind when presented with the tools for wisdom and peace.
Today I’m feeling:
Pretty good again with a little clarity. I think that is coming from the skipping of Tramadol but the other effect of that is feeling less inspired and ponderous.
So after cleaning the entertainment area and stretching out my back this morning, I took one and will see how I feel later today.
This morning feels like a winter morning with nice, clean and clear cool air and it reminds me to look forward to this time of year and think about doing some bike rides again, which I haven’t been on since last winter.
I’m surprised my body isn’t more stiff this morning, as I spent about 17 hours in bed yesterday, either sleeping or reading. I read a great Paul Jenkins story called Revelations and, despite being tired, read the whole six issues. A great Vatican murder conspiracy with awesome artwork.
Health:
Physical: 7
Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
Chatting with Matt a little yesterday about maybe jamming some music together soon. To be honest, I’m a little scared as I really am hopeless at playing guitar and haven’t been excited enough to practice much recently.
I do also recognise, though, that doing something creative would give me more reason to practice and improve myself. I’m talking myself into doing it.
The best thing about today was:
Organising more things on my computer, in my room and on my blog. My old MacBook has finally given up, so I’m trying to get my music altogether on my old iMac, which is still going pretty well these days.
I was glad to spend a fair few hours in there today instead of succumbing to any afternoon snoozing.


“one true path” – but how many religions lay claim to it? What hope is there?
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Yeah, that’s the point. And each religion ignores the fact that the path is the exact fxxxing same!
I recently read (and been thinking about) Arthur C Clarke’s Childhood’s End where a ‘benevolent’ alien race comes to Earth and purely because these aliens are there, humanity chills out and starts getting along. Why do we need an external to bring us together?
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And no AI. The new nuclear bomb? I have always felt the good will outweigh the rest as a natural state, but lately not so sure.
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I’m not so worried about AI – it ‘could’ be a great positive for societies though it will require changes that may upset some. Ok, ok. Let’s try to stay positive.
More positive poetry coming soon!
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How I truly wish your words didn’t have the bitter taste of truth to them. Beautifully written. 🙏
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Thanks Kevin. 🙏
I’ve been in a slightly bitter writing mood recently!
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I totally understand. I was there very recently myself.
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Secrets buried for manipulationHistories bound for exploitation, There is so much to ponder in your poem, I read it thrice. Nicely written
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Thank you. 🙏 I keep reading and pondering it too!
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Excellent poem, Shaun, and truthfully written.
I really enjoyed these lines, “Secrets buried for manipulation / Histories bound for exploitation.”
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Thanks Nicole – appreciated. 🙏
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