The Human Condition


Our cozy little planet is presumed to have existed for over four and a half billion years. In the most recent three of those, it has been teeming with life. They come and go, and more than we will ever know of. The truth is there have been many species of fascinating creatures that crawled, squirmed, floated, swam, galloped, trotted, scurried, walked, ran and flown throughout our ever changing environment called Earth. Each had its mechanism for being. Each had the means with which to move about, perpetuate and thrive; the means with which to process some form of cognition, or maybe at the very least the means with which to perceive. Each had within it the mechanism responsible for ending the inadequate; the unnecessary; the obsolete. Some of these creatures persisted for millions of years before the mechanism within them led them down that narrowing path. To appear as if they never existed or at best to forever sequel into a display at the Smithsonian. To be something to learn from. We humans, the latest upgrade model of hominid, are no different. We have our own mechanism of survival, perpetuation, and ultimately, our own demise, “The Human Condition.”

The human condition, it mars the soul, and burdens the spirit. It is the initiating tool, cycle and grand culmination of all of societies mistakes and undoings. Whether you think of it as sin, failure, shortcomings, ethical or moral turpitude, or unhealthy normal reactions to abnormal stress. It divides us from harmony. It unites us in doleful conspiracy. It diminishes our value as a species. It threatens to resolve our issues with finality. To cure the infection we fester upon this planet by allowing us to render ourselves onto the path of extinction. We can learn to heal the wounds of the human condition. Treat the symptoms, and practice good preventative care, and we will prevail. Cure the human condition and we will evolve to something better; something truly amazing.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

When she says...


     Should you ever find yourself sitting next to a truly inspiring woman, and she turns to you and says, "write me a poem."  Well then, there is only one thing you can do ~ Comply!
 
Yes
Patrick B Oviedo Jr.
August 29th 2012

Curiosity Abounds

What remarkable aspirations storm behind that regal affectation?

Sitting there in her presence, learning of a natural lucidity...

What wondrous inspirations abide with innocent, coy tenor to belie the easy heart?

Casually she graced me with the intrigue of a guileful, slightly raised brow...

Can she see there lurking, my golem in the shadow of insecurities?

On occasion I bear witness to a beam of dawn from the corner of her mouth...

When she draws in the aura, do the newly warmed, elated molecules long to stay forever?

Graced with once, maybe twice, a soft chortle; a hint to the secret pathways to her heart...

When she bathes, do the legions of life giving droplets find themselves in reverence of her flawless pale skin?

I submit, to those queries there is only one possible, happy retort...

Yes, unequivocally, without doubt, for most certain, beyond all denial, absolutely...

Yes!
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