Elonmanthoughts

 Here we are again, dissecting an issue that's the core of most religions as we know them. Why do we help others? Should we? Do we have to?  What happens if we can help them but decide not to? The shortest answer, according to religion, is that God will punish us if we don't. But that's taking the easy way out; human nature is not that simple. Let's start by defining some terms. Morality. Plato says it is 'the effective harmony of the whole.'  Jesus said it is 'showing kindness to the weak.' Nietzsche says it is 'the bravery of the strong.' Elusive, I know. According to The Cambridge Dictionary, it is 'a set of personal or social standards for good or bad behavior and character.' Let's roll with that for now. A set of standards, personal or social, for good or bad behavior and character. By saying social or personal, that doesn't give our definition the exclusivity that we need, because there are things I would consider to be mora...

 Dreams and their superficial undertones. Let's kill those two elusive birds with one stone - logic. You see, with dreams, you don't need an expert to bombard you with psychological jargon or 'devoted' Christians to blow your world out of proportion by mistaking your dreams for doomsday. All you need to do is study your own dreams over the years.  Sounds easy, doesn't it? Well, that's because it is. Our aim in trying to understand our dreams is to lead a somewhat easier life. I don't suppose there is any noble end that we are running towards here. Dreams happen for a few simple reasons. First, when we are overexcited about something in real life, our subconscious takes note and decides to relive those moments when we are asleep. These are mostly good dreams. Second, when we are trying to suppress something, perhaps a traumatic experience. When those thoughts want to sprout into their full realization but are trimmed by the sharp knife that is our conscious f...

  I tried running away My legs with swiftness gave in Then to the whores A cheap release To the bars Happiness alas There is no escape From a monster that Lives in your head.

  It isn't what people say That our feelings hurt But what they don't Words that hide in darkness Inside the cracks on a wall They may weigh like feathers But crash the heart Like an asteroid would.

  My heart weeps for the wild beasts That were captured by other beasts Bound in chains, silenced by whips Forced to endure the cold The hostile climate, clotheless From one continent to the next To be accorded better names To be stripped of their beastly beings They were stolen for profits It is always known, and the beasts Are forced to mate with each other As the offsprings mean more coins How ironic, that beasts steal Other beasts to make them Humans.

  The pile of shit that fuels beautiful roses The tides that carry us to a beautiful island Or the rocks that end up as cornerstones So should your trauma lead you to life.

  The thrill is gone, baby And with it your hold How powerless you are  How mad you must be That my happiness No longer from you it stems. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

  Loved I have And lost as well But you I find And my mind  Is made up I never will  Let you go. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

A few days to live, he said Make sure you spend it with Those you cherish and love Shouldn't the world stop? I asked myself, but outside The wind blew, people chatted Engines ran, life lifed I never meant anything I concluded, and watching The stars in anguish I made friends with my death. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

Bring her to me For I to see Such great beauty And my only duty Is her to love Till the days last. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

All this haste For things I hate And being late To calls of fate. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

  Why have I gotta Beg and plead for Your attention, but Never your scold.

  For the beast inside me To shoot out, and push My weakness out of the way I had to kill a part of me And gain greatness.  ~ Elonmanthoughts.

  If death must come I want you to die first Just so I make sure That your grave is as beautiful  As you always wanted And So I will know where to start Looking for you When I die. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

 To learn to love myself I thought loving you would help But you didn't even love yourself, darling How were you supposed to love me? ~ Elonmanthoughts.

 I run for the bottle But you whisper to me in every sip I hide in sleep, But you're the sailor of my dreams I thought death would free me But there you are at the throne. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

 Imagine those little shits who never had to Fight for anything, everything just fell on their laps Never really understood the taste of the chase The appeal of the anticipation  How they must hate their lives And how little they must think of life. ~ Elonmanthoughts.

 If you could look at yourself through my eyes You'd die of weariness Having to see yourself fall from Heaven Every time I see you And drowning in the depths of your ocean eyes.  - Elonmanthoughts.

  Hide the cuffs and the whips, The stench of leather is too much, I whip you and dominate you, And yet I can't even ask for a raise, I force you to call me daddy, But inside I feel like a boy, Where does one even start, To become a secure man.

 You can ask anyone who had eyes and dared to use them. You can ask them about Kituku.  A short, plump man with short and sturdy legs. With a round face like a globe, chubby like a baby's. The thick beard tried to help him play man. But it didn't help much; it made him look like a coconut.  His wardrobe consisted of two blue khaki trousers, three shirts, a jacket, and a pair of sandals. And then there was his daily uniform - the green reflector boda boda guys wear.  He was as strange as they come, but a little mystery has never hurt anybody. Kituku is one of those guys you just can't have enough of once you meet. He will subject you to a deep black hole of questions without answers, and when you've mentally exhausted yourself, you'll ask, "Why the hell do I care?" and then your landlord will knock.  He is a person who elicits all kinds of feelings from the people who look in his direction. Without saying a word. Some get angry, some pity him, some just wan...

 Dear son, My boy, it's been ten years since I last saw your beautiful eyes. I have been here and there, experiencing life in its different shades. I don't know what to tell you, for I don't know the man you've mutated into.  You've only seen me like four times in your life, my boy, and I can't conjure up a worthy excuse for my absenteeism. You came into the world when I was just beginning to live, you threatened to rob my youth, to dissect my promising life into nothingness.  I was stupid then, so I didn't even think much; I left your mother to fend for you. Luckily for both of us, your mother was strong; how she mustered the courage to raise a man still beats me.  I should probably start with an apology, but that's not how I was raised, son. Men used to be men in our time, which means the word 'sorry' only formed up from the mouths of wimps. The best I can give you is to tell you that I acknowledge how my disappearance and my apparent detachmen...

 When the sun's color is a mixture of yellow and orange. When its flame is overpowered by smoke. When animals retreat to their shelters to embrace rest after a whole day of being up and about.  When all our sentences demand full stops, not caring whether they make any sense. When Eden falls, our eyelids heavy with sleep, our ears crave silence from the loud abyss. Around us, the sounds - the chirping, giggles, laughs, grunts, revvs, buzzing, clanking; all evidence that the globe still revolves. We are left wondering if we ever meant anything in the first place. After going around life with a hefty weight on our shoulders, certain that the sands of life will show our heavy footprints, cementing our significance and immortality for eternity. Then, like car tyres that shoot out without a warning, our journey stops abruptly. Like jumping out of a ship and expecting both the ocean water and the ship to stay still and wait for us to align ourselves with them. Just a normal day for t...

 When a man is overpowered by his weakness, he starts hating himself.  Wondering and pondering how it is that he became so out of control of his inner lion, or questioning the existence of the said lion. Questions like that have no answers because the only way to find the answers is to dig deeper. Digging deeper means unearthing and unfurling more ugliness, and that leads to more questions. So, what does the average man do? He looks and acts outward instead, and in that deceiving process, he finds a useless weapon masquerading as a nuclear bomb - cruelty. Cruelty to other physically or mentally weak creatures. Some snide comments directed at a begging child. A hot, resounding slap at his wife. A heavy kick at an old dog.  A mean comment about a friend's insecurity. It may look like he is a serious man who isn't an entertainer of nonsense, a strong man, for weakness is a cunning creature; it appears as strength in its infant days. When all its limbs are grown and its frame...

 Learning, a lifelong journey that never ends. For the one who hasn't begun that journey, it is easier to imagine himself so far traveled. When he actually starts packing his belongings, arranging for a carriage, and making the first few steps, everything starts to become clearer. He realizes that he still has too much land to cover, too many unknowns awaiting him. The journey is interesting, alright, filled with discoveries of different peoples, different plants, animals, cultures, but one just can't seem to see the end of it, as Pope said, 'Alps upon Alps unfold.' It is a journey of humility, not pride. An endeavour that magnifies our vulnerability, not invincibility. It is a journey that carves weapons for destroying ignorance, wielding them to fuel further hunger for learning.  The more we learn, the more our weaknesses as humans we can perceive in our imagination, until we realize, like the great Socrates, that we know nothing.  Better he who knows that he knows no...