“ Border of Extant ” ~ upon a genuine human ~

We walk about

Held be human,

Allude forever

To so function,

Claim a stance

Above another,

Borders extant

Far from other,

Of mortal man

Said corporeal,

Having a mind

Debatable real,         

Tho often time

Musters appeal,

Of tilted regard

That fail conceal,

His soul’s discard

Hides there upon,

A genuine human

Nigh wholly gone,

Reached near extant

Finds robot for his pawn,

Till swallowed as its servant!

                                            

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

       

 

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“ Knowing ” ~ what I think ~

Though some profess

Knowing what I think,

Divining thus, at best

Held a dubious blink,

Yet claim pursuer eyes

Find enter with a wink,

Adept at reading wise

Human or robotized,

In man too often blind

Hence so to scrutinize,

A baseless notional line

Of thought unrealized,

Alleged did fit my mind

Asserting ‘tis not guise,

This thought said known

Might ne’er materialize,

As knowing what I think

May not want to survive!

                                     © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Face To Face ” ~ in a crimson place ~

The face

You claim,

Burns now

Palpably lame,

In a scarlet state

Finds suffer blame,

With skin ablaze

Head bows in shame,

Thus so observed

Begs fool indifferent,

Holds look aflame

From face to face

In sun’s day feed,

Be a crimson place

That wants destroy,

Yet gives of life

Save when exceeds,

Man chooses fail to heed!

                                         ode to an era’s ignorance