Somewhere in Florida resides a lonely poet
Who have been succumbed to madness
He writes poems after poems for whatever he sees or hears
People see him writing and call him a mad poet
He writes for himself not for the world
Behind his words he finds a little solace
He writes lines after lines for which nobody cares
The world have not seen poets real madness
Poetry keeps him sane
Writing saves him from sanity
Let him write no matter how bad his poems are for strangers on the internet
All poets are mad
Only the readers remains sane
Our Medical perception is a Godlike Phenomena always accepted without questioning
An argument against COVID-19 Vaccinations is simply not a necessary but an obligatory one these days
What sovereignty a state has over its citizens to have them vaccinated without consent?
Can we really trust the COVID shot? How much more shared data, statistics and government support we need to put our faith on the big pharmaceuticals?
The medical gaze looks at us with deceiving eyes termed as bio-politics by Foucault in his book “Birth of Clinic” in the Archeology of medical perception
“An epidemic is a finger grained constitution, with more constant, more homogeneous phenomena”
“Epidemic is a political consciousness” argued Foucault further in this book
What obliged us to be obedient towards the governments?
It is the same Orwellian slogan “INGSOC” hate speech and fear of life
To summarize the concept of Homo sacer the ordinary man who is the ban in short the ban is the average citizen and the wolf is the government
We rely too much on modern bio politics to save us?
Epidemics has been part of our being since the beginning of mankind
First it was Jesus curing the lepers now it is the CDC and the pharmacists curing us with vaccinations and forcing us to wear masks?
Are we not even allowed to question?
Just because we lack the elite knowledge that a few privileged in the medical profession possess and know better than us?
Does that secret medical knowledge give them a right to dictate us?
It is same argument I put against God despite the fact “all seeing all knowing” give him no right to ask for submission?
I relate such notions to Tyranny where subjects lacks something and not to transgress is the fulfillment of that powerful command
Governments are no different than Gods in ancient world
They put fear in us for our lives and seek submission and control over us
Observe how the consent of every citizen is manufactured during the pandemic towards their governments and mainstream media “Chomsky”
Now the real question is this: “Should we take vaccinations or not?”
It depends on every individual as the world is their idea “Schopenhauer”
Whatever their minds conceive of the aftermaths of epidemic and their faith on the medical society
For me these vaccinations are out of the question
And it was a night just like this when visions of Norris spread across the Oceans
He likes to brag his miseries in public and loves to live dangerously
I walked with Norris on and on and on the streets from Nebraska to Floribraska
Looking for danger in black neighborhood across America
That Iraqi boy is lost and he surely got a lot of galls
To be so sure of his talents and romantic soul I bid Farewell to Shakespeare
Colt 45 and we chase our dreams in our highway blues driving a truck that cannot be turned right or left
The visions of Norris seems so cool
On a Broad day light I have the same hallucinations under the influence of cold beer
All that remains are infinite visions of Norris
In the empty lot of past I seek such notions far off from my present
Off we jump from a bar in ybor messing with white girls and to soho and to river walk
Being so uselessness and all while flirting
Oh how I can explain it’s so hard to get on
I still trick myself so seriously unlike the visions of Norris
I am drinking wine and waiting for the orchestra to begin
The waitress told me that’s her favorite brand
I forget the name of the wine and I must ask her about it later
The show will begin at 2:00 pm
I see a lot of old people in the theater for live Performance
I am the only young man in the theater who is passionate about classical music
I have became wiser before my time a lady told me when she inquired
I know deep down into my heart I will come out as a different person after the orchestra
Last orchestra I attended has such an artistic impression on me that I couldn’t sleep the whole night
Inside the Mahaffey theater slow jazz music is playing with chatters of people rushing in for the show
They are going to perform Dovraks new world Symphony today and clock is ticking so slow
I am heading to Florida Orchestra this Saturday afternoon
I will listen to Dovarks “New world Symphony” composed while experiencing the American way of life by Bohemian Artist in 19th century
The 3rd movement of the dovarks symphony defines America better than American constitution itself with transoceanic appeal
A piece art by a Bohemian Artist combined both old world and new world gives pure aesthetic pleasure closer to Beethoven’s symphony no.9
Dovarks Slavonic dances symphony is also much similar to “New world symphony”
What an artist seeks in an artist is nothing but an inspiration
Tonight I am looking for a lost bumble bee mumbling and rapping somewhere
Where is that girl who makes me smile
She thinks the way I think
Who was that girl rhyming like a hipster acting like a Gypsy
Smoking hookah and writing poetry in her notebook
We walked and talked for hours and hours until the roosters started crowing
All my nihilism disappears for a minute
My heart wonders across oceans under the blazing sun
What if she appears somehow in front of me out of no where?
I will say nothing but breath and just breath
I may try to kiss her again rebelling against her resentment
Poetry is the essence of the soul
Poetry awakens the senses
Poetry expresses repressed thoughts and feelings
Poetry is divine
Poetry care not of the rules it speakes freely
Poetry is the intelligence that rises with the sun in morning
A warm yellow bright light bursting life on earth
Under the bursting sun in Florida
Poetry remains the beat of eccentric hearts
From one bar to another souls flee
From one end to another walks ponytail
In search of what?
He ain’t going to stop
Put another drink on my tap for godsake
Why this white girl talks so much?
Why do bars exist?
Looking for enlightenment at the wrong place
Seeking peace of mind in another’s mind?
Listening to gibberish to pass time
Hitting on girls for sex
Bring me some Greek ale and say goodbye to this dreamy night
There is a longing in my heart for something skunk in past
I see some vague faces in my hallucinations
Who were those homeless, hipsters and hobos on streets?
Talk no more of homo Sapiens but homo Sacer’s or Bare life “Unworthy to live”
Listen to the songs of drunken white boy Billy on 22nd street
Smoke some sacred marijuana handed down by a negro near a strange house’s porch
Where is that pony tail? Find him or curse him out he ain’t gonna change
Somewhere near the store, I wrote these lines and make a poem in quest of a longing to belong
Where do the poets belong?
If not the human race but to art alone
To “Art” alone which possesses the inalienable rights of man
Life is will to power wrote Nietzsche
What is this will that seeks power?
The assertion of the denial of will argued Schopenhauer is against individual will
This will is saying “Yes” to life
This life in this world in short, is human all too human
What is this will if not the ability to be what one really is in actuality
Nothing but Aristotle argues an animal with political needs further coined by Foucault as an animal with biopolitical needs