I held a conversation
the other day
with a different generation
I felt I was learning
literally, my mind was awakened
by the factoids it was gulping
Factoid pills were colored
and had labels engraved on them
Politics, lost cause country
poetry, society and of course
the idea of humanity
I popped in the humanity one
I swallowed it with curiosity
My mind went tripping
It is truly sad that it has become an idea
this humanity thing
Which shreds by last bets
I had on it
useless and unworthy
They narrated a verse from
a very famous Lebanese singer
that illustrated humanity
between a boy and a girl
“I know you’re thinking this is just another
cheeky love story, but trust me listen
I mean read!”
Imagine a world where
when you lay your eyes on her
your heart allies with your brain
into thinking of ways of a simple encounter
Days pass, in the village
the thought of her
lingers and you smile
Here’s the fun part
She delved into society
with no means of connectivity
you have to FIND her!
FIND, do you actually know
how to physically go about
I don’t mean typing their name
into a blank rectangular space
I mean, going, asking, and enjoying it
“that girl with the chestnut hair, thin stature
she was on that street, her eyes were honey like?
who is she?”
Can you feel the fucking mystery
isn’t it pumped with adrenaline?
So you wait on the street across
from where you saw her
You wait, just to get a glimpse
wow, what value it had
Oh how beautiful!
She doesn’t know of your existence
She doesn’t know that she has distantly
melted your heart
Wait, the door opens, there she is
You place your hand on your heart
as if comforting that beating machine
calming it from racing
You breathe, it is her!
You got your fill, what do you do now?
You muster up,
“Should I talk to her?
what would I say? What if she thinks
lowly of me?”
Can you feel the humanity?
Do you even know that this was once how it was?
What has happened to it?
Too old school? well fuck this right?
let’s get laid and fuck everything that moves right?
Because my satisfactions overpower yours
Because the power of ME, goes way beyond the
power of We
Taking time to know her is out of the question
talking to her, marveling at her details,
taking that road just because she lives across
is too old school,
or wait let me utilize this word
“it is lame“
What’s lame about it?
The respect that existed then
the creativity, the mental
Let’s pump ourselves with alcohol so we
Can tame our inhibitions and let go
Because making love is too cliche
Hollywood has made it seem
wait here’s a statement for you
Love making has become fiction
Chemistry is mistaken or
Let’s get high on whatever gets us there
so as to experience the humane
Let’s strive towards instant gratification
because our attention spans are that
Pause, wait a minute
This is real, fuck
this is horrific
Have we dove in too deep
to diffuse ourselves into our own egos?
Are we too fat or too thin?
Are we sexy enough to bring him home?
Are we too constipated, would they like me?
Ladies and gentlemen
these are the measures of our society
the terror of such stupidity
Have you literally forgot how to
endure, how to feel the beauty of something real?
Does that blood-pumping-machine between your ribs
still remember how it feels like, when she holds your hand
for the first time?
Do you remember?
For some this piece
might be harsh to digest
and too old school
but in general
we have become too broken
to actually feel the aching
burns of the cracks
that have been happening over time
I met you
You met me
that’s the act of meeting
not curious, not even anxious
Sorry this might hurt
but it’s opinionated
I am entitled to it
regardless of your
I am sure your ego
will definitely entitle your opinion
to your own gilded philosophy
that you have so beautifully
Now tell me
What did you feel
the last time you kissed