Instincts

Instincts

A Poem by E.J. Waling

One day,
eyes open.
Open
to
see what
is.
Look around.
Look to see,
see what
we are.
See where
we are.
Do what
we do.
Driven.
Driven to
to do what
we do.
Why?
Instincts,
programmed
into our
being,
our soul.
No choice,
must be
what we
are.
Instincts.
Procreation,
self
preservation
top two.
Sex and
violence
entwined
into
the tapestry
of human
existence.
Permeates
everything.
Books.
Music.
Poems.
Art.
Movies.
Fashion.
Cosmetics.
Aim to
attract,
procreate.
Wars.
Social strife.
Self preservation.
Human civilization
controlled,
contrived,
programmed.
Instincts control.
Human
programming.
Look around
it’s all programmed.
Everything!

© 2019 E.J. Waling


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The poet really gets into basics in this one. It's nature, "red in tooth and claw" as the primary level, overlain by seeming civilization. Easy to see that in war in politics. Hopefully evolution will eventually make it manageable. Thoughtful piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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E.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more..