Of Epigenetic Traits Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Of Epigenetic Traits



'stably heritable phenotype
resulting from changes
in a chromosome
without alterations in
the DNA sequence'

In due seriousness
use this carefully, as is the ‘norm’
with any line of ‘newer’ thought
or not; for this line of thinking is
from the 17th century taught…
Imagine this as that particular
consciousness; of calculated science
instead of grace from god, and
remember this, that those men
who thought and wrote these things
were purified by that ‘dark ages inquisition’!
Some position, one’s assumed suppositions
teasing superstitions and societal traditions
and that ‘religiosity’ of each age and station…
Weigh in then and do ‘the math’; or not
and be stupefied and hold on to your ‘meth’
for those of you who understand this analogy
pass that pipe, and listen to the gist of this…
So will of mind and those decisions
are what separates humankind
from all the beasts, and the
least of US, deny the best of US
what mindful opportunities to present
as faux or fact, as lean or fat
that “tit-for-tat” as is climate change
when compared to the thought
that apes were the agar
from which we were physically made
and the flesh from which we came!
Okay! The few have took this bait
in snide and hate filled minds and trends
and partake in the foolishness of thoughtless beings
who once were; both human men and women…
Reflect upon what times have gone, and what
has occurred to the human mind and form
over eons of time and certainly, in death
and chaotic destruction…
Our thoughts are that which keep US bold
and hold together the each of US and all of humanity…
Or not… IAM ever digressing from the message
the subject, and the point, of the nosh of this
that no current times thought, is new thought
all thought is simply remembrances of previous thought
no thought is more important, than any other thought…
Or, all thought is naught… it is merely conjecture
and illusion and confusion and minutia
a cosmic circle jerk, the discussions of madness
and conclusions of such productions, that do not work…
Imagine ‘changes without alterations’
as in, ‘Heaven on Earth’, without personal complications
an erasure of individually minded persuasions
the cessation of all opinions, assumptions, suppositions
one universally divine clarification of just who and what we each are…
An infinite definition of the species human
of sentient being, of both flesh and meaning
a perfection in the making, all to glorify a point
in which ‘creation’ is the justification for the continuation
of the alterations within this or that nation
the assimilation of the past, present, and future realized
in a moment’s quiet contemplations…
The realization, that we are not all that
that our manifestation in the flesh is not
an infestation, a horrid experiment in frustration
a cosmically inspired joke played upon the all of US…
As this does so appear to be the issue that provides
the tissue, in situ, that hits all of you squarely
upon your brows… and so few feel the blow
because you are so below your gifted potential…
Some thing, this ‘free will’; that placebo for Bozo’
in reality just a clean pair of sox, for such mindless empty boxes
of clipped hair, and nails, and exfoliated flesh
funny how that stuff continues to grow
after your ‘life’, leaves it’s husk! ! !
So, what the phuuck?
Why all the discombobulated fuss
personal anxiety, the irritating lash in your eye
the inability to politely disagree
and all that sorry, souring tea?
What party serving refreshments made from
the spittle sprayed out the side of mouths
of ridiculous and incredulous diatribe
that is such a mess… is worth any effort to attend?
Let US return to what remains for US to discuss
without the stupidity, mess, fuss, and such
on the question of why we DNA…
An acronym of course for ‘Did Not Arrive’
we have proven to be instead
‘Dead on Arrival’
inconstant and instable
unable and most unreliable
undeniably thoughtless, mindless
bloated skins of flatulence
worthless flesh and further yet
suffer insipidly the all of this
with no regrets and no considerations
for what is to come; and yes
no human, can hide this from the universe…

Sunday, September 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 07 March 2016

A great work to read again and again.Congratulations.

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Aloha Dimitrios... I, have indeed missed your conversations and advise and rapport... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two

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