WARNING, SOME STRONG LANGUAGE.
Remember these dualities are within one's OWN interpretation and are probably way off
(please remember this isn't a serious study and more of a bit of observational fun (I realise some are word plays more than what I was referring to above, but thought it may be fun anyway.))
Exorcise the demons of dis-health from your body= exercise
There follows a couple of excerpts from a couple of poems which explore some of these ideas (written by myself some time ago). I'll highlight relevant examples.
1,
Placement of our love,
Must have a bearing,
Heart put on left,
as in the same the same way,
as a
husband places
his band, his wedding band,
on his left hand,
to protect it and him,
So how do we protect our bodies from disease,
To eradicate in a modern world,
The influence of the past,
And the orientation of our awareness,
That chooses one side of the cerebrum,
Do we drink a
vile mixture,
From a
vial of elixir,
Or do we
dis-gust our lungs,
to protect from air borne germs,
As the ill and
disgusting pass,
Will this stop the brows adjoining,
and the hair from growing,
for survival in the wild like a wolf,
You
were a wolf,
I swear you
werewolf,
Its improbable,
But my babble is true,
With luck your affiction is but temporary,
As its far from contemporary,
The pros and the cons of life are for weighing,
And some would say we are
stupid,
To drink ourselves to a
stupor,
Stupored are we,
As we drink the stout for its pure properties,
To make our bodies of purity,
For death to belay,
Or maybe waylay,
For to live through our
morndays survive,
The earth we graze and the sun doesn’t rise,
The earth simply turns,
Yet we want to reach our sunset days,
This star that inspires us and feeds us alike,
We decide we are going and we know that you will come,
For we cast ourselves to the stars.
Morndays- morn is beginning of day- Monday is beginning of week.
2,
Has mankind’s weakness from past days,
Created the language we use today.
What is the meaning of our violence?
What is the function of our fear?
How do we react to the fury?
And is there compunction. Here?
Is our physicality designed to induce,
The physical reactions of physical abuse?
As I swear on my life,
I curse yours to strife,
Do I worry you enough,
For adrenaline to rise?
And of its effect do you find,
A loss of control?
Bodily functions lose the capacity,
As you say,
“You are taking the piss out of me.”
Literally is a word,
That is applied to your outburst,
And as you wander away,
“Piss off” you say,
And the direction of your inflection,
Seems unclear,
But due to the fact,
Our squabble seems like madness,
Talking to ones own groin,
Wouldn’t be unexpected,
As your urine’s rejected.
Further more on the subject,
Of the adrenaline effect,
And it’s leaking into phrases,
We use through the days of our life,
We don’t question their sources,
If we look back to the times,
When our language was forming,
What was the situ,
Of the meaning?
So when a community everyday lives with crippling disease,
It would seem plausible that their problems,
Would leak into sayings,
If a joke were told, would I piss myself?
Would my sides, actually split?
Maybe it would feel like it.
Some say bad things,
Are they taking the Michael?
Shooing from your shoulder,
Your guardian Archangel?
Breaking your balls could have dire effect,
Will cancers grow if you choose to eject?
If they persist,
Can you resist?
But as you give way,
Get knotted you say.
As his muscles bunch up,
From the rebuke that you throw
Tied do they get as they tire of shaking?
With fear are they quaking?
And some to earn an everyday living,
They must labour their body,
Worked your guts out you say?
This can only lead the way to operations of pain,
In this life a hernia to add to the catalogue,
Acquisitions of injuries,
Ever is? a full recovery.
See you again,
Do you press on?
A vendetta unforgotten,
As you walk away,
Wet trousers an all,
To anger I fall,
And a fear of losing, always is my choosing,
But is it a choice,
Or am I losing the temper of my attitude,
As you try to elude,
I press on the attack,
With fear of the violence, does an arsehole go slack?
Yes some bullies when confronted back down,
And as you frown,
Look back at the man, who
shits himself,
Can he control his reaction to the language in place?
Surely English is a product of its past,
Sometimes always, we can't see past our nose,
No rules are fast,
Fastened to the use of the terms of an age,
Between the health of our youth,
And the intellect of resisting disease,
But in the past are these?
Today some of the former,
And just a little of the weak producing epiphany,
But not black and white,
Dismal and grey.
Now false health most live,
And as the future begins,
Riding on a wave accumulated by ideas,
Extension of being?
Alive and seeing,
Youth extends does the secret it bend,
Of life and a sequence, that governs our path,
Cognition of the benefits and the cons,
Of fate, of genes,
Are their cons as we fulfil our own roles?
Do the sheep use the old language,
As the menial tasks are still lucrative?
What about when a machine fills the last space?
What will the dimmer on their lives base?
Entertainment for the masses,
The signs are there,
As some stand on their shoulders,
Old language use they scold,
Fuck off,
Shit,
Underneath them a bomb smoulders,
Happiness in the future requires inclusion of all in this fusion,
The race will grow,
Piss off,
Dick head,
Nose running,
Toffee nose bastard,
Be it a wolf or even a sheep,
To manipulate money from the pocket,
Can you sleep?
Will I have the resources to fund mine?
Hierarchy of conscience,
Who teaches the lesson?
Some secluded can hand out a blessing,
Move through life, no messing,
Old language,
Old sayings,
What game are you playing!!!!?
If you know what you want then fucking lucky are you!!
And a use of disgrace to emphasise meaning,
Understand this!
If the ends are worth attaining,
Use your fucking brain then,
And thank a god if you believe in,
The gift you are given,
Because a life that you live in,
Is yours for the taking,
Most just faking,
Some snakes in the queue in front of you
What are you going to do?
With the language, you use.
You use to get something,
One word has a meaning,
But as you string together,
A sentence,
Every letter is composed,
To gain your desire,
Money, fame, happiness, children,
There is always one better,
One came before,
Of pessimism I bore,
Will you lure your circumstance?
Into the form of a future,
To form this life you may choose words to convey your feeling,
I and also with every type of mind,
Would like to find.
But the means can justify the end,
I can say fuck you, piss off, dick head,
So can every human who’s lived,
But to use a new sequence from an infinite selection,
Is a beautiful thing.
What are you going to do?
