sandeyePigeons make better friends than people
February 13th 2008 14:50
It is no secret to anyone who really knows me, on or offline, that I enjoy the company of bugs n birds within my home environment. The way things are running for me in 2008, I am coming to the conclusion that pigeons make better friends than human beings. With pigeons, you know what is what, these dudes are genuine and natural, and they do not live artificially in a crazy creation of manufactured life. People, well…
I do not use bug spray and I would never intentionally harm an innocent feathered friend. I am beginning to wonder if there may be such a thing as people-killer on the market, though.
Looking at my life since the year wore its latest manmade title, I seem to have encountered only troubles, farewells, block-outs, and distancing from everyone that I love or hold close to my heart. Life has issued problem after difficulty in the six weeks of 08 so far used up, and I am feeling extremely pressured by the build-up of official, legal crap and rigmarole of society. I sulk, cry, or pout on my windowsill, looking out at the back yard in despair - and these friendly pigeons feel my pain and agony, so come right up to me and sit on the outside sill. They stare in at me, understanding my anguish, knowing I would also like to live a natural life as they do, but am somewhat hampered in my being human - stuck living in a farce my own species has created.
A beak tapping to my finger, a sorrowful understanding eye close to mine, my appearance bringing a row of birds who feel my emotions leaking out into the natural world, sympathizing with my troubled head. People? Well, where are they? Do I find a human come up and talk to me within my misery? - no. Do I find a friend or lover come up to me to hug me away from my despair? - no. Do I find a human able to sense my distress and melancholy? - yes, but they just walk away.
Mankind created all the problems I have found entering my life. Pigeons created none of them. Birds remain natural and true, whereas humans have only ruined and destroyed life. I chose the bird-side way to live, but have society force its expectations upon me. I may dwell within a human body, but I do not relate to the human mentality. I seek to live by the law of nature, staying true inside, being real in places where it matters for the sake of peace. Mankind appears to wish to play in the inner zones, mess around, distort reality and pretend it is superior to those who remain real. I cannot play those pointless games.
I don’t want to live the 9-5, follow legal, official rules, do what society tells me I must do - on the outside. I do not want to play games, live lies, be tricked, be messed up and damaged - on the inside. I want to remain true to what is natural, loyal to what is right, live for love and life rather than society's empty promises. Pigeons understand me; creatures other than humans live the way I do, too. I just cannot see why the rest of my own kind feels it is the superior species because it uses its ability to progress into wrongness and adapt to artificialness. What is so clever about adapting to ways that lead to extinction? We have superior brains, do we? Then why does my kind toss metal junk into innocent space? Why do we create an essential official rigmarole that murders life's natural flow? Why do we destroy the planet we dwell upon? Why do we terminate reality and seek to master an artificial illusion? Why do we play where we should live and love, but live and love where we should play? Why is every other human - well, human?
Coming from this attitude, where my pigeon friends react to inner feelings rather than external pretenses, is it any wonder that I suffer added misery and despair when I find my own kind torturing my natural friends? When I see Smokey limp along the sill to stand beside me amidst my pain, how can I but feel for the fact that someone of my own type strung that cotton round his innocent foot and harmed him? As I find Brownie suddenly vanished a decade before her natural life would expire, how can I possibly relate to those that removed her from her natural ending?
I turn further still from mankind, become closer still to my pigeon pals. As the pressures of society today try to squash me into acceptance or non-existence, my friends run away and depart and my pigeons come closer and remain. Birds may not share audible words in the language my kind is supposed to speak, but the language of truth, love, emotion, and reality enables a superior communication, nevertheless.
So when Smokey sits on top my head, realizing my melancholy - or when Baby1, Bebe2, BabyNob and Bawwab line up on my sill, all trying to stand closest to my face on the other side of the glass - or a new pigeon shyly watches from nearby, finds I am not like the rest of my own tribe, and then comes close and feels at home in my company - it melts again this heart that mankind has hardened and saddened beyond any flow. Pigeons give me the love and friendship that people will not; they keep me sane and alive in the world that wants to murder nature - along with anyone who wishes to remain natural.
When I feel love, it is a reality from within, a genuine emotion that lasts beyond a month, year, or decade. It either is or it isn't, and if it is then it remains. When I feel sadness, it is not superficial. When I feel pain, it comes from natural agony not manufactured games or lies. Sometimes, only my pigeon pals can see the truth - people just don’t or won't recognize reality, preferring their artificially created world of pretense. I just cannot live that way, myself, so I turn to my pigeons - until such time as my own kind learns to live in natural reality.
I do not use bug spray and I would never intentionally harm an innocent feathered friend. I am beginning to wonder if there may be such a thing as people-killer on the market, though.
Looking at my life since the year wore its latest manmade title, I seem to have encountered only troubles, farewells, block-outs, and distancing from everyone that I love or hold close to my heart. Life has issued problem after difficulty in the six weeks of 08 so far used up, and I am feeling extremely pressured by the build-up of official, legal crap and rigmarole of society. I sulk, cry, or pout on my windowsill, looking out at the back yard in despair - and these friendly pigeons feel my pain and agony, so come right up to me and sit on the outside sill. They stare in at me, understanding my anguish, knowing I would also like to live a natural life as they do, but am somewhat hampered in my being human - stuck living in a farce my own species has created.
A beak tapping to my finger, a sorrowful understanding eye close to mine, my appearance bringing a row of birds who feel my emotions leaking out into the natural world, sympathizing with my troubled head. People? Well, where are they? Do I find a human come up and talk to me within my misery? - no. Do I find a friend or lover come up to me to hug me away from my despair? - no. Do I find a human able to sense my distress and melancholy? - yes, but they just walk away.
Mankind created all the problems I have found entering my life. Pigeons created none of them. Birds remain natural and true, whereas humans have only ruined and destroyed life. I chose the bird-side way to live, but have society force its expectations upon me. I may dwell within a human body, but I do not relate to the human mentality. I seek to live by the law of nature, staying true inside, being real in places where it matters for the sake of peace. Mankind appears to wish to play in the inner zones, mess around, distort reality and pretend it is superior to those who remain real. I cannot play those pointless games.
I don’t want to live the 9-5, follow legal, official rules, do what society tells me I must do - on the outside. I do not want to play games, live lies, be tricked, be messed up and damaged - on the inside. I want to remain true to what is natural, loyal to what is right, live for love and life rather than society's empty promises. Pigeons understand me; creatures other than humans live the way I do, too. I just cannot see why the rest of my own kind feels it is the superior species because it uses its ability to progress into wrongness and adapt to artificialness. What is so clever about adapting to ways that lead to extinction? We have superior brains, do we? Then why does my kind toss metal junk into innocent space? Why do we create an essential official rigmarole that murders life's natural flow? Why do we destroy the planet we dwell upon? Why do we terminate reality and seek to master an artificial illusion? Why do we play where we should live and love, but live and love where we should play? Why is every other human - well, human?
Coming from this attitude, where my pigeon friends react to inner feelings rather than external pretenses, is it any wonder that I suffer added misery and despair when I find my own kind torturing my natural friends? When I see Smokey limp along the sill to stand beside me amidst my pain, how can I but feel for the fact that someone of my own type strung that cotton round his innocent foot and harmed him? As I find Brownie suddenly vanished a decade before her natural life would expire, how can I possibly relate to those that removed her from her natural ending?
I turn further still from mankind, become closer still to my pigeon pals. As the pressures of society today try to squash me into acceptance or non-existence, my friends run away and depart and my pigeons come closer and remain. Birds may not share audible words in the language my kind is supposed to speak, but the language of truth, love, emotion, and reality enables a superior communication, nevertheless.
So when Smokey sits on top my head, realizing my melancholy - or when Baby1, Bebe2, BabyNob and Bawwab line up on my sill, all trying to stand closest to my face on the other side of the glass - or a new pigeon shyly watches from nearby, finds I am not like the rest of my own tribe, and then comes close and feels at home in my company - it melts again this heart that mankind has hardened and saddened beyond any flow. Pigeons give me the love and friendship that people will not; they keep me sane and alive in the world that wants to murder nature - along with anyone who wishes to remain natural.
When I feel love, it is a reality from within, a genuine emotion that lasts beyond a month, year, or decade. It either is or it isn't, and if it is then it remains. When I feel sadness, it is not superficial. When I feel pain, it comes from natural agony not manufactured games or lies. Sometimes, only my pigeon pals can see the truth - people just don’t or won't recognize reality, preferring their artificially created world of pretense. I just cannot live that way, myself, so I turn to my pigeons - until such time as my own kind learns to live in natural reality.
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