Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Just like we see only the top of an iceberg, so we only see the top of a political system.
Ethical life is a given cultural expression of Spirit, the collective entity that transcends all individuals and determines their beliefs and actions whether they are conscious of it or not. Ethical life and our ideologies reflect the fundamental interdependence among individuals in a society and finds articulation in their shared customs and morals.
Hegel argues this happens in eras, such as the Greek era, the Roman era. He believed the dialectic happened by one era bumping into another era thus creating another era. A bumping into B becomes C. This on going process of world Spirit (Geist) was assumed to bring us toward perfection thus a perfect union. This ontological and theological assumption is an example of what a political system can carry in collective unconscious. This assumption gives a undergirding peace that man can work it out through technology, politics, ideology etc. This assumption that history is heading in the right direction exists in the collective era thus the individual.
Nietzsche would call this moral ethical assumption of right and wrong and progressive attitude of history coming from an era's collective sociology, psychology and ethical perspective a "Will to Power" rather than being objective truth. Just like we have a collective language we have a collective basis of ideals, mores, ethics etc. We share in the world Spirit of an age and of a era. We are bonded together in culture, history, and states and assume a huge array of what we perceive as TRUTH. So many people carry a banner of democracy as a secular religion with this underlying ontological and theological assumption. Rather than fighting for justice they fight for democracy and ideology.
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Weakness! The power of lingerie
Wry garden of abstract religion
She croons in the subliminal oasis
Authenticated by quiet mornings
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She comes like the tide
Her sunset eyes gather stars
On the sands I wait for miracles
My mind leaves the lofty cliffs
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Swirling wind in summer heat
Rain has left the world green
Morning comes like a gentle blue
Palpable rivers flow in my soul
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Red berries stunning in sunlight
Out of the deep a fountain of pain
Memories I must justify
Closure an on going battle
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Eros has crawled from the church grave
Chained like a renascence talon
This fire makes me write
Now the shadow wings fly
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A flow of consciousness
Silent and real reflections
Nothing smart or written to please
Watching the inward river
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We become the past so easily
The sweet rose out of ground
Existential eyes without sky
Without forever
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Weathered boards on the old dock
Sun trying to peak thru
The water like a sublime dream
Seagulls circle the boats
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Sate flowers from Rembrandt's sorrow
Dressed in gold she stares in opulence
Gone from the axis of sojourning time
Paint her with all your bright color
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