Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

The faint of heart Meek as they may be Cannot face danger With their ticking uncertainty A protection mechanism  When conductivity is low To suddenly faint Saving hearts flow

Transgenic mutants  are deliberately deformed, disabled and disordered for animal research purposes. We can create human-animal chimeras, put human DNA into every cell of a mouse, make cells glow green with jellyfish protein, just to be sure, but no amount of human DNA in a mouse will turn it into a human. No matter how much that mouse thinks it might be able to identify with minute aspects of being human, it cannot. It will always be a mutant of a mouse, exploited for biotech gain. Humanized mice do not get human rights.  Law and language for transgenic animals and other such biotech mutants is important and nomenclature is complex . The breeding, movement and welfare of animals under such procedures must be monitored and regulated for the welfare and integrity of both wild and lab lines. Law and language applies differently to animals outside of laboratories, for good reason. Transgenic mutants are covered by the basic animal welfare laws, but they also have ASPA (1986), that detai

It's an invasion alright They declared war On innocent lives Blame them for the decline Of endangered species Our scapegoats But the danger Is human domination Claiming the land as our own We once came close To hunting our wildlife Into near oblivion Brave squirrels took hold Their feral adventures were bold This accidental release Spreading the seeds For natures replacement Our saviours? With the boldness they lack Why assume reds would Come back? What is the cost of no squirrels Due to grand ideas And chemical castration?

Language is a funny thing Clair says our minds can see, hear, feel, taste, smell And just know things Those light bulb moments Our clarity of mind is designed with different formats Many for our kind Clairvoyance, Clairaudience Claircognizance, Clairsentience Clairgustance and Clairolfaction The light of our minds, has multi-sense functions? I cannot see, smell nor taste imaginary things in my mind I feel or just know, everything I know in this tenebrous mind of mine Some cannot imagine how others might feel Some can taste food create an amazing imaginary meal I wonder if this system can get its wires crossed and how some can taste numbers something I can't conceive of? Some can hear their thoughts aiding them in all they do Others don't know what they know and need to talk out aloud to We are all so very different in so many different ways and yet we all swan around assuming we are all the same 

I've always known I was different in some way, though I never really understood what exactly it was about me that made it so. From the outside, I look pretty normal. I would say I am reasonably friendly, pretty confident in myself and I can hold a decent conversation with pretty much anyone. However, I would consider myself akin to Marilyn Munster, in that my weirdness isn't quite on display. I have always felt like I am on the outside looking in. I'm not so bothered that others don't understand me, as that is understandable, as bothered by the fact others fail to accept or believe how my world works differently. That people don't trust I have such a difference or that those differences impact my life. Or worse, they are threatened or scared by it.  As a youngster, I just figured my being considered "a bit weird" was because I was rather tall and wore glasses. I towered over everyone else and wearing glasses was a stigma that people today have forgotten.