What Is Human Nature? A Dialogue

What is Human Nature?

You tell me.

Is human nature good?

No.

Is human nature bad?

No.

How is that?

Do you expect me to know?

Is there a human nature?

Are humans natural?

Is there such thing as humanity?

What do you think?

Are we human?

Are we not?

Who are we?

Are we not us?

Why do you always answer a question with a question?

Does it annoy you?

Will you stop?

Yes.

Where was I?

You asked about us.

When?

Just now.

Do we exist?

We think.

Can we ask a question?

You just did.

Is there such thing as a question?

If there’s an explanation.

What is a question?

“What” is a question.

What?

This.

Where?

Here.

Why?

Because.

How?

I’ll show you.

Who?

Me.

You?

Yes.

Who are you?

You decide.

Are you not me?

I’m me.

How can you know for sure?

I’m not you.

You’re not me?

But I’m like you.

Why are we alike?

We came from the same.

Where do we come from?

Humanity.

When did we become human?

In the beginning.

Humans?

Us.

Do we have a nature?

Yes.

Is human nature good?

Yes.

Is human nature bad?

Yes.

What is human nature?

To question it.

My Comfort Zone—New Poem

My Comfort Zone

You sit so still, with your heartbeat snoring
Go ahead and say that you have seen it all,
typical guru of stagnant safety
Avoiding the possibility of drowning.

Here and there with blocks we are building
Only to draw up the lines of play
This is where I say I think it’s worth the effort
And on this trail we’ve reached an understanding.

I’ll tell secrets to imaginary friends
Only to hope that you are listening
In the next room
Or down the hall
I’m glad to see you from where I’m standing.

It’s good to have you around
If I didn’t mention before
Feel free to stick around
If it’s not much I ask for
I’d like a stronger arm to pull me up
When I go out, they won’t beat me down.

See, these first steps aren’t so easy taking
Tumbling down, I crawl before I walk again
I’ll cross the street with my imaginary friend
Only to find my hand you’re still holding.

You’ve crossed into my
comfort zone.

[This poem was originally published in VerseWrights in 2015]

When a Free Press Becomes “The Enemy”

As the United States Constitution was ratified, A “Bill of Rights” was added in the form of the first 10 amendments. The first of these gives protection to the people against the government making any law abridging the freedom of speech and of the press. Along with this is the guaranteed right to address the government with grievances. Continue reading