My first villanelle

I wanted to branch out and try some other forms of poetry. While I enjoy haiku and free form poetry I want to try something else too. So here is my first attempt at an villanelle

In his folly he was deceived

He felt true love, and fought himself

In knowing this, his heart was beseiged


Unwillingly he was perceived

created distance like a monstrous gulf

In his folly he was deceived


Seeing her with another, his mind was cleaved

he prayed he could put his thoughts on a shelf

In knowing this, his heart was beseiged.


Laying bear his soul, he felt not reprieved

She led him astray, his hope lying to himself

In his folly, he was deceived


Over time this hope subsided

Against his wishes, she left him with only half

In knowing this, his heart was beseiged


The man mourned his loss of need

After reflection wondering how to repair himself

In his folly he was deceived

In knowing this, his heart was beseiged


The creaking joints

Those blank staring eyes

The toys are coming alive

A nightmare I truly despise


Silently they stalk before me

A tinkle of a piano and wind chimes

Nothing is more creepy

Except perhaps the gaze of mimes.

Still can’t sleep

I stare into the chasm of my self

the canvas to which I create

listens only when the wind slows

and the moon stalks my waking dreams


Mindful of my impeding slumber

a twitch in the knee, an ache in the eye

as if to propagate a series of thoughts

and subjugate my tired internal clock.


Avast, for my mind doth seek silence

infiltrated though, by fabricated anxiety

until such a time that the veil falls

and finally, sleep takes hold.

Universal brain theory

Ever been in a stressful or anxious situation, lets say “end of year exams”, and the absolute unthinkable happens. You are doing pretty well, but when you get to key question for the exam (the one you need to pass to succeed), you have no idea what it even means. You rack you brain, trying to figure it out. Then in a sudden blast of inspiration the answer hits you! Just like that.

Sound familiar?

Perhaps your a public speaker, you’ve prepared some notes and your passionate about your subject matter. It all rolls of your tongue. Your going great, following your prepared speech. All of a sudden you forget the entire English language! You flounder, pause and try to breath. An idea pops into your head, one you hadn’t prepared and you go with it. The speech is a success, and you have no idea where that idea even came from.

Lets discuss universal brain theory.

Feel free to google it first, because you won’t find this there. I credit my father for coining the term for me years ago, but I also like the idea of calling it inter-connectivity brain theory.

The above scenarios have a couple of important things in common, in both situations stress was a factor, and the other thing is that information that was not known became known for an unexplained reason.

What is information exactly? At least in the brains sense, information is stored and received via the neural network. This information is clumped together into groups of neutrons and electricity is a catalyst for releasing the information (or creating a memory for example).

What if, in moments of stress, the brain was able to pick up electricity from outside sources… say the thoughts of a person sitting 3 metres away? Its already proven that electricity can travel thru atmosphere or without wires in the air (thanks Nikola Tesla), and the brain is an complicated organ that uses electricity to create/interpret information. Couldn’t this create a possibility that one could pick up thoughts that others have transmitted? Thoughts that have dribbled out of the mind, into the air and picked up by someone else?

I am pretty aware that this sounds pretty half-baked. This is all in good fun, and while its an interesting concept I don’t swear by it, have evidence for it, or even truly believe it. Operating on the belief that this theory is true can create some answers to some behaviors that are troublesome to answer.

Such as “psychic” experiences. I could go into alot more on these, and the science of creating a scenario to make someone believe you can “communicate with the beyond” or something like that (look up “cold reading” if you like). What if, a “psychic” person was just someone who had slightly better capacity to receive/interpret information via electricity in the air? They aren’t communicating with the beyond, but rather communicating with some idle thoughts in the mind of the person being “read” to.

How’s about ghosts? The idea that seeing some figure in a stressed or anxious situation and attributing it to people from the beyond. What if your just seeing the image of someone elses memory, transmitted to you?

What do you think?


p.s this is probably why I shouldn’t write when I am trying to sleep :/



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The full “long” story so far

“Happiness, the pursuit of which humankind spent its entire short life chasing. By the time they found it there was no time to enjoy it, and even this were for the lucky few that made it past 80 years old”

Gasp! The room of students were shocked

“Teacher, they only lived to 80? Thats crazy, my parents are 530 years old, how come people used to live such short lives?

“Yes, good question Portguas. Before we discovered the science that extends our lifetime, it was very rare to live past 80 years. Many people died of sickness or conflicts at even earlier ages. Some even died before they were even eighteen!

“But thats almost as old as us, thats a little bit scary to think of”

“Put it aside! Smile and appreciate. This is all ancient history, the average lifespan of humanity is 1500 years, thanks to the serum, that modifies our DNA to prevent aging. It is only possible to pass away from violence, and with our extended lives war and violence is unheard of.”

Sir? What is war?

“I can cover that in the next history lesson. For now lets move onto private study. Open your text books to the chapter “Wellness starts from your choice” and continue reading in silence”

Yes teacher!

After class I was cleaning up the desks around the room. The children certainly know how to mess up the room. Pens and papers littered the floors, especially around Nirvana’s desk, which presents a mess as an artform. It may of been my distraction that allowed me to fail to sense the presence of two suited persons awaiting my attention by the door.

They were sporting “wellness squad badges” and their facial expressions beamed positivity enough to intoxicate.

Startled, I switched my attention over to them.

“Greetings and salutations officers! What an amazing day it is to be alive!”

“Greetings citizen. You were filmed teaching children about the concept of death. Lessons about history and mortality breeds negativity. Please explain your actions”

“Knowing how bad things were in the past, and how humanity has progressed will grant a higher level of appreciate for the beauty of life”

“Deviation from the core values of optimism, wellness and smiles is in direct violation of your position and a negative thing to do. Consider this a warning. Have an amazing day!”

“Always! Appreciate the message. May your day be wonderous!”

At that, they both spun on their heels, and quickly strode from the room.

It wasnt always like this, harbouring the only real thoughts in your head and projecting this fake persona to the world. It was only the last 300 years or so that optimism was passed into law. Being careful how you speak and your facial expressions is important and slipping up can lead to dire circumstances.

This is certainly more apparent to be seen working for the department of knowledge. A fanciful name at best, what is taught here is indoctrination. There is some leeway here and at least I get to influence the next generation, small though it may be. My quality of life is also significantly better then your average worker, let alone the poor sods living below the city.

After my riveting discussion with those fine gents, I felt lunch would give me the uplift I needed to get thru my afternoon lessons. Walking past the monitoring rooms, the walls of the corridor leading to the canteen are plastered with motivational posters

“Reach for the skies!”

“Do today what was impossible yesterday!”

“Stay positive to stay above the ground!”

“Only the happy truly live here ^_^”

Always such an empowering hallway. Its always important to feel super amazing after walking past posters like these, even if its only externally, after all there is always someone paying attention.

Upon entering the lunchroom I found my usual crowd, They were all teachers and we liked to discuss curriculum content. We would even have quite heated debates about this from time to time.

The three of them were sitting around a square table, an empty chair seemingly available and awaiting me.

There was Niles, the math teacher. He was exactly what you would picture a man of numbers to be like. Slightly greying hair, horned spectacles (mostly for show, his sight was perfect) and usually wearing a sweater vest. Niles was a strong believer in having students unplugged and learning with pen and paper. He was a bit of a relic in that respect, but he seemed to garner a lot of respect from the students for it, even if they complain every day about it.

Next to him, laughing between gulps of stew and short breaths of conversation, was the language teacher June. She was a passionate teacher who always seemed fit to burst into laughter at any given moment. Her teaching method was generally one of “talk until someone pays attention”. Which being a language teacher, this worked well for her classrooms.

Finally, a little bit to the side, cautiously examining his lunch was Jasper, the Medical knowledge instructor. He was certainly a quiet one, though when he got talking about serum science and genetics he would talk until dawn if you let him.

As I came to sit in my spot, i joined the group part way into their conversation.

“… one of the boys tells me – It isn’t his job to know what x is, and that if the teacher doesn’t know then clearly it is unattainable knowledge

“This is clearly not positive behavior from the boy, I didn’t reprimand him, but he was escorted away a couple of minutes later. Dang efficient those Wellness Squad are indeed! He came back into class for the next lesson, happy as can be, so he must of had a good talking to”

June jumped in

“We are looking at taking out the prefixes un and de across the entire curriculum. Soon surprise guests (June had a way of talking in italics that very few can mimic) will replace the uninvited. There is too much pessimism in words starting with un in particular. Unexpected, unintentional, destabilise and such words carry too many feelings of mistakes or not appreciating whats life in all its splendor. Huge steps are being taken everyday to further the frontiers of optimistic communication”

June was what i would call a child of the new world. She was only 196 so she didn’t know what the world was like pre-serum. Brimming with pride and not a single repressed thought or emotion, I don’t think she has the capacity to comprehend being unhappy, fear or even death, and how these things can affect your overall mood.

Frankly, I am just a tad jealous of her, it takes alot of effort to maintain a positive image 24 hours a day. Forcing myself to grin and smile to holo-ads, laughing on cue is important as well. Let alone watching what you say and how, a simple slip of the tongue showing displeasure or lacking appreciation can put you in the Wellness squads black books and lose you your serum-subscription very quickly.

Finally, Jasper noticed my arrival

“Ah, exhilarating that you could join us for lunch Beach, I was afraid your history lesson went awry”

“It went well Jasper” I said, “But always opportunities!. The Wellness squad found my curriculum about life expectancy somewhat morbid. I stand by it though,without an understanding of the conditions of the past, the appreciation for today is only surface level, or habitual. I want the students to have a true grasp of how good they have it and having a comparison point is vital for that”

Once again, June jumped in.

“Completely agree with the Wellness squad on this one Beach, they really know their stuff! People don’t need to know about such topics like death and war. How can anyone expect to be happy knowing such things used to exist?”

Jasper piped in

“If you end up teaching you planned lessons on war history you will end up in rehabilitation. We are fortunate we are government workers, even mentioning some of these topics outside of this building would be risky. What if one of your students starts blurting out things about death in the streets?”

and then they come to my optimistic language lessons and I have to work it out of their vocabulary. You could be teaching much more useful content Beach”

“Indeed June! thank you for the feedback”

The conversation gently dribbled away at this point, and I made sure to take some notes (its always important to take notes, so people see you value what they told you). The rest of lunch was consumed in relative silence, with the general clatter and clank of dishes the backdrop for small snippets of conversation.

There were virtual lessons in the afternoon session. When I was a child doing virtual lessons meant visiting historical landmarks via a headpiece. I’d visit ancient cities like Rome, Venice or Melbourne, taking a walking tour and experiences cultural events. I always enjoyed the sporting festivals of the past, the Olympics being a favorite.

The experience for my students was certainly different. The past was something of a shadow, and did not warrant too much scrutiny, and lessons about it were seen as “provoking a regressive response”. Instead, my students were flooded with positive images and serene music. They would gain insight into how this city operates and learn about the various societal structures they would become a part of, usually this content was narrated over non-intrusive visual content, such as a beach or a flower-filled meadow.

Suffice it to say, the students felt very relaxed and informed after their virtual lessons.

After my afternoon lessons my students wished me a jolly farewell, and I lovingly responded. Maintaining a doting and compassionate teaching style was important to ensure the students can approach me and seek life lessons.

The walk home after school was something a delightful trek for me. Most of the other teachers used the sky-rails, to avoid some of the thicker crowds and intrusive advertising. I preferred to walk, even though there was a stigma attached with seeking to talk home alone. As I walked down the street the imposing Department of Education towered behind, and the residential sector loomed ahead. Holographic images bombarded my every attention, some portrayed as my mother asking for cleaning supplies, one was portrayed as my childhood crush offering a strip tease. The advertisements knew what made the viewer tick, and based off where my attention lingers they would evolve and adjust to better sell me products.

Still, despite this I enjoyed walking home from work. It was about a twenty minute walk, and without it I would do very little to no exercise at all. There was an inherent risk that comes with walking the streets by yourself, if a patrol stopped you its fairly easy to justify, selling the point of “loving the exercise”, but if your caught doing it too often they will generally rectify it by making you seek social interactions forcibly. Social interactions are a staple of modern society and seeking to avoid them is a slippery slope to oblivion.