ABUSE OF ATTENTION

The right to know
often leads to over
exposure of
sick behaviors
in our daily
life.

And no, is not about
sweeping the crap
under the
carpet
nor burying our
heads
on the sand.

But when a sick
twisted
illogical
senseless act
gets more attention
than our problems
needs
issues
future
and own lives
is not anymore
the right to know
but the right to choose
what kind of
shit
floods my days
what is at
stake.

Or should I say
missing?

BULLSHIT

Here we stand
mired on bullshit,
tied by the brittle bonds of a
vain status quo,
yoked to a reality long
gone,
contemplating the
narcissistic decay
of a society
scarce in soul,
all-in on image,
poor in meaning and avoiding,
above all sins,
truth.

SOMEWHERE LIES THE FUTURE

If you ask
yourself
where lies the solution
to this chaos we
live in,
what comes up to your
mind?

Let me tell you
where
is not.
Is not in banks,
laws,
politics,
armies
or religion.

These are all
tools of a past
that still resides
among as
like a vermiform appendix
of our culture.
A vestige
of what we had to
overcome
in the process
of understanding nature
and our inevitable
briefness.

Maybe revamping all this
by means of a new
meaningful,
free,
respectful,
and harmonic
education
will help us
find out
truth.

BOUNDARIES

A fine line
on a map decides
whether you have food,
shelter,
education
or time to spend
with your loved ones.

A fine line on a map
determines
whether you believe
in something called
god,
Allah,
Jesus Christ,
Budha,
Shiva,
Jehovah,
or anything your parents
and the parents of your parents
used as a relief for
the scarcity
we are no longer entitled
to suffer.

A fine line on a map
will make you look
at someone in the other
side
as an enemy,
an intruder,
or the reason for all your
sorrows
instead of a possible
solution.

A fine line on a map
that was not there
when we first
walked this planet.

CON SUMO

Consume! Consume!
Consume!
Screams my TV...

Consume! Consume!
Consume!
I can read on newspapers,
internet video-game pages,
porn sites,
and street ads.

Will a world based on
consumption
end up consuming
it's soul
or has the soul
gone long ago
when we first
valued
ourselves
for what we
have
instead of
what we are
and do?

TREASURE

I thought many times
that I do not write enough
because poetry
does not pay bills.
Ironically, I even
wrote a poem
to say this.

But just a few days
ago
I realized this is just
another fallacy
of my mind,
incubated there by a
society
that does not want you to be
who you are
but
something else
they can
use.

So, hell to that!
I'll write poetry
and die as poor as I am
but with a smile
on my face,
which is the ultimate
(and unique)
richness
we'll take to the other
side.

SWITCHED ON

Today I have nothing else
to read in the newspapers.
I have devoured all the news
(repeated in all of them)
that i could pass
from the second line.
Sometimes (too many times)
with the headlines
is enough
as you know where
they want to take you.

I find tragicomic
that so much
misery,
sadness,
crimes,
poverty,
and all sort of scarcities
are so well known to most of us.

I find depressing
that so much
corruption,
indolence,
dishonesty
and all sort of cruelties
are so common to most
governments.

Is it me the only one
who sees?
Is it me the only one
who cares?

Fuck,
I must be getting
crazy...

Do I?

THE RISK OF DISSENT

You might not know
but things keep moving with
you,
around you,
and will do so
in spite of you too.

Going with the flow
does not mean to
obey
it all
but to embrace it
all.

Obedience is a
blindfolding
mask
blocking what
of human you've
been gifted
with.

Embracing is
fueling
and being fueled.
Embracing is
analyze,
criticize,
rethink and,
ultimately,
make it better.

A pity that dictators
have no clue
about it
as they never embraced
anything,
or anyone,
but
themselves.