YOU, POLICE MAN

Your uniform
represent
us.
You salary is
paid by
us.
You rose among
us.

Still,
your weapons are used
against
us.

Bare in mind one day
you will see
yourself
on the other
side,
a swift move
from repressor
to repressed.
This is no
threat at all,
but cold blooded
fact;
one day you
will serve
no further
purpose
to the power,
and you will be
dismissed.

So, sooner or
later,
see you
here.

DELUSION

So you think
your money will keep
you safe
once all rivers
just bring
polluted
water.

So you think
all this power you
seem to have
will keep you
safe
from an
earthquake
or a meteorite
impact.

So you think
there's
an individual
exit to
extinction.

Guess what,
the rabbit
hole
can go deeper
than what you
thought
and the real
delusion
could be your
most precious
truth.

NOT THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

Many find
the hand of
God
behind every
coincidence,
synchrony
or
pattern
within our
known
universe.

So we place
its divine fingers
over every single
rock
and star
we have ever
seen,
while we try
not to be
eaten
by our
peers.

If we would
just
stop
watching
our belly buttons
for a fucking
minute

we could clearly

see

that everything

in the universe

is interconnected,

so it is not so strange

at all

that patterns

and synchronies
take place
without
any divine
stupid
reason.

But instead,
we make
God
cover our indecent
ignorance,
take a sigh
of stupid
relief,
and keep going
hell...

THE SHORT SIDE

While foraging
ants usually deal with
pieces many times
their own
weight.
So they call each
other,
and many ants
gather
to attempt to dismember
or pull together
the overwhelming
weight.

To say they pull
together
is a way to say.
In fact,
they pull against
each other
and the whole
entanglement
moves in the direction
where more ants
are pulling.

We are not very
different
from
ants.
So if you
disagree about
the direction
we are heading to
as a whole,
you need to understand
you are an ant
on the short
side.
The main difference
is that
you
can take a look
around
and see by
yourself
where this
entanglement
is going
to.

So go ahead,
take a look,
and discuss with
others
what shall
we all
do.

SO IT IS CLEAR

I'll say it
as many
times
as I need to,
no soldier is
my hero,
and no war is to
be
revered.

That's not my kind
of arrangement.

I prefer people
working to solve
problems
rather than being
or hiding
a problem.

I prefer those who
create
instead of those
who destroy.

I prefer those
who say
no
to a stupidity
rather than
those who feel
stupid
for not following
the
herd.

I have choosen
my kind
of hero,
so now you choose
yours.

THY HAND TIGHTENING THAT NECK

Severely dulled...
with a hand
strongly subdueing
a throat
and the other
pressing the play
key.

The music finally
sounds
and I search for
my wallet
(without letting that neck go)
to buy some
cigarettes.

I start my day
with two of them
and a black coffee,
it is not easy to
wake up
to this
shit.

This apathy,
this disbelief...

No, it is not
love.
Love has got
nothing
to do with
this
world.
How can such a
delusional,
threadbare
concept
fix
anything?

I need to swallow
but I can't.
The lack of air makes
purple bubbles
on my
thoughts...
I have not realized yet
the neck
is mine,
as mine is the
hand
that strangles...

A MISSILE TO REASON

"The sleep of reason produces monsters..."

Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes

To all warheads
I shall remind
we have enough
and powerful
weapons
to wipe out
all of us from
earth
more than once.

So,
where the fuck are you
trying to go then?
Shouldn't this
proven and disgusting
achievement
give way to other higher
purposes?
Why do we have to
continue working
on something
which has reached
many times
its full potential
in the worst
possible
way?

Where did
reason
go?
Who the hell
pressed
that damned
red
button to launch
stupidity?

ANCHORS

How long

shall the question

of where are we coming

from

will be more 

important

than the question

of where are we

going to?

When will we

understand that

holding onto

traditions

is also a way

to live anchored on

a past that

will never

come

back?

Breaking the bonds

of an abusive relationship

is never easy.

But to look back to find
what you should
have become
is a betrayal to your
own-self-to be.

We are reborn
everyday,
and whatever that worked
before,
not necessarily will work
now.

Sailors of life
weigh anchors!

LABELS

As a herd,
we collectively react to
labels
in such a predictable
way
that is easy
for those who do not
care
about you,
to abuse
you.

It is simple.

We are going to call it
left and right,
conservative and liberal,
communist and capitalist
or whatever other way
you have already
seen or heard.

So as soon as
you
get your label
(no need to ask for it,
they'll place it there for you),
people with another
label,
can fear you,
stop listening to what you
have to
say,
put you in a box you
never wanted to
be,
and, ultimately,
hate you.

Just like the herd
on view of predators,
without giving
a mere
thought.

WHAT I KNOW AND YOU SHOULD TOO

I do not know
if a group of
evil men
are gambling
with the world.

I don't give a
shit
about all these
fellows,
all I know is we
can do better
if we focus
on what is really
needed
to do.

The real trap
isn't make you feel
free
(I don`t think
anyone does),
but to make you think
there is no jail
at all,
only bad luck,
something you
can`t change
at all.

So get the hell
out of your mental
swamp
and do what the world
requires from you,
start thinking.

For as long as
you
don't do it
others will do
instead of
you
and you won't
like it.
I can
guarantee you
that.
Just look around
a little bit
and you`ll
see.

That's all I know.

MODERN TIMES

There was a time

when slaves

were forced to work

with the use of 

whips

and chains.

Of course,

chains and whips

were too harsh

to be ignored
so revolts
protests and
insubordination
were always associated
with slavery.

Furthermore,
some clever people
developed
clever technology
requiring qualified people
to work with it.
Slaves did not fit the bill
anymore.

So one day

slaves found
themselves
without a chain locking
their ankles
nor the crack of the whip
on their ears.
Everyone was suddenly
free
to do whatever
they wanted.

All we needed then
(and now),
was some money
to fulfill
our needs.

And this is how
slavery
lost its color,
stopped paying attention
to races or
birthplaces and
focused on
wallets,
bank accounts
and properties,
giving birth to
modern times.

Now there are
more slaves than
ever.
They just don't
even
know.