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?