A PARANOIA

I have a paranoia.
I seldom think humanity
is as fucked up as
it looks.

A world where
we are both cattle
and lion
killing
each other
and being
killed.

(Keep in
mind
there is always
a bigger
fish)

But is just my
paranoia.
Right?

I hope
so.

A POLITICAL DEBATE

Imagine
you have a problem
and need some tools
to fix it.

Tools that are easy
to use
and clearly benefiting
you
from your efforts.

Then you go
for a shop
where they have
tools
you believe
can help you
sort
your problem.

But once you
are there
you
realize you have
more than one
choice. Actually
much more
than one choice.

Imagine you have
5 or 6 tools
to do the job you
need
to be done
although,
none of them
does the job
at all.

They all have
big fuck ups,
in fact,
each of them
has its own
while some fuck ups are
common to all.

But absolutely none
would do the
job
at all.

They all had,
furthermore,
something else in
common;
they all were
self labelled
as the best.

REWRITING HISTORY CLASSES

I wonder what would happen
if at schools
they would teach history
that does not glorifies
wars,
where heroes
would be those men and women
that have contributed the most
to human development
instead of those
who killed
-or helped to kill-
thousands of
human beings.

It is really sick
to realize that people
will know more about all wars
fought on their countries,
authoritarian generals,
horrible massacres
or bloody battles
than scientists,
writers,
doctors,
painters,
or philosophers
that ever lived
or worked
among them.

I wonder what would happen
if children would not only
study science and arts
but also
the evolution of
each discipline
instead
of the evolution
of armies.

This is just another face
of the hypocrisy
we live in:
we try to suppress
and publicly reject
violence
while we teach it at schools.

And we deeply reap
what we sow.

A FEW GOOD REASONS

Because is not important
who you can be
but who they want you
to be.

Because I could not pretend
anymore
that I agree so I
refused to become a mass produced
soldier fighting in the
army of intolerance.

Because I cannot love those who
don't let me be who I am,
making me sick and tired
of hiding,
lying,
being afraid..

Because of the poverty of spirit
of those who claim
themselves
enlightened enough
to tell us
what to do.

Because I can't still
sleep in calm
thinking of those left behind
on the hands of merciless
murderers of dreams,
mutilators of freedoms,
annihilators of hopes,
destroyers of lives.

Because I believe I can
find myself
among all the crap
of the world
and make it better.

For you, wondering why
I left,
I place a few good reasons.

DISPOSSESSION

Let the fire start
and burn everything;
desperation
loneliness
envy
bitterness
sadness
distrust
and fear.

Just like a match,
able to start a huge fire
with a small blow,
grate those burdens
off your soul
and lit them
forever in forgetfulness.

Once you are done,
let others know
how you feel.

DIVIDE ET IMPERA

Left or right,
blue or green or red,
here or there,
what really matters to someone
is that you belong
somewhere.

Once you do,
you will be ready
to dislike those people
who belong
elsewhere.

At one point,
dislike turns into
hate
and the herd is then
divided
enough
to be grazed.

Next time
you take a side
try to remember
that nothing exists without
an opposite.

In the end
a side
is just a portion
of the whole.

PICK UP A NUMBER

how much would you
charge to kill
a person?

One hundred thousand,
Five,
One million,
500,
Half a million,
25,
Three hundred millions
dollars, euros or pounds?

(you are allowed
to select the currency)

You can pick up
or make up
your number.

do you have
a number?

do you?

if not,
thanks.

If yes,
then just consider
yourself
a hired trigger
out of budget.

I ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW

If there is alien life out there
somewhere.
Do they know about us?
Have they seen us?
Have they been here?

When I was a kid I wanted to be
the president of America
(even though I wasn't
even born there)
just to know what we know
about aliens.

Do we keep in touch with them?
Do they rule this chaos
we live in?
Are we their gigantic fish tank,
their planet sized Zoo?
Do they admire what we achieve
and care about us
or just ran away
in disgust
after seeing what we do
to each others?

I just want to put
a simple answer to
so many questions...
hell yeah,
I want to know.

FIXATION

Fixation set

Target is locked
conviction pats
logic on the back
and says…
Let me take this one.

The bells ring
The heart fires
Euphoria sings
No way but forward.

Heart and gut
hand in hand
sitting shotgun
chauffeured
by passion.

In the darkness
of the trunk
is sung
the soliloquy
of the mind.

WHEN THE TERROR RULES

it has nothing to do with
cowardice
but more with a
collective numbness
a massive forgetfulness
about the real strength of people.

terror has some help.

they teach you to distrust
to spy on each other
to betray each other
to fear each other.
so the fear is not towards
the power
but towards that
neighbor of yours
ready
to call the police
at the slightest sign of deviation.

when the terror rules
we're all lambs dressed like tigers,
Crusoe within a horde,
deprived of that
piece of humanity
we should be sharing with others
while we hide.

THE RIGHT PATH

is an illusion created
to make us believe the road
of deeds
under the feet of
consciousness
defines the destiny.

hoping to find
the right path is like
hoping a piano to
compose a melody
or a camera to choose
the perfect angle for a picture.

there is no path
if the wanderer
is driven by the fear of peers
and decides to strike
the first blow
becoming it's own worst enemy
and most horrible
threat.

twisted race...

can it be possible the clay
we should believe we are made of
is nothing but the shit
of thousands of dinosaurs?

could those stars that brew
all atoms
to make our bodies
die of a cosmic
sickness we have inherited?

there is no path
to glory
we've been infected
with organized stupidity
to avoid the glory of all
in exchange for
the vanity of each.

ONCE YOU START TO THINK

you shouldn't stop
but once you stop
you should get moving as soon
as you can.

the real death is on inaction.

the other one
they tell you about
that hides ancestors from our view
is just a smooth transformation
from "is" to "was".

there are more ways
to be dead than stop
breathing,
blinking,
urinating
or watching TV.

there are worst ways
to die than
to be hit by a car,
fall from thirty meters,
swallow poison
or inhale three litters of water
on each of
your lungs.

there is this gentle way of
being dead
the one that arrives when you
stop questioning
stop searching
stop loving
and most of all,
stop being yourself.

the worst way to die
is a swift move
from "is" to
"is not".

I UNDERSTAND ALL ESCAPISTS

you just have to look
around
an you will see how much
crap we bear.

crap crawling on the streets
climbing the supermarket shelves
filling the drugstore
cupboards.

crap coming through the radio
flooding the TV
whining on the newspapers
filling every corner of yours
with the filthy stink of
half-truths.

crap on what they told you to do
on what you are doing
on what you have only planned to do.

nobody's safe.

the only thing I do not agree
about escaping is that
in the end
someone should do
the dirty laundry.

so let's start
tomorrow might be late
if there's tomorrow.

furthermore
there's nowhere else to go.

POETRY IS A WHORE

it comes to you in the night
walking on a lonely
street
with promises of pleasure and
redemption.

it comes with the fragrance
of adventure,
desire and a certain lust
wrapping your senses on
a drunkenness
you can't resist.

you must take it or leave it
but it is a matter of now
urgency is the language it
better speaks,
the melody it better
plays.

next morning when you
wake up
searching for it on your bed,
trying to catch what is left of it
among the sheets
it has already gone
leaving you the emptiness of a
lost paradise
ever after.

the good thing: it only
costs you a tiny
bit of your
tired
soul.