This book holds no answers

I see.
You and me 
and all of us 
have these moments 
too impossible to mention.
We think they are 
too feeble to mean anything. 
So we cover them up 
with beautiful 
and exciting adventures 
and forget all about them. 
We delude 
our potential. 
We promise ourselves that 
we shall live every ounce of this wretched life 
to the fullest. 
Wasting time is sinful. 
Living, 
forcibly is a deafening
churning 
conspicuous turmoil. 
A flagrant legacy. 
Every silent minute spent in search of 
your own truths and standards 
apart from the ruling belief system 
is punishable by social rejection. 
Which is like death 
for a living being. 
Our weakness 
makes us fold. 
Obeisant. 
As if we are unable 
and unworthy to discover 
and develop our own morals. 
Our self-worth. 
That is something 
all of them have feared 
always. 
Because they know 
we have the only true 
heavenly mandate over our own spirit. 
They dread the day that 
this innate consciousness will truly open up 
on us. 
Then we will all push them away 
for something far bigger 
and far simpler. 
I say 
most compassion is superficial. 
Helping others exceeds 
feeding, 
dressing 
or housing them. 
It is more than merely saving 
or absolving them. 
And it certainly is the opposite 
of helping them realize 
by shrewd and deceitful reasoning 
that their dying position 
is a path of merit. 
A spiny climb 
to compensation.
I believe 
that in our last moments 
all forgotten 
feeble emotions 
will align like the planets sometimes do.
And you will feel them accumulate 
into regret. 
You should have explored them 
when you had the chance. 
In a way 
you knew 
it had to be done. 
Now it is too late. 
Back then 
when you buried 
and repressed them 
you were clearly aware 
this settlement 
would come. 
Now all you can do 
is recite the cryptic questions 
and oracular babble 
in obscure tongues 
from the book without answers. 
What profound lows 
have we diminished ourselves to. 
What intricate labyrinths 
they have devised for us 
to get lost in. 
To lose ourselves in. 
You just wasted 
your years on 
something that was way less 
than what you already had 
before the outset. 
Close your eyes 
and you will discover everything. 
Finally the intrigue 
will no longer be able to pull you down. 
The shallow lies 
do not stretch beyond 
the boundaries they claim to govern. 
True freedom awaits. 
Lightyears away 
from any pathetic perception of 
appraisal 
judgement 
verdict 
or sentence. 

Why nothing ever matters

Here is a principle of authority
I would like to address.

It shouldn’t be so
but in many cases the importance of things
or most certainly the effects they engender
are defined more by their envelopment
than by their engrained value.

This shows how people
defile and strip the meaning
of all things.
Everything gets peeled and skinned
to atoms.

A word
spoken by one
gets a different designation
than it would get
if spoken by another.

People derive meaning from
their idea of others.
From the impression
left by others.
Which is just conjecture
if you’re really honest.

More impressionable people
find more meaning.
They stand in front of it
looking at it
wanting it.
Frantically rolling in it.

Less impressionable people
absorb more meaning.
They are doused with it
through a dearth of urge.
Disinterest is like a lustful magnet for substance.
It scrapes to the bare flesh of a spreading chasm.
A seeping, solidifying imbalance.
A vacuous pit with steep slopes.
Around it
everything most definitely happens
with a lazy talent.

Fear is a poor incarnation of respect
but still an amazing lubricant
for affecting judgment.
Imprinting simpleminded account
with wicked implications
onto a molten resistance.

Rubbing it in like a lotion.
An impertinent application of sorts.

The convenient thing about fear is
that it is easy to summon
for it is always lingering.
It just needs a good fanning
and the wick will eagerly pick up the flame.

In a way
being fearless
is the faculty to steer clear from influence
and to appoint your own
definitions.

A.W.E.

What does the world need?
What is ‘the world’?
Is it: the people?
The economy?
Nature?
The planet?
The future for your children?

The social idea has been outlawed
in favour of the capitalist oppression.
In the US they would call me
a communist for that.
In Europe they’d call me
all over the place.
Still the eco-fascist
I guess.

Am I wrong to believe
that everything is intertwined?
That,
due to our exploding numbers,
whatever we decide
will have a profound impact
on everything else?
That,
if we want to maintain this pathetic claim
of being a moral species,
it would be our responsibility
to factor in all variables
in every decision we take.

If you say: yes.
Then we’d better start acting
accordingly
and respect
the real order of things.
Planet,
eco-system,
wildlife,
humans.
And not vice-versa.

If you say: no.
Then you’re declaring
natural law.
And there will be no more
hiding behind anything.
Not for you.
Because we
us
the lowly
the communards of dirt
we
are already
wide in the open.
No more veils to cover
or laws to protect
your investments,
your capital,
your greed,
your disgrace,
your abuse.

Saying ‘no’
means as much as saying:
I have the right to do
whatever I like
and now finally,
so have you.
Come to my mansion,
my yacht,
my estate,
my domain,
my property,
my bank.
Take everything I own.
Abuse me.
Molest my family.
Destroy
and undermine my life
as much as
I have been doing this all
to you.
I crave this equal treatment
through natural law.

Which system would understand
the true requirements of a planet?
Do you really believe it is
a government,
a rebellion,
an economy,
a tyranny,
a religion,
a philosophy,
a persuasion?
Or do you finally understand
that our way of consideration
is defunct?
That our psyche
needs to evolve.
And if it doesn’t
it will have to take the word
of those that have nothing to gain
from it.
The word of the ones
that have lost it all.
The word
of the lowest.

THAT
is your new standard.

Into things

I’ve been out of it for a while.
And it felt good.
Not that I was ever really into anything.
I get tired of getting stuck in the rut
quite quickly.
So I back out of my obligations.
I’m bad with compulsions
like that.
Or other.
The year is coming to its end
and we haven’t come any closer
to finding each other again.
You set a standard
that is no longer in my spectrum.
I can’t meet it anymore.
And it frustrates you.
And I don’t care about it.
Somewhere
I lost the urge to justify
or to heal it.
I have amputated this need
with a blunt device:
replacement.
A highly unelegant solution.
I see your feats whiz by.
The pose
the gestures
the allure.
It’s all still there
as if you never even blinked once.
Again, as always,
we are all completely obsolete.
Your flapping of the arms.
My getting all aggravated
over nothing.
I no longer believe it is about you.
Nor that it ever was about you.
It was, and is
about me.
I irritate me.
That’s good to know.
No?
Very helpful indeed.

Steadfast improvement

Come on.
Make it happen.
Proceed,
grow,
develop,
evolve.
I look up and see the clouds
fly by.
They race onward
with insane velocities.
It’s crazy
come to think of it.
Nothing ever stops.
Neither should you.
That’s what you hear every second
of every day.
But does it really have to be true.
Isn’t it just like that
because it has always been like that.
Because no one knows
how to challenge it anymore?
Isn’t it so that all things
are exactly the same?
Made from the same materials
bound by the same dark matters?
So wouldn’t it be more true
to say that in fact
nothing changes?
Ever.
Aren’t all our efforts
and all the manifestations 
simply superficial.
When everything comes to a shrieking halt
and we squeeze ourselves out of
the pace.
And we interlock with the violent modulation
of what we call ‘now’.
Isn’t that were we feel best?
Isn’t that when we feel
at our very best?
Isn’t that how we succeed in feeling 
beyond our feelings?
Whence came to life
this contrast
between the world
and the spirit?
Why is it so unashamed?
So blatantly deliberate?
Why does it spit us
in the face?
These obvious questions
have been the breeding grounds
for wicked powers
to leech on the fears
of many
for millennia.
And most have succumbed
to them willingly.
Because it is easier.
Looking at
the state of the world
I beg to differ.

Stay on track

Strictly speaking,
we should all be going nuts.
Killing each other off,
brutally.
Raping and looting
town after town.
It seems there is no hope whatsoever
that our imaginings will overcome anything.
This farce of a life
is fully mechanical.
Intricately conceived as it may be
it remains but binary
because we are caught in
a simple vessel operated by cravings.
Literally everything
can go wrong.
And so it does.

A life
mistakenly fabricated and knead
into the pretension
of expressing divinity.
The painfully disfigured simulation
of essence.
The atrocious side-track.
The universal excuse.
The common failure.
All indicators are there
and they keep on swelling.
You will find them
projected into all of us
on a smaller
but more detrimental scale.
That is why we all quickly identify them
as liars
when they try to push it on us.
But like true cowards,
we don’t flinch.
We stay well on track.
Not even dreaming of
contradicting it.
Of speaking against
the allotted importance.
The fight is fixed.
They’ll have us take the dive
for the world’s sake.
Denting the canvas.
They’ll have us denounce ourselves.
And shamelessly so.

We are hallucinating
about everything
constantly.