A waterfall of letters to form the cascading written word,
Falling down on stone,
Engraved within,
Hidden messages under the grain
That will never be heard.
Knock Me Off
Oh! Will you look at me
One day I was sleeping
Next day I’m here
Brought in kicking and screaming
Now I’m a buffoon
Like all of you
This is simply absurd
Behind the curtain there is lore
So without further ado
Welcome to the show!
It’s all glitz and glam
One enormous glow
Don’t worry about the explosions
Nor disturb yourself with the gore
It’s all in good fun
It’s the Earth expo!
Tent is up, lights are on
Welcome all to the pantheon
The big spectacle, full of twinkling dreams
Glowing mirrors, new and pristine
All is well under the pavilion
Pleasantry follows, just obey the rules
Do not be fools
Rebels here tend to fall off their stools
Exhibits are up
Everything perfect, shiny and new
No flaws
It’s just our world
Made of sparkling dust
Oh! Look at that glossy one!
All pretty and pristine
Not one spot
Not one scratch
Perfection to the dot!
Keep on looking
Desire rampant with lust
Oh! What a surprise
Nothing is what it seems
It’s really just rotten to the core
So why do we want more
Everywhere you look
Skittering animals all about
‘Round around they go
This is the big circus
Under an enormous canvas we are
Galavanting under a watchful eye
Up above like a light
The eternal sun
Up in the sky
Who will one day burn us all
Leaving nothing behind
But not to worry
Just go from exhibit to exhibit
Pick and choose
Walk on over and mooch over there
Meander next to that heir
Relax my friends
There is no care
Just keep on galavanting
Until you hit that snare
It’s insanity this dance
A macabre maneuver
Perfect for another shot
Perfect for another round
In this gimmick we are stuck
Wiggle and shake
It does not matter
Unravel those bones until they break
Next day you’ll wake up
Stuck again in this big mistake
So I think I’ll just rebel
Go ahead
Knock me around
Slap me insane
Leave me with nothing but drool
My head left spinning
Many a thing I have been considered
None of them a fool
So go ahead
Just knock me off my stool.
No Lament
Putting it all into this intent
Smoky mist
In it I see my dissent
Only happens in my dreams
Where specters go
Where all things revolve
Round and round they go
On giant motion
One enormous blur
In that incantation
I splurge
Swim around
Paddle onward
Don’t blame me
I love to indulge
At times it feels I’m drowning
Gasping for air
Deeper I’m diving
For in those depths
Is something I don’t get
It is truly a mess
Everything is so unkempt
Yet into the profound I go
Surely I’ll get lost
Please don’t hold any resent
In my absence it seems all is down
Just wait a bit
There will be nothing to lament
To bring you out into this reality
It will be worth the maddening descent.
Haze
It’s all just hazy
Another sleepless night
Rambling by dark corridors
Can’t even feel fright
This sensation at best is shaky
So here we go again
This is just a simple prose
No spices or herbs
The lights are out
Don’t expect brilliance
Don’t expect the end of doubt
One dose of spiked tea
Revelations still won’t come
In darkness looking
Find myself ignoring the answers
Drowning in the existence sea
All the questions coming at once
Listen, dear
My only conclusion
Something surprisingly peaceful
Chaotically aligned
Yet simple and clear
I’ve managed to sand down what’s grainy
Realization smacking me blind
Life is nothing but a trunk full of crazy.
Perplexed
Oh these things I’ve said
Things I’ve done
Chasing something down
Step by step
Slow as a leech
Barely out of touch
I don’t know what
Maybe something I will never reach
Jumping over wrecks
My mind can’t keep up
I still feel so perplexed
Words seemingly escape
Trying to find a way to say this
It’s just a jumbled mess
I think I’ve been hexed
Rummaging through the brain
I find a reason
Because I know something is hidden
Behind all that suspense.
Shallow
Those shallow waters
Comfortable and warm
Beckon always to stay
Linger and eventually falter
Under false illusion make you broader
Under false security make you hunger
Believe it or not
Drowning in these waters
Will be hell to endure
Face down, holding your nose
Eyes shut
I’m sure you’ll feel the burn
What’s the point
Of falsely becoming stronger
Those shallow waters decay
They don’t last much longer
They simply evaporate
Drying out in the sun
Everything turning to gore
Your body will not resist
Your skin burnt to charcoal
Out there in the deep waters
Wonder is always much farther
Guaranteed to be much more
Wisdom hidden
The sweetest of all the forbidden
Your legs kicking, getting better
Muscles growing stronger
Your mind comes along
As a whole you fill with honor
Scary at first
Full of intrigue and mystery
Sometimes those profound, dark waters
Are closer than you believe
No such thing as monsters
Those shallow liquids
Drowning in these waters
Will be hell to endure
Face down, holding your nose
Eyes shut
I’m sure you’ll feel the burn
So just lift your damn head,
Stop the eternal churn.
Lessons
Learning lessons the hard way
Running headlong into a brick wall
Always trying to prove a point
Now I’m just trying not to disappoint
Blood running down my face
A reminder of the pain coming from within
My soul going down a slow drain
Where most agony ends up,
Stuck like a clogged vein
Coating everything in tar
Black and hard
Poisoning like acid rain.
Stare
Nothing comes out
Staring at this blank screen
Stopping me in my tracks from doubt
Feelings urging to pour out
Like a crack in a dam
Turbulence ready to pounce
Strike down the cement in my judging contemplations
Flood the rivers
Overflow the banks
Let it explode outward like a nebula at its end
Flush out the poison stuck inside,
It feels like hot tar on a summers’ night
To drown the mundane
Bury it deep in a spectacular wave
Nothing escapes
All locked up tight like the vacuum of space
Dammit, it’s all just a drag
Losing my silly mind
Longing to spit it all out
I can’t agree with myself
So I knock the brain around
Going on without any bounds
Handcuffs placed on every murmuration,
It’s hard to escape from those gentle palpitations
If only one chance, to lose the hinges
Soften the blows
Scream into the air
And just let it all go
Nothing at all
A dark empty screen
Staring back at me
If I could, with a gasp I’d be good
Haunting perceptions
All coming back out of the blue
I hear them calling
Spooky memories
Flooding all back
Like a thousand raging tsunamis
Soon the dam might burst open
A majestic explosion
Flying concrete and debris
Knocking it all down like a tower of ice in the middle of hell
I agree, its all self destruction
The urge to burn it all down
Start anew,
Rebel in the dystopian
And speak it all out,
No more going around
Nothing has ended
Staring at a full screen
Something happened when the stars aligned
One day it takes for life to change
The ultimate force of nature
Driving me forward with spectacular agitation
What is it they say? Objects in motion tend to stay in motion
So push me forward until I tilt over
These words insisting to come out
A lifetime of things left on the back burner
So different choices made
Soaking in a sweet rain
And even with so much
I try and I try,
And Nothing comes out.
Dream
Feelings lost in real time
Nothing heard in the space around
A dream is reality without the grime
I’ll trade it all pound for pound
Come on over, help me make this rhyme
Wait a minute and I’ll shift your ground
You know it can be sublime
My intention is not to let you down
I know we can break this paradigm
A peace that is beyond profound
In life you need that tickle in your spine
So join me hand in hand all the way down
Feelings found in real time
Your heart I hear in the space around
Reality is a dream, so lets stop this pantomime.
Expectations
Dreaming up a perfect little world,
a perfect romance,
a perfect partner,
a perfect meal,
Perfection that’s perfect.
In all these godforsaken expectations we lose the meaning of it all.
The outlook is never as bleak as we believe, never as beautiful as we yearn.
Damn it all to hell,
Embody the ultimate form of protest in this cynical world we inhabit,
The form of the hopeless romantic.
Chase what you dream of, even if it never becomes reality, for it is better to epitomize your ideals and battle for them, than to meander aimlessly through the void.
We are traveling through space on a giant rock, how much more fantastical can all this be?
How many signs do you need to see?
How many sleepless nights do you need to realize this can all end tomorrow, washed away by the mighty sea?
The bohemian heart speaks to all of us, we all hold that spark in our eyes, and endless wonder in our soul that could grow like the majestic oak tree.
If we can’t hold on to that simple fact, we will continue living a robotic life, dragged away by circumstances and momentum.
This is the sword I will die on, this is the truth my heart speaks of.
I hope one day you can find yours.
Make that choice, or the choice will be made for you.
Bad Company
I think I’ve given up
Normalcy just doesn’t appeal
All the lunacy has knocked me to my knees
Hitting the road
Looking for bad company
I’m pushing it all aside
I’ve decided its ride or die
There is no time
That is what’s precious
So don’t give me all those lies
I’m done feeding these things in my head
Make up your mind and lets go
I’m telling you, you won’t make me bow
There is more to life than making bread
I guarantee you’ll want more
I’ll drown in that lake of fire
It’s where guaranteed I stay warm
Oh, that poison is killing me
But there you are, sticking the knife even further
So don’t mix this up any longer
Because I know
Baby, deep down I know
That love is in escrow
And I, forever in debt to her
Going out in a hail of fury
Grasp it all with my bare soul
You have no idea what I’ll bury
So take that shot, finish off the pot
I need to know if you can make the part
Because out on the road
At least I know
I’ll have bad company
Spells of Nothing
Getting lost in words.
I’ll continue and succumb to another world
Where it’s wrapped up perfectly for enchantment.
Where answers are found,
Questions are bound.
Because try as I must,
I do not understand this world, or it’s people, or even myself
My mind feeling constantly whirred.
I do not understand this reality with all it’s strife.
All the things we say, and don’t mean
The things we do, and never conclude.
We seek love, and don’t accept it
We seek wisdom, and wallow in darkness
A perfect little world we imagine
A perfect little world we never go for.
So I escape.
To a journey where existence is less painful
Where randomness is not tenfold.
Because we know,
We know.
We know it can all be gone in an instant
Yet still we cheat, hurt, run away, and fight all the way until we are distant
Giving pain plenty of insistence
We push further as if we were inmortal
The gentlest of a breeze will pop the bubble in which we hurtle,
And we keep on trying to figure out this brief inferno
Leaving memories which fade away
Like the notes we had on that sacred journal.
So I escape
To another world,
Where even for the briefest of moments I can grasp your soul
Wrap it up nicely, and warm it to it’s core.
Cure the affliction from which you suffer
Break down the pain
Don’t be afraid of the good,
Accept it without putting up a buffer.
But we are all broken.
Broken people liking other broken people
Breaking it all down into dust
Striving to fill the hole with empty bits
Shattering what’s already fragmented
We learn to accept pain and simply submit
Diving down the hole that is less moonlit
Ironic, how what we wish for the most
Is what scares us to never find that bliss.
One Chance
Nothing poetic about these words
Lost in thoughts never heard
Your heart is all I ever yearn
One chance we have
No regret seems too bad
Lets run with it and just go mad
The mighty big bang
Left us all to hang
How can I say this without sounding drab
Time is coming
It’s darkness at full speed running
Catch my hand, lets take off gunning
How fast do we go,
Lets fly high like the mighty crow
I’m tired of this slow grow
Lets hide behind the romance
Succumb to the mighty trance
You & I both know,
We only have one chance.
The Imperceptible
Do all times feel like dark times?
Rampant tyranny through gloomy streets
Excessive violence through addled minds
A rattled consciousness leads to haste.
What has become of light and glory?
What has become of the noble hero?
The rundown, exhausted populace
chant and protest to no avail.
The joke is on us.
Crumbs fall down, peppering the floor
Famished we fight
To each his own
One on one against each other
Fighting to the bones.
Bread and circus on the rundown psyche
Leaving behind questioning thoughts
Up in arms over futile nonsense
The tyrant system will not be tied in knots.
This the battle waiting to be fought
To reach a union over the associated bunch
The communal band that rule for a few
We are not so trifle, Do not be tricked
I have only but one thought:
The imperceptible will deliver the
counter-punch.
One day, humanity will, quite literally, cast our sails out into the interstellar cosmos, riding the winds of ancient energies from deep within the bowels of time, set on a journey to the profound abyss of space.
The next frontier.
An odyssey to discover the deepest mysteries that haunt our inspirations. To ride the turbulence of gravity on a ship so strong the mighty solar flares will be harnessed for energy instead of instant death.
Another Sad Song
Gentle approaches,
stubborn emotions,
the feelings I get from all your reproaches.
I’m wailing,
As true as the moon
I feel my insides peeling
Why did I drink that enchanted brew?
I’m swimming,
Drowned in fears never subdued
In this substance submerging
No sensation ever felt so skewed.
In search for madness
I found rationale
Its fires burning like embers in hell.
The stars aligned tonight
I prayed them true
Lets rejoice with all our might
And succumb to this earthly stew.
Join me in this journey that could be lifelong,
We can’t keep drowning in another sad song.
Quiet
Pensive minds withholding deep thoughts
Loud mouths divulging much of nothing
Our minds cannot connect all the dots
A ghastly mirage is whats haunting.
One look outside & the world is gone
Every day a new beginning to inspire
A constant fight to see this new dawn
Remove the haste that led us haywire.
Mind fogging verbalizations feel untrue
The sensing of another soul lost in time
Stranger than the elephant going coo-coo
I cannot see you behind the slime.
The wicked incantation from these words
Led us to forget what we were
Use them wisely with much rigor
Let us not end deep in the underworld.
A sixth sense seems all but forgotten
Do not listen to those with the answer
Truth to them is always ill-gotten
A two step of lies for those with no sensor.
The answer does not lay with the supreme
Nor does it await hidden in a cliff
The answer feels like a negative within a scream
Never have I ever felt this glib.
Yet here we are putting two & two together
Dancing around breaths not meant for us
Unifying our thoughts into its full splendor
Here we are in the dark woods feeling quite so snug.
Ruling Class No More
We find ourselves in this precarious situation politically because we pay homage to a group of geriatric, decrepit and hypocritical people who govern us as if we lived in the last century, under antiquated traditions and constant scheming. It is assumed that wisdom advances over the years yet it seems what advanced has been the mental myopia that does not allow them to see beyond their noses buried in money.
My people, while we tear our clothes for these ruling bandits on one side or the other, they are increasingly rich and soaked in power; we, who do not even know those we defend, every day are poorer, restless and in a feverish state of mind. Meanwhile, we insult and kill each other, while those in power sleep peacefully in their palaces. I am left wondering, "Divide and conquer", this old adage could never be more correct.
The Predicament
What a predicament we find ourselves in.
The story goes that a thin veneer of electric pulses unites us all, interconnectedness they call it.
Yet, there is another force that has been within and around us for millennia.
Once, in a distant time, a distant land, information passed its way tongue to tongue.
Tête-à-tête.
Whispers in the ear under the moonlit sky, speech exchanged with attentive eyes, around a fire with all its warmth, animals conspired.
Sounds put together, strung along for an eternal ride, gave way to stories waiting to be heard.
Enchantments.
Legends were born.
Myths were started.
The eternal hero’s saga continued.
A vibrational pulse made its way through land and sea, be it on horseback or by the way of a thousand steps the message found its way.
“One last I love you.
One final goodbye.
A heartfelt salute.
Another sky that passed us by.”
An approaching figure, a shadow in the horizon, nears with withering news. From saddle to ground, the rider encroaches, “I bring in my hands, the possibility to dispel much pain or much happiness; for you to endure depends on the power within this prose.” An everlasting spell he read:
“Sweet remembrance.
Gentle approaches.
My heart this tells you,
My love for you dead,
Do not reproach me!“
Breath, air escaping arid lips, those pronouncements sacred and not meant to be wasted. Oh! How we exhaust this precious resource more valuable than gold. The enchantment of the captivating zephyr, casting away into an apparent emptiness, to be received, ingested, and cast away once again into nothingness.
From whispers to digital imprints, this energy has shaped worlds, known and unknown. The murmur of a gentle wind casting sounds into the air. In all its might, no stronger charm can be heaved, no stronger energy released. We are strung along with this wonderful jinx.
A fluttering sail is seen on the horizon, making approach to the rocky tides.
Snowy lands.
Misty trees.
What was once scandalous is now under the influence of propagandists.
What was once marvelous is now under the influence of activists.
Creatures await amongst shadows not seen. A wooden skiff nears the turbulent shore, a stranger disembarks, heavy hemp bag over his shoulder, looking ‘round he sees not a soul yet feels wandering eyes on him. He screams into the air:
"From an ancient land I come,
gifts in hand,
do not let me succumb!"
His shriek rattles through the smoky mist, unseen feathery creatures awake from their slumber. Wings fluttering in the wind, eyes turned to face the harrowing howl, as if his statement carried magic within, a sparkle of light emerges from above, the fog gently lifts. A voice pronounces:
“You cry is heard,
Your intentions have been seen,
Yet we cannot help thee”
A sentence is set forth, condemning a lonely sailor. These uttered noises more powerful than a thousand swords. With a final mournful breath, the sailor is no longer true. His judgment condemning him to the place in time where all is forgotten, swallowed whole into a beast so majestic the universe itself seems downtrodden.
That is the power of the force expelled through our breath.
We are magicians, molding reality, sculpting the unimaginable, exercising millions of neurons that run amok in our brains.
Letters formed, put together they became simple prose, as time passed, a new magician’s trick was born.
A magical apparatus lights up, its electrical discharges similar to a majestic and frightful animal’s brain; The Animal.
Homo-Sapiens.
The ape that knows that he knows.
The passing of the years have been endured, knowledge and wisdom conveyed with astonishing speed and superficially matured.
Augmented growth, progress made by leaps and bounds, exponentially.
Into the dark void in between the empty space of our souls. A long, fruitful journey, not without mistakes or aberrations. Not without confusion and fault.
An enchanted reader mesmerized by a mythical glow, discerning the letters to understand it’s flow. A few simple seconds to read these lines:
“News has come, to you my son,
The awaited day has come,
Once, these bars held me in place,
My years withering away,
With might and a spark of luck,
I gladly tell you,
I’m free from all this muck!”
Oh! The time has come, to endure a feeling much eluded but always sought, happiness is here but not to trust. The power behind those lines, releasing the mind from the catacombs of nightmares, finally, he was no longer stuck.
The same magical screen lights up faces, smiling and frowning, lit up by the millions, all ‘round the world, in this dimension and dimensions unknown.
What was once scandalous is now under the influence of propagandists.
What was once marvelous is now under the influence of activists.
And through inspiration of the long, lost muse, another cast spell to enthrall us all, a power so strong even the gods felt its pull.
Soon, realization comes to me, I am writing out into oblivion, casting out sounds for what they were meant to be: eternal spells.
We are in the grips of an eternally subconscious incantation: the spell of Words.
Words.
So it ends, or it begins, of that journey only the readers eyes can discern, an eternal struggle to set forth intention and thought, that, my dear friends, is the predicament we find ourselves in.
Exploration
There is no exploration more important and transcendental than that of our own mind, our own being.
To overcome mental barriers and the cognitive dissonance of which we suffer at the time we are presented with evidence that goes against our dogmas, beliefs, or conceptions of ourselves. Ideas which we believed were indisputable, infallible, and were planted in our subconscious from the moment of birth, perhaps from the moment of conception. Within homo sapiens this is very natural, we are an animal species with very complex social structures and we depend on these structures to realize ourselves as people.
The historian and author, Yuval Noah Harari expresses in his book, "Sapiens: from animals to gods", that this kind of indoctrination takes place for years, something very specific to homo sapiens, unlike other species. Humans at birth require a constant and special kind of attention different from a kitten that few weeks after birth can forage for food or a foal that can trot shortly after birth. This human peculiarity, among many others, has contributed significantly to our extraordinary social abilities as well as to social problems, something very unique among species. Raising children requires constant help. A single mother would not find it easy to find food and support her children at the same time, ideally, collaboration from family or community members is preferred. This has greatly favored our ability to form strong social ties.
Apart from this, homo sapiens are born with an underdeveloped brain that lends itself easily to being molded, educated, or manipulated to certain "specifications".
Our brain at birth is like glass that has been melted in an oven, easy to handle and mold very freely. This is why it is easy to educate children from youth to be Christians or Buddhists, socialists or capitalists, to love war or peace.
However, once we reach adult life there is also a great capacity for education and learning. It will not be easy but dogmas to which we were subjected from an early age can be changed, in many cases a cognitive dissonance can occur, which can cause much mayhem within our senses and being. There are certain thoughts that over time, and with the discovery of new evidence, can begin to produce contradictions within our brain. Leaving those thoughts can be difficult for us, there is a certain comfort in them and the dissonance is so great that we decide to ignore the subconscious. During the first years of life, the brain is in a process of neurogenesis, it is being formed and this process continues until adulthood, where the process of neurogenesis is already at almost undetectable levels. Environmental factors such as physical exercise, stress, and the consumption of antidepressants, have also shown significant effects on neurogenesis. All this influencing our way of thinking, neurons connected and assimilated into our lives.
This exploration of our cognitive reality may seem without measure or effect, without purpose, but in itself, it is an exploration of why we become who we are. The independent individual that we often think we are is usually no more than a small and delicate illusion, fragile as the first layer of ice on a lake in early winter. Our reality is made for us, we have a mental filter in place since we were born, which has its practical use during our first years, but, at the same time, it can create barriers.
It is of utmost importance to be free and independent of thought enough to be able to analyze these contradictions that can occur in our way of thinking or seeing the world. Deepening our thoughts, analyzing our mental processes, and appreciating the fact that many of our untouchable doctrines are malleable, they can be changed. We are questioning what was established for us, all the schemes and ways of thinking. It is not forgetting what has been learned, but extending our knowledge and expanding our culture with new and renewed presences.
Introducing new ideas with greater significance and importance for our lives can be the difference between full freedom of thought or remaining with a cast placed on our thinking.
Our brain at birth is like glass that has been melted in an oven, easy to handle and mold very freely.