Pointless paths

Moving again as I can't find my place,
don't know where I am or just where I'll lay
the places I love are too far away,
the places I am are those which I hate,
the people around, I don't give a damn,
tomorrow, I'll see them, but won't know their names.

Can't cope with the one people expect,
my choices are driven straight to nowhere,
I'm doomed to be who I just can't love,
I'd love to break through but I lost all hope,
and in the meanwhile I survive, don't live,
all my words are dumb, my body's stiff.

All along the way, I leave tones of corpses,
dreams, expectations, ideas, remorses,
and sometimes, I also, write some shitty poems.

bleach you

You call yourself a family man, stuck in a distorted history made by your rules
in moral values rooted in the past.

My brothers are strangers, my timeline is a curve, smoking when it's deadly, not drinking to forget, I want to watch the Pope making porn with a nun.

Your wife, white trash hardcore believer,was bought in eviction, you see her as your property and treat her as a mule.

My partner is an individual, she's one, with me, we are two, for me a family man is far from being you.

And then you come to my place, just tell me what's your truth, try to sell me your bullshit, my offer...screw you.

small town runaway

cracked glass returns a crack image which you can't recall yours, which shows nothing but flaws. Smoked windows which don't let intrusive eyes break in have block the light and tamed the devouring monsters fed by need.

No needs, no fears, now open your eyes as there is no will.

ἄναρχος

Spread over the sky of a decayed civilization.
These are the last terrible years of authority.
The disease has reached its crisis,
Ten thousand years of power.

Now shout out to the media: “United We Stand!”
They shall continue blind among the blind.
Deaf to the word, so clear, so strong,
It’s been told before, addOur day will come.


Fires beyond your imagination,
Tearing up souls like a bible infestation.
People, in endless tribulation,
Right back with a one-two combination.
We will not rule, & also ruled we will not be.

Raise your fists after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake the earth like dew.
Many against a few.

Family Dinners

"You said, you did, you didn't say, you didn't do"
Old stories are like voltors flying around the dying,
like hyenas hidding cruelty behind a sneer.
If you live in grudge and you're to bitter to forgive ,
it's you the corpse they'll be feeding from.

perpetuum mobile

Walk together a new path.
Sometimes you don't know where you're going to,
so the best option is just walk.

I have the urge to walk like a shark can't stop swimming,
I feel if I stop moving I'm dying,
if I stop thinking, my brain is useless
and its place could be taken by a rotten coliflower.

Walk together into the unknown,
find there everything you have been looking for,
and the constant will to look for more.

White Collar Lies

Ask no questions and hear no lies, give no answers and the truth will become a stranger sitting at your family dinning table, unnoticeable in the blur, but appearing in all pics with a sneer.

Half the truth is often a whole lie as living with fear is a half life, but knowing all the truth as a pack with past, details, joys and pains is hardly ever advisable as your truth is rarely theirs, and today's truth is a scratch in someone else's memories, memories that vaguely resembles facts and particularly get too often messed up in rethoric and gratuitous images.

Then, one day, you wake up, switch TV, check the net and can't tell the truth from the biggest lie, world rulers accept no questions asked while you're demanding answers for the present and for the past, disinformation keeps us confused and you wonder if your private behaviour has been copied by mass media.

Day One of the rest of your life. Headlines: We're all used

Whistles in silence

Being a kid, I used to pull, hit and kick my teeth so I could wait all night to get the tooth fairy bring me anything, from a brother to the most useless crap. Sometimes I got a coin, once I even got a watch and, when I achieved my goal too late, I was told the overnight demand for tooth fairy visits exceeded the amount of time the tooth fairy had so I got a scratch paper.

Then my sister died.I learnt to keep my mouth shut, not to shout too loud while being pulled, kicked and hit in the mouth by the fact that no tooth fairy was going to fulfill my wishes, that the answers I was looking for couldn't be found under my pillow, that facing meaningles was a path I had to walk on my own despite of being surrounded by those who preached to find an answer in God and too many years later I came to find out my father had wandered around in a parallel road until he run out of fuel and decided to rejoin.

As the last member of a handicapped linage, I decided to ask for a last wish, remeber to forget and forget to remember so I could get a fresh start, focus on what I had instead of everything I lacked, find the joy in other's joy, freedom of mind in freedom of speech, my laugh in the most stupid joke when shared with the right one, summing up, the meaning of meaningfull things.

With my mouth full of blood and empty of teeth, I recouped my smile.

mass self delussion

They, who always cared about what was set as ethics, who never dared to choose mistakes as a valid path to walk, who, worst of all, were obsessed with reaching enlightment have too often been confined in a mental prision of shadows, chewing their fingers to the bone in premature dementia. Wrong turns were greeted with scorn, as they depicted themselves as judges of morality, restrain and wisdom while forgetting any kind of simpathy for human feebleness, for our inner right to be wrong.

Wearing wings made of concubine's hair, passing sentences in disguises hidding intrinsic disfigurement while being in confort with the Whore of Babylon arrayed in purple and scarlet colour they all drink from the golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness. Masks of people of virtue conceal Pharisees tearing their clothes just to reveal a depravity sample board.

You judged and, now, you ... will be judged.

Teethgrinder

Smash already smashed souls,
theethgrind in your sleep
just to realise you false smile,
when you are awake, through babyteeth.

Fight demons in your dreams
names and face your real enemies,
with the help of the Oneiroi and Nyx
they're always easier to defeat.

Gather all your hope and dreams.
keep them in a wooden box,
replace pain with renewed hope
and waste no time in regrets and remorse.

Awake to a light so blinding you wish you could never sleep

I light cigarettes with an everlasting candle light
while trying to go through a screen to reach the other side
where she is stuck in the middle of a freezing plateau.

Try to sleep but I am waken up by never-ending sounds
which come from nowhere but a corner of my mind
because the silence has gained space in this house
since she took her giggle in the bottom of a suitcase.

Sleeping surronded by Misery and Dawn,
we three wait expectantly for her come back.

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Enciendo cigarros con la perpetua luz de una vela
mientras intento traspasar una pantalla hacia el otro lado
donde ella se encuentra atrapada en un gélido páramo.

Intento dormir pero me desvelan sonidos incesantes
que provienen no de otro lugar que un rincón de mi mente
ya que el silencio ha ganado terreno en esta casa
desde que ella se llevó su risa en el fondo de una maleta.

Durmiendo rodeado por la miseria y el amanecer,
los tres aguardamos, expectantes, su regreso.

Pupae

Relentless chases of relativism, a nature given to criticism, my finger in a trigger which pulls my tongue way too fast and an absolute belief that nothing above pulls my strings led me to walk in a path walked by fewer but freer brains.

I never asked for a long time companion in my way and hardly ever expected to listen, see, taste or even smell anything but vulgarity as flies never expect to live more than 30 days and wondered if they ever wished to have remained as maggots as much as I wished not to have experienced some episodes of existence.

Human are the most common pest but they are not seen as such because their suits, make up, big cars, scalpel carved bodies, houses and all superficial artifacts have got to be artful devices to hide decadence.

Now I walk, not longer alone, as you are an answer to my questions.

A piece of art

Step one:

Watch closely and dirt your hands,
stick your nails in your liver
and push up straight to your brain
to pull down every single gut in the way,
spread haemoglobin all over the canvas
name it and frame it in dispair.

Step two:

Read Burroughs, Corso and Ginsberg,
face the restlesness instead of fighting it
and see the logic in uneasiness,
go to the nearest bookshop and steal O'Neill,
buy Albee with a forged million dollar bill
capture their bitterness in ink.

Step three (and last):

Forget the canon, as everything in it
has already been done.

live in frames

Feeling detached from reality opens the golden gates of a new realm based on travelings from your bed to the bathroom, a close up to a cigar while the image sweeps away to a close window, behind which a world is thought to be waiting for you but it goes on and on in perpetuity though.

Open frame to a train station where people come and go, cross without uttering a word and those who open their mouth seem numb, lacking in any ability to interact deeply and are captured in backlighting reverse angle.

Extreme long shots of lives that can't get into details as they are so superficial an extreme close up would show how meaningless they are to anyone but themselves and they fade without leaving any imprint. They wish they were at least supporting actors in the plot of your life but nothing but background is what they become.

Split screens where some scenes are shown in slow motion as others appear to be static shots because the script is unwritten and they lost their lines too long ago trying to be who the audience expects them to, with ridiculous expectations to be awarded for a role that wasn't meant to be performed by them and, in the edditing they got nothing but becoming extra features.

Now is your time...LIGHT, ROLL CAMERA, ACTION. Let me see your point of view.

GAME (v-s- -ges o-f r- -n-)

No excuses anymore,
The truth has been perverted
to a game played in a chess
Where the pieces have died
For too long.
Who's the Bishop in the board?
While the pawns fall time after time,
Archbishops spread their word
Concubines of death
Fiances of despair
Sketch a smile on their face.
Crawl in the darkness,
Smile with borrowed anger
Slap the disguise of an “ego”,
Ghastly reflections in the mirror
Feeling loneliness in all this nonsense
Filling emptiness with indifference
Feeling gaps, filling eyes
with the tears I can’t cry.

Alternative points of view

I'll edit what eyes never captured,
write down words nobody said,
create sets that were only shadows,
share what once was only in my brain.

She'll dirt her fingers in the process
of creating what only paint can show,
nightmares, dreams and reality gathered
giving live to a fake oniric world.

Then, we will let ourselves go
the white screen will burn,
the paints will mix and turn,
and so, the rules of real will drown.

Turn Left

The times were thought to be a changing, well, they changed for worst. The revolutions in whispers were so quiet that nobody paid attention. Thomas Moore got behaded, Tom Joad did'nt find his way to California, the 70's were diluted in LSD, the 90's gave birth to a consumer generation that makes the 80's look like the 30's. Being brainwashed seems trendy while commitment is labled as utopian.

There are so many broken dreams along history that one minute silence is the best tribute we could pay.

Inner landscape

The house is freezing, it feels like the pasta has been in the fridge forever, there may be a snowstorm somewhere but not here, the clouds have imprisoned any sunbeam from reaching us while the bureau of immigration and customs enforcement couldn't stop birds from migrating despite they forced a two month delay.

Human breath could move a steam engine today and it's making it hard to tell when someone is just smoking. Nevertheless, I wish the river froze, tap water got stuck, children stayed home facing a free day due to a whim, sudden impulse, of Cailleach Béirre. It won't though.

Frozen as your frozen lips this morning, I reached my boiling point.

Affliction

Sinking in a sea swallowing us
standing in a surface where we stand
alone, everything is blown
blown away by the wind of their minds.
They hear voices in their head,
You can see an amorphous face.

Feel their loneliness
in all this nonsense
Fill their emptiness
with our difference
Feel their gaps
Fill their eyes
with the tears
they can’t cry

I crawl in the darkness
smile with borrowed anger
slap the face of an “ego”
an unmasked you in the mirror
Their normality is just a stream
of ever flowing irreality
their insanity just lies in the sand
of a world which has driven them mad.

Have you ever tried to walk on broken glass?
Will we ever know they're trying to get back?
Back where we never belonged
where they should be despite they're unborn
Back where we can't be alone
and the faces are blank and the eyes are just holes

Blown off

It can make us blank
It can mold us just like clay,
Hold us to the brink,
turn us from the gray.
with her smile and giggle.
she squabbles often
with nothing even remotely real.

We look at the sun till we get blind
searching for some answers we won't find
embracing the darkness to feel safe
hidding our existance from those betrayed
Cracking smiles facing the truth
too many questions in a melting brain
ancient ideas that remain the same
eyes, I lay as I lie, one must sometimes tell a lie

Lost in the shades of gray there’s no black or white
lighting the candless for an endless mourn
our decisions staind our fate
you must not want to see everything

I am a contradition, in its true state.
the ultimate delusion,
You can change my fate
Float it makes me float.
You call me up through fire
out above the clouds
The voice of desire
Sweet on my tongue,
apt seasoning for
all of my moods.
Only you could quench
that peculiar desire,

My last burning cigarette
I walk into the loud lit room
My head feels everywhere
And people run around the fumes

You would be
an essential element
of my daily diet.
And should I ever overdose?
then I would still stand,
heart racing,
eyes bright,
Eventually, like a bulb
burned too bright, I'd go dark