The World

The latent virus of the Cold War never went away

It came back to us, full of new features

The world now

Divided between the rich, affluent or just crooked

While big men with guns standing on their guard ready to kill

Or at least harm while preparing another massacre in a tiny village

The battle for the control of resources has just started again

Plans are being made, the control so important, still such a

Great illusion being extended to every corner of human existence

New types of weapons being created more efficient

In killing is being put up, to win you need to create chaos

A great ladder for climbing while we are falling

Avoiding to prepare until the very last moment

Conman

Winter mornings

Are dark matters

We suffer, we the Slow moving creatures

Of this Earth

I’m just an ordinary conman

Doing my deeds

And sometimes getting paid for them

When we are gone we are forgotten

we the insects of mankind

That you need but always denies

Endnotes to Life

Life is changing

A continuous process

A struggle against

The forces that wants

You to perish

The people who

Wants to maim you

Eventually

In the end of the day

You end up

Different and

In a completely

Different place

The One

Frustrated and crazy

After living in celibacy

Forever (or at least a few weeks)

He decided that all energy

Would be put on hold

Until the perfect one and

Only lonely looney would come by

Eventually she did

And they lived

Unhappy ever after

Outsider

I am not like you

Therefore you despise me

Being thrown out again and again

From our common room

Fighting against the wind

I return again to look

At you the insiders

Living like animals

In a cage