Let Me Live 

Faith faith go away

Let me respite, leave me misery,

Awaking seeds of sorrows  do sway

Heaps of lust which trample and scurry,

This Landscape of absurdity.

 

I’m just an artist. I’m just a witness.

 

I stand in the midst of this danger

Disheveled on random love and anger,

Vexed of life and insatiable hunger

As I fall in love and loathe a stranger.

 

Faith faith go away

Down the market and onto a quay,

Why don’t you take a ticket to ride

And I’ll just love and hate and yearn and chide,

For my life needs it all.

The Day Humanity Died

It was a rainy day and everyone had them
roofed with their umbrella while a man in a
wheelchair was showered with rain
It was the day humanity died.

It was that one cold winter evening
a homeless man in street saw people with
warm clothes but, with the cold heart inside
It was the day humanity died.

It was the day of festivity and celebration
There was many leftovers for the dog
But non for the beggar just outside
It was the day humanity died.

It was the day a child was born
Everyone had blessings and joy
None heard the cry of a helpless child
whose mother had just died.

It was the day humanity died.

 

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The World Is A Vanity Fair

I used to have sudden, violent urges to be free. I wasn’t at liberty to parade my perspectives and judgments. Let’s say, I was rather inhibited by my social milieu. I met people who were absolutely and relatively free. I, on the other hand was relatively enslaved. I stayed inhibited since my teenage years where I had my share of run-ins with drugs, high life and incoherent family values. These restrictions made me yearn for freedom and I used to imagine that to be free was to be able to say no to family life. I abhorred family life and societal values. I still do to some degree. My family wasn’t a conservative one but when your daughter is doing drugs and hanging out with prodigies for her classmates who in spite of their nomadic life and drug use were destined to succeed in life. I on the other hand had no idea what I was gonna do. I was a fuck up.

Little conviction, even less talent and big dreams was what I had to my name. A day dreamer, a nihilist, an atheist and a rigid moralist. My sense of propriety was so gluten free that once in school I told my teacher that a high mark in one of my papers was erroneous and I had only earned second rate marks. When that Department recalculated my paper, it was true. They gave me a point for my honesty and I gleefully accepted the gift. My friends made a mockery out of me that day. I still feel like an imbecile. In soothe, I was a hair-raising hippy from the 60’s. I don’t like the hippies, but since we human beings tend to brand everything, I was an unreasonable hippy adrift in the purgatory of spiritual cum hedonistic measures.  Anyways, I said fuck to humanity during my adolescence when a girl I had been having an affair left me like she’d left her truly yours. The whole roller-coaster of an affair turned me into a savage. I became a Patriot.

As a jingoist, I wasn’t a brilliant one. But I wasn’t bad either. It sounds ridiculous to measure patriotism but everyone measures it anyways.

‘What have you done for your country?’

‘Fuck you, I eat local momos daily to support the local economy’.

For my part, I deliberated a hunger strike to call into attention the misery of my fellow countrymen. It turned out to be miserable for my friends instead. Well, I can proudly say that I once hadn’t eaten for three days and nights straight. There in hunger, my patriotism faded.

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