I am knocking down the concrete walls in the streets like fresh umbrella mushrooms,
Hitting hard the grand temples of your depressed mind
Pricking the waterless drops of tears in your soul-less eyes
And you tell me,
There is no beauty in family -abuse; raping daughters of sunrise, digging out family inheritance.
Absolutely No. There is no beauty in cruelty, in death in this world compiled in a black chapter book where there is only humans slaughtering men in abattoirs.
There is no beauty in seclusion, in indifference, in randomness even in the plenitude of human affairs.
No, there isn’t.
This world is a controlled HQ where us is kept within a panic room like a child with Asthma sustained merely by some allergy drops.
Life according to a neurotic mind is one remote control with a single click —– flushed out and doomed —– like an automatic toilet bowl invented in Japan or in Germany by another great scientist from the year 8080.
One day you’ll meet a tall, dark stranger ; a movie director ransacking deathbeds, digging deep to show NO beauty in a mother’s cry for her children’s dead bodies.
There is only enough limit in which the human mind can take the evil horrors of life.
So before we become more alienated…
Into the heart of darkness, let your eyes see the unsung childhood sailing away forever
Look deep into the pictures not of golden harvest and organic flush of wind but of war crimes, skin discoloration, the commercialized face-lift, nose jobs and tender oil suction, the poisonous bombing and the publicized hand-served of the UN tribe in a plate of dystopia.
Yes, you told me these words from the other worlds.
Yet as actors and bare performers on a stage with different acts and rotating backdrops, if you know, the ‘cirque du soliel’ we are.
Go into the heart of things to witness how the world rattles one after the other as people scream in despair with a doggish mind unfollowing god -serving butterflies reinventing the color-wheel eight octaves higher.
As you perceive the Earth, human beings and life in general —
Searching for light with all the good beyond all evil in yourself and the cyclical mud-view that creeps into being,
With all these, you want me to figure it all out.
To see them in your light; I do.
Because we live in the same pig-pen fed of the same pig-sty.
Yes. You tell me everything.
I can’t carry the same seed even if I’m the only one stupid, joke -immuned girl reduced to misunderstand the truth of life’s meaninglessness.
You tell me, you have a much rancor towards life.
Isn’t that unfortunate?
To disqualify yourself of a single life with the way you regard life to be meaningless.
Isn’t the one who contradicts it desires most of it?
If this is the ground where we lay the foundation,
All must have committed suicide; —-
removed of the vitality for life.