Progress

What can be said of my inheritance

If my morale goes down in decadence?

What can be said of my resilience

If I lack my own self-reverence?

I am to imprison the insect,

I am to renounce the recess

For every excess causes a defect,

every defect an excess

Macbeth

I but desire the lack of Macbeth in my thoughts
Whilst he knocks on all the doors of my consciousness
Demanding to be allowed to enter, pleading to his power
and to his lost babies
.......................who sneaked in through the chimney pipe minutes before

With all my might I push to oppose his will
Fighting to overcome this mental dyskinesia
Yet close to fated to fall conquered in the battlefield
coloring the grass brand new

But I refuse to surrender

For if I lose this fight, nothing will be left
the world will twist and turn around me
time will collapse distorted into pieces

and all hope will be gone

an anecdote

now that I think of it
it never occurred to me
that I’d revealed myself in public
that I’d stripped myself of all my clothes,
of all my layers of guard,
and presented my bare skin to craving eyes

it was hardly realizable
only to be seen afterwards

yet it tells something
mainly to me
it says, even though I fought,
even though I gave my all,
I was never brave enough
to bombard the place to the ground

and plant new seeds to the ashes

Nine

His manners will squeeze the truth out of you
then make you beg for forgiveness
it's a standard procedure
for the Satan,
disguised as a mere devil

and force you to choose
between a blue and a red pill

until you say it aloud
the number, of which,
anyone would be but proud

anyone but you
for you can see the Satan inside

Anniversary

A choir of mouths, of lips,
of those of your own blood, your breed
It was fate, so they say
Fate, in an even key

The magnificent form of a victorious pose
it’s a mark, it’s a sign, so they say
and her eyes, only God could have created those
her smile, only Lord has such taste

A choir of mouths, of lips,
of those of your own blood
We shall give birth to wonders, they say, they beam
we will deliver supermen
through these years, these anniversaries

Think about it, think
In an even key
Think just how happy you’d be
If it wasn’t for me

The Secret

They say ignorance is bliss
but does that apply to love as well?
or is this mere curiosity,
poisoning the mind of the fallen

while the ones, the innocent,
live a lie
happy as hell

With my breaking bones I crutch on yesterday’s truth
as evolution combines the two
revelation of secrets, of what was never done back,
dilates my pupils ‘till my eyes turn black

Pretendage

Your vulnerability is hidden beneath thousands of layers
Laid by your own fragile hands
Fingers bleeding of the cactus thorns
that vitalize the many

As you take it to heart:
Fear exceeds bravery

This is the brilliant mockingbird act we’ve all come to see
Fake imitation of what is thought to be worth the honor
as the king of all kings,
While you fail to beg to differ

and leave the heart of your soul
beating cold against the frosty ground