Romance will save the world

Romance will save the world

I think it's normal to die for what you're living for
isn't that romantic?
I think words lost their meaning
so it doesn't matter what i think
From behind a screen.

My social media persona does not represent me.
My public profile is only there to see what's out there
and counter-manipulate the algorithms trying to "profile it"
I am the spectator behind.

My opinions are mine, and my profile's opinions are 
not opinions at all.
They're colorless, tasteless, characterless, like they're meant to be.
Confusing, contradictory and random, they're noise.
It's like they're not there,
cause indeed they're not.

That sea of internet opinions is way too unreal.
Mine, they hover over where it smells of coffee and baristas are busy
Where it's just loud enough to get a glimpse of other conversations and let the energy flow.
Now isn't that romantic?

Aliens

We are indeed Life’s longing for itself, and Voyager spacecraft is quite a bait.

What have we sent towards the stars?
Was it just harmonious beauty, or random sorrows too?
Did we send birds’ songs and left out bellows of Brazen bulls?
Have we sent our location as Disneyland, or as Auschwitz?
Did the ones that sealed the fate of Hiroshima seal that message too?
Are we signaling to aliens from a lighthouse, or luring them with sweet chants?

Have they been landing, have they left a trace?
Have they opened their eyes to colorful simple shapes
Have they crawled on fake floors and teddy bears?
Have they experienced ecstasy in sweet bites of joy?
Have they maintained our abstract temple, and added a couple of floors?

Do you think we don’t know?

Bo3bo3

Is this how blind you are? is this how deaf you are? is this how dead you are?

Do you not know that we’re like you? do you not realize that we intentionally buried what you shamelessly embrace? do you not know that we know? did you not understand that no matter how carefully crafted are your words they speak less than a single whim of the heart?

Did you not know that souls speak not in narratives?

Do you not think we’ve tasted intoxicating hatred, thrill of complete annihilation, and absolute power? howling with full lungs over endless havoc with boiling blood? do you not know we’ve been there? do you not know we’ve won that battle, do you not know we know it all too well not to be utterly disgusted by your surrender? do you not see how weak you are? Do you not know how every drug addiction ends? for us you are but a scar.

We command you begone, take your spell and go to hell, and close the door, go change, we expect a new face, yours is forever dark.

OUR values

The value shop

We're killing each other again, and if i were to believe history books, we've never stopped, it's just that, i seem to have a survivor bias.
The state of the world today is deplorable and the sad part is, this sentence is so dull nobody can tell when it was written in the great history of the "Ascent of Man".

Adults are good at counting the dead, never knowing what for.
Seeing the history we're writing, I'm almost ashamed for looking at the ones that perished before sending out a word through the eyes of the few winners that did make it. What futures never saw the light, what presents i could have been living?
Are we all equal or are we the ones more equal than others?

It's that...as a proud citizen of the West, just a couple of months ago i knew i could tell my daughter don't worry, everything is going to be fine if she ever came to me with a complaint about the world... cause i knew all hurdles are overcome in the big scheme of things where there are values we share and uphold. 
With the shitshow* happening right now i can no longer say that.
I don't understand how every single person fails to see that this might as well be him, his kids, his family. Anytime. Anywhere. How short-sighted can we be?

Empires rise and fall, the holocaust was an hour ago, we built the first cities on the blood of the enslaved a few hours ago...we started farming this very morning. On our (very) pale blue dot the wiser ones have always showed pessimism in the face of any alluring to progress on the level of human nature: we have no moral superiority in any way to the ones that sprayed their hands on prehistoric cave walls asking themselves why.

As slaves to Almighty, or as Gods, Logos is rolling in waves of black and white. And it's one thing to read and ponder, another thing to see it unfolding.
Not with sorrow, rather with revolt, 
I refuse cruelty
I refuse to bend to a god made of precious stone
I refuse one day to say "because it's human nature"
To hell with humans of cruel nature
To hell with "living" not asking why
To hell with sheep leading sheep
To hell with those raised far and away from wonder and magic, from looking into each others' eyes…
To hell with the shallow, to hell with the fake
To hell with echo chambers reverberating words of virtue and tapping each other's back.
The world is rotting left and right, the stench is overwhelming: it's that of ancient blood-thirsty souls, so empty they can suck in a universe but not look in the mirror once, for fear of seeing, nothing.
Today those are the ones who replaced the God that Nietzsche rightly saw dying, with a golden crown. Perhaps there's a clue to why he called his messenger, the Madman.

Check: Parable Of The Madman by Friedrich Nietzsche - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry
Also check: The news

* Borrowed this one from my good friend A.H. 

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