A life brought in this ratrace

Fruit of a vase rife with thrace,

Destitute thought and grace

A soul lovingly embraced

But a hole full of distaste

What is it that cannot be effaced?

A blazing riot in this carcase

Never ready, never braced

An ever empty vase 

A growing clot pounding a deep bass

This world a fucking disgrace

Only a shitty marketplace

A matter of birthplace, color and race

Someone give it some streptokinase

Or a gun to save some face

A body bludgeoned by a mace

Again and again, a faster pace

This interface of too many a poker face

A must for the lust to get to third base

Social, cyber, all a waste of space

Let the heart under, so it finds solace

And what will you do,

When the going gets tough;

When life's seas get rough;

When the threat of Death

Or worse befalls you?

Who will you blame?

Without any shame

Anything, anyone, but you.

Fate & circumstances,

Family and acquaintances, 

God, Satan, and their minions

Excuses in the millions

Just not to stare in that mirror

Oh the lies, the horror!

To even remotely consider

That you're in error

To realise... you're a sinner.

First came gender

Then came colour

And after came religion

One after the other

Another cut, another incision

Now with every choice,

You affirm your individuality

Fight for a voice

Yet, eroding solidarity

Why do you focus so much

On the superfluous?

You silently judge

While keeping a grudge

And forget the most important

The common factors lying dormant

Playing in the warmongers' hands 

No one taking a stand

I beg of you please

Put your own soul at ease

Fight not coz of things that divide us

But rather those that unite us

Don't be a minus

When you can be a plus

Lift up your head

Walk on in the storm

Succumb not to the dread

Be, don't conform

For that would kill you

Your identity, individuality

Don't transform, push through 

Shred the pressure of community

That sadistic cage so red

So many pretty souls bled

Shine on, spread those wings

Show off your unique zing

Coz if you're subdued or prude

You're gonna get screwed

Love is so ethereal
But is the most real

It makes you willingly fall
And then breaks you whole

When the key ones leave
A barren heart up your sleeve

Once more from the start
All the time in vain trying

And never properly mending
A gruesome mosaic of a heart

Only made when bonds break apart
Elevating a simple organ to art

2016 was horrible. If ever there was a retrospective done, the things that went wrong and needed to be fixed, would require a tremendous amount of effort from us all.
2016 was a reverberating slap in the face of the progressives who just stay in front of their device and are furiously typing their valuable opinions as comments on Facebook. That is not how you make a stand. Action needs to follow. And this is what we need to talk about.

With the amazing rise of certain groundbreaking research, great products came to life this year: Tesla Solar Panels, LEAF, Microsoft Surface Studio, PeeWorld VR, amongst others. These products are presented by one person usually. Problem is: everyone thinks that person was the guy who "invented"  the product in question and therefore focus is misplaced. More importantly, credit is wrongly given and aspirations are built on the wrong motivation. For a product to be successful, its vision needs to be shared across a majority or all of the people involved in its creation (and adoption).

Society has been conditioning us to believe in our individuality and uniqueness, and also to be afraid of the situations and behaviours that we do not comprehend. Oldest rule in the book: "Divide and conquer". As an individual, we can discover our own talents, strengths and weaknesses and hone those to move forward. But is moving forward really that important if you move forward alone? Is this a war where you need to stand victorious on a conical pile of corpses?

As one person, your chance of bringing about a globally significant change is 'slim' and I use the word loosely here. Plus, it is in those high up that societal pyramid (goverment and/or private sector) hands' that you play in, when you do start acting as a lone wolf. You are not significant. Your views do not matter as a singular person. However, to maybe give a bit more of a fight, you can assemble/join a collective/team representing your views that would have a bit more weight in the proverbial scales. The collective consciousness, the hivemind, is probably the only way, as a population in a so-called democracy, that you have to pressure and make your voice heard to those having the decisional power. Also, seek to understand things and situations before you do judge it by its (mainstream media's) cover,  do a nice gesture for or make friends with people you never would have approached. Look at what Bernie and his team brought about: an eye-opening revolution against the fucked-up system made for the powerful. Same thing happening with the young politicians in China.

Austerity is clutching at the last straws of how to keep control throughout the world, we've seen this wave taking over globally. All the dictators, the fucked up systems working only for those at the top, the blatant corruption, trying to impose as many laws to restrict and restrain. But, if we get together, accepting that we are one, maybe we have a chance. Sometimes, good things happen when you take a leap of faith.

So leave those keyboards and screens. Do something tangible. Get people together. Hear their issues. See if you find a common ground to make your voice heard as a collective. For the fight is just beginning. 

Have a peek, a deep look

At a love held for the book

The smell of a new one

An olfactory frenzy to fan

The flipping of pages 

Gripping the readers

While they discover 

The next stages

Be it a graphic novel

Or literary debacle

All of them have souls

The reader's holy scrolls

Each one is a gospel

And I am the only apostle

Thank you

To the first one

An inspiration

For the foundation

To the one that got away

For you I silently pray

That happiness always be abay

Fuck you

To the one that broke me

For preferring the many

For your beastly cruelty

To the ones that used me

The boozy, smoky and foxy

For the snap back to reality

Bless you 

To the two who matter

My sister and mother

A gentleman's eternal ladder

And lastly The One

Second to none

Who'll finally bind this son

Let's talk about humour, the ideal armor

For things perfect, and situations abject

Such a godlike spectrum, the fulcrum

Like the wife and your sexlife

Where sometimes the droll or anecdotal

Overlaps with the situational or farcical

As Kenny's continuous deaths

We love the morbid and the blue

Like we currently do with Seth

And the dry flavour shining through

But we do miss Franklin's wit

As many try to emulate a bit

We still have Kev for the hyperbolic

And Will for the sophomoric

Both Jimmys are the masters of the parodic

While the first is a touch better in ironic

Then we have Chris with the mordant

That got everyone a bit discordant

Let's not forget about highbrow

Where we find Parker at its prow

And a last mention for good ol' slapstick

Where fake acting gives us a LOL kick

May you find the variety you need

From the shit I just made you read

We're all searching 

Something everlasting

I looked at Life

Its peaks and troughs

I felt Happiness 

Twas too high a key

I caressed Sadness 

Twas too low a wee

I tasted Anger

Twas too addictive

I wooed Love

Twas too punitive

So I gave in to Death

Found it constant

Made it a friend

Met a beautiful end

If only we gave love a chance 

And let it bloom for once 

Into joy for all humanity 

Into smiles for us and thee 

 If only we gave peace a real go 

And clearly told the warmongers "No!" 

 "Leave your bombs and guns 

Choose serenity and hold our hands" 

Maybe, just maybe then 

We could be one brethren 

No more puppet-masters

 No more political leaders 

Pulling the strings 

 From their thrones, like kings 

No more violated women 

No more dead children 

No more distorted beliefs 

No more vengeful grief 

Only the olive branch and the dove 

Carrying the message of one love 

Maybe, just maybe then 

Lennon would finally be zen

Aimlessly erring

A life without bearing

Knifing, wolfing, gulping

Instead of living

Moments

Blinded by societal currents

Content of not knowing

Not wondering

If you're a human, doing

rather than a human, being?

Not realising you are fusing

With the mask you're wearing

And so the mask you will become

Just another lost in the maelstrom

Love is dead

So are our hearts

Bayoneted

And broken parts

A masquerade

For momentary sparkle

Of paid trade

For needs carnal

That bond eternal

So decayed

By a society infernal

Made into the grandest charade

Numbers are Life's embers
Sometimes complex, irrational

The next, simple and real
Just plain ol' integers

Root of all physics
Building blocks of the matrix

Composing parallel rhythms
A symphony of logarithms

Xs, Ys and Zs
So many hybrid theories

Of functions and dimensions
Subject to transformations

Spawning Pi and Phi
Unending digits without limits

A new logic to apply,
To the binaries hiding in bits

Numbers are my embers
The reason my soul blazes

A few words on Age
That invisible cage

Time's ineludible fortress
Humanity's certain arrest

That which they seek to master
Courting disaster

Yet celebrating every year
As the scythe inches closer

Trying to turn back the page
Exhuming Nature's rage

Oblivious
But I digress...

Those were the words on Age
Humanity's definite phage

A soul singing the blues
Seeking to be enthused

Oh just to find an excuse
Not to be on the snooze

A brain thinking in twos
Wishing to be perused

Oh just a few thoughts to bemuse
From any foreign cranial igloos

A heart hungry for a muse
Yearning to be diffused

Oh just a fresh feeling to infuse
In this haven of hedonic taboos