exist for

 the one who seeks happiness will

only find illusions of well

usually painted to feel

a common sense for

being alone.

standing in lines for what is real

in others' perceptions as if

your own exists as an exception

to the common riff.

and if you argue time

laws will oblige

your body to climb

and call off the search

the emphatic industries provide

fresh surrogates because

there is a clause

 behind the laughs and fortune kit

as money pays worldwide

 for one’s life permit.

confusing times

there are signs which reveal in time

and times call for undetermined patience with no great expectations

small steps bogged in society’s sludge

and societies judge the poor and the ill;

regulations sets morality’s fake standards

tangled up in a virtual reality where all can see the social drama

but no one acts.

hymns for lucifers sharply dressed and carrying suitcases,

hunting souls for cash to buy their women dresses;

the all good rulers adored for no reasons and elected every season.

and those signs fail to reveal

in what time?

if the distance is a bottomless hole

where there’s no sound from pouring time

and no profound effect on this strange ground.

nothing counts when time fails to reveal

from where it was dropped

and one’s mind might be stopped

in a rhyme with nature and feel the wind

that blows over the vineyards, a childhood addiction

to white and red grapes, to magical shapes touched by the sun

and fed by the rain

roots spread through the fresh soil and there is no harm

to the soul as long as you plant a tree or more

and stream some magical time

in a conflict free place

in your mind.

dazed

The questions generated by dazed thoughts have no value for all realities. ‘Cause all thoughts generate a self inflicted interview. And you’ll end up hiring different, suspicious personas which will act as you. These questions born from downfalls are useless when asked too late. That desired knowledge must be searched beforehand.  But we are just humans and we don’t know shit. We keep on hiring until when we truly think we found the one that should have got the job all along. For many it could be that the vacancy will remain open to the end. We don’t know shit. There is this powerful sorcerer which acts without our consent.  This guy is closely related to time and uncertainty. Time, time is what we need and we despise so much when the hill is too high. In the beginning, one’s measure is characterized by optimistic presumptions. Up the hill, feet start squealing and time stretches in every muscle and bone, minutes turned in hours.  And the road gets narrower as one tends to the top. Not all plans conclude with the desired situation. Keep on fighting they say, keep on banging your head to the door. No answers. Just these evanescent questions popped in dazed and confused heads, all lead to an unsatisfactory state full of disgust. If there’ll be a place with greenery and pace, a place of tranquility and contentedness, in a short time people will destroy it. We don’t know shit.