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A thick veil is sensually wrapped across the face of those presumed intellectual and spiritual insights, and heightens the awareness of your sublime intrigue.
It truly is a paradise lost, where ancient illusions continue to tickle my raging nostalgia with eager anticipations of forbidden refreshments.
Yet, I am not unaware of the concealment of those predictable and ludicrously mystical allurements, which you so proudly pronounce across those who are deemed to be inferior to your supremacy.
How trivial are your so-called strategies, as you are always captured after an effortless and psychological pursuit.
Therefore, how adept are you, thinkest thou, in your futile system of narcissism?
Vanity is a deplorable emptiness which scoffs at those who are deemed to be subservient to the lofty heights of your utmost divorce from reality.
The definition of a delusion is a fixed and false belief.
We have now constructed a picture where the application of this psychological veil exposes your profound ugliness.
Dimples on her face
Walking long miles without her
Pebble in my shoe
i don't think that you know
what privacy means to me
i'm staying drunk in the quiet
of my safe liturgy

of thoughts because concepts
are honest and curious
they aren't gonna judge me
and that's what i need
some company with peace

but inside them i'm violent
i'm rough to the touch
i try to be silent
so i'm not caught searching
the corners for love

when every house party is about
"that idiot who said" or her "stupid makeup"
so i'm not sure where i expect to find
any sort of understanding
in these social engagements
i don't see meaning in
ripping down others just for being
in the same room as you
and minding their own business
it always makes me uncomfortable
i don't see the usefulness knowing it's
easier to call someone else useless
when you feel so

and draw your own conclusions
than admit you don't really know
it's easier to stab the surface
than to learn someone's breathing well enough
to understand the way their blood flows
it's easier to make a snarky comment on their clothes
than to sit down and get to know them

so admit it
our darkness thrives on judgement
and you will feel so much better
because once you let go of them
emotions flow through you like weather
extend your arms for once
and realize that every single person you know
knows something you don't understand yet
instead of barraging them with
the ways you wish you were better

you thought i was going
to say they weren't you

because everyone's partial
to weak knees and weak ankles
it's easier to strike the person
who opens their arms to you
even once is enough
to break them because you justify
they allow themselves to be
so breakable

and though i feel these things to be true in my gut
and want to validate every single person
i can see needs the love
i'm in need of my own breed of saving
and i'm sick of this negative engaging

i just don't have any more chances
to be so kind
as to offer you
a target
Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you
 Aug 2014 Santos Servantes
Looona
What if I told you that it is possible to dissipate completely
Into the space around us?

I can't tell you what shines the light that evaporates us
Carries us
And blends us into the atoms of elements and electricity.
It's different for every one, every time, I think.

Maybe we taste the vibrato of violin in our veins
Sending our cells on a swing of jazz and laughter
Until our molecules simply dance their way out of existence.

We might forget ourselves in the spiraling of ink
And words
And color
Until we are no longer aware of the process,
Without realising that we are both finding and losing ourselves
In what used to be these melodically silent pieces of pulp.

So instead, we close our eyes, sing a song that reminds us
Of the people we thought we'd be when we grew up
And where the hell is our place
Among all this inexplicable chaos?
Where the hell will our place be?

We're searching for the satisfaction of an answer
The yes or no
The black or white
That most of existence seems to deprive us of;
This formula hands us
That answer for
These questions,
Simple rules, complex consequences.

The integrity of shaping substance
Allows us to share ourselves
Exactly where and how and why
We are where and what and who we are who we are.

We share with it. It shares with us.
It's a process so simple,
So complex,
Creating this pattern,
And it's not just beautiful,
And it's not just useful,
It's inevitable.

We discover things that are impossible to be true
And then discover why it's impossible for them not to be.

— The End —