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 Jan 2016 Ariel Baptista
Elle
You don't have to change
To prove them you're not the same
You don't have to be the same
To prove them you haven't changed.

Blending in to hide yourself
From prying, critical eyes
Blending in out of fear
Of enemies in angel's disguise.

Little chameleon, be careful
Not to lose yourself
This world is a labyrinth
And sometimes, a game of chess.

It's hard to be someone else
But harder to not be yourself
So come out of that camouflage
And just be yourself.

Little chameleon, don't be afraid
I am here to say,
"If no one else will accept you
Then I am here, I'll stay."
I've never seen a free world
It must be someone's dream
There's always so much fighting
And people really mean
  
They say we're in a free world
Then please explain to me
How races were so slaughtered
in the twentieth century
  
Twenty Thousand Soldiers
Marching off to war
Thirty Thousand Dead Already
Why, would they need more?
  
To claim they're in a free world
Is a fallacy
There's nothing here for nothing
Not even your T.V.
  
So, if you see a free world
Point it out to me
I'll try my best to get there
if the weather's nice.  We'll see
Hope you like
Who's that i see?Not you or me. I see blank  eye's, a lost soul evenCompassion and  empathy where you  should be seething,  from trying to  understand a certain  meaning. 
No,  chose not to be bitter. I chose not to.....Eventually.
 Jan 2016 Ariel Baptista
Moksha
I couldn't finish my poem


I had no space

For the ink had already,


burnt my page.
She's never been known to talk too much
But she's not afraid to touch the ones she loves
She won't run away

She never has much to say
But when she does you don't look away
Or close your eyes
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

She says she's not afraid to die
But when she does, don't be afraid to cry
It's alright

She talks of life and what it means
Her voice is quiet and her words are clean
She's lost in a daydream
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

I wish I could always be
As good to her as she's been to me
Everyday

But I get lost and stuck sometimes
And she's the furthest thing from my mind
It's sad to say
But ****, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me
Little inexperienced girl
Wanted to eat the world
But it swallowed her whole
It won't return her
Until she's nothing but bones
A wave of a hand
a wand
a wink
             a nod   or  blink

a winged kiss...

You wriggling your nose
spurns me to rub your lamp

I dream of you
as I often can,
           magically and wishfully
divine your eyes

What curse or bliss
to be abused by your smile
from the muse of your wiles
all the while

in our Utopian isolation
no image of what must
or emulation of their love or
such none-such

"you'll die, oh you just must"
dumb struck crush

while we paint ourselves tender
in writhing naked laughter
our own canvas
signed by us...

and only just
ourselves to Van Gogh
"Water Lillies"  and   
"Starry Nights"
       in your blush...

there I can see the future
of your worth
a masterpiece of our colorful theatre
inspiration's lovely birth

in the museums of my lungs
in my life
the art we shape with time
with touch...

what curse or bliss
this wish
come true

a wave of a hand
a wand

                        Our winged kiss.
certain words don't provide adequate
ontological modes,
they provide ontological medians
or means, but not modes,
for example, a good comparison would be
to compare two words, only two words:
a. atheism              and b. apathy.
dissect the words during a syllable
cut as a meaningful prefix, in both
examples that's a-,
what do you get?
a- (without) god (/ theology), contradictory
given that atheism is a type of theology,
a logic to disprove the existence of something,
but it's still a theology of some sort,
now the second example:
a- (without) pathology (/ailments of
range whether phobias or their antonyms,
psychological constructs that are stressed
more prominently than serious pains
that leave everyone psychologically paralysed
by that parasite of pain).
in terms of ontology, in simpler terms simply qua,
which is more important in human affairs?
qua apathetic or qua atheistic?
personally? i think the former - there are more
obstructions in the former's rubric of obstructions
than in the latter's, given that it's a rarity
to be suddenly struck down with plagues
and prophetic ailments of ill fate...
i don't care how cool it looks, to be an atheist,
you could only be a true atheist if you
were illiterate and couldn't use the alphabet
(that old chestnut from the book of genesis,
in the beginning there was word, and the word
was god), or if you were part of that
famous experiment done by frederick ii
hohenstaufen where a bunch of children
were raised in a phonetic celibacy by nuns,
just to prove what language was spoken first;
well the experiment conclusively
produced a bunch of mutes...
i guess extending the experiment's parameters
to animals would never work:
try forcing a cat to bark, as many vanities
of "proven reasons" died when kublai khan
moved the horde east without due respect
for peace-loving mongolians.
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