Why is it all just a storm?

A crisis?
    More than a crisis
A jester?
    More than a jester
A king?
    More than a king

I’ll end thee, brutal vulgarity
Your arms folder in envelopes
  And the laggard you call a brother
  Can’t sign his own name

But I remember one thing I was told
“Rotten eggs always taste fresher
  Because they remind you of hunger
  And hunger reminds you you’re real”

So I bit down on the yolk of it all
  And laughed like a man being hanged
Because the wind never stops —
  It just changes itself.

He wrote a poem
A burned poem
He drank a glass
A shattered glass
He saw the light
A dark light
He touched his face
A stranger’s face

What is a hopeless act that transcended time?
A felony.
What is an opinion in our modern time?
A crime.
What is a T-shirt’s legacy?
A brawl.
What’s the perfect name for a regular man?
A loon.

What are you looking at me for?
The clouds have spoken to me in my sleep
My baby daughter says she’s three
Burning locomotive, what is your reasoning?

A lie has never been so lethal before
***** clothing
A rocky path that feels soft
An epiphany
He drinks a glass he broke himself
The glass that was given already broken
In the end, he just tells himself
“Such a canker, this life”

The bread, eaten by men with tired jaws, their spirits dull in their cloistered mouths. People chew without flavor, without desire, without butter, without anything; these individuals prefer cake.

“But really, this can’t be right, tell me!”
Like mold, everything withers around you!
“Why do dreams fade away at the break of dawn?!”
Even the pale sun no longer awakens their hunger.

Alas, a man is found, dead! A pale face, his head covered in blood, what a vie en roses! The bread, never touched, was not far from the body.

“Oh, how ugly this man is!”

After a few moments, the crowd understands one thing: before his death, he was eating cake.

Ambiguity
Seven Times
Maybe one and two
Or many verbal words
Scatter our grasp
For sense and meaning
A puzzle thrown
In the Air here and there.

Here these words
Are pieces unconnected
Even as the word, THE,
Can take us to "the" beach
Or to " the" room
What you bring can
And Might
Be your rescue. Maybe.

You are here.
In the dark or light
Where one can't be defined
Without the other
Just as the meaning of you
Lives never in just one place
But resolved
Simultaneously ambiguous
This is your beauty.

the lockers rife with clowns and the frittering of time as the ***** boys got ready to work their ***** minds down at the ***** factory and boast about ***** things too often degrading and unkind.

I tried to stay out of it
until one officious co-worker
had the gall to ask,
“what’s your preference in women?”

whereby, my response was,

“I see my women like flavors;
white women are too bland,
black women are too flavorful and
Indian women are a bit over-seasoned.
you need the right amount of spice.
Latina women got it but they cheat
so, I’d have to go with Asian women.
they’re perfection is unmatched.”

laughter emerged and rumbled
down the grey factory walls
where the metal tin roof had rattled,
the ***** air pervaded with rust and tears
and a mouthful of peanuts were spat onto a grimy floor

they laughed and kept on laughing
until their bellies burst

never have they heard such
a response like that before

and I just went back to work,
treading in the depths of my own conviction,
not really seeing why I wasn’t
being taken so
seriously.

Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/****** integrity).

There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He has no people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal".

I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason  "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary.
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Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, вынуждая подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность).

Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше».

Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.

people have their god
               and
people have their no god
               but
neither has solid proof
                nor
the definitive answer
               only
what they truly believe in
                and
they’re so sure of themselves
               that
they’ll defend and protect their beliefs
                  if
any differences are shouted at them
                 and
they’ll hold and cradle their beliefs
               tightly
like a security blanket
                 and
they’ll preach their beliefs
                  to
any pair of ears they come across
                  it’s
the never-ending game
           straddling
the on-going centuries
                  if
you have god, go with god
                and
                  if
you have nothing, go with nothing
                 just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
      my beliefs
          his beliefs
             her beliefs
               their beliefs
                 were never a certainty.