There is a world
Where you don't get old,
Where truth and love are bold,
Where peace is written in gold,
Where human dignity cannot be sold,
Where perfect beauty we will behold
And every secret will unfold.

For sure there is this world
But where it is, I haven’t been told!

Simple refined elegance
Cute design
New sober hues:

A distinct personality.

How much do we take
From objects?
How many objects
Walk on our legs?

The sea rolls his waves
Smoothly to the shore;
From the dunes  
Shrubs of prickly juniper
Scrutinize the horizon.
Burning summer but
Cool winds softly whisper
moments of eternity.

Two seagulls head for the moon,
Hoping to dive into pristine waters
In this declining afternoon.

How great are big things?

Look at the grandeur of the Canyon,
Carved by rambling waters, roaring winds and time;

Sliced vertically like onion,
Moulded with red rock, yellow sand and white lime;

Measured by the eagles as their dominion;

Engraved with veins of pristine water and roots of pinyon;

Home of the Navajos' ancestral spirits: a land sublime.

If you can apprehend the width and depth of this reign
then you can explore the canyons of your brain
and know all the layers of joy and pain.

What use was this creation,

If it delivered boastful, vain, narcissism and loveless, black depression?

If it is directing decision making from biological, human intelligence to unemotional, artificial intelligence?

If it is drowning azure, Polynesian islands and raising polymeric, garbage archipelagos?

If Amazon is no more a forest of lush, stunning biodiversity
but a world wide jungle of objects to be consumed?

If “this piece of work, man”, “the quintessence of dust”, is
the CREATOR of utter, hydrogen destruction, capable of annihilating any form of life seven times in a row?

I like the word reminiscent.
Like an echo of a quondam.
Events that very likely happened
But are inevitably vanishing.
Passions still light the night
And northern lights wave in a psychedelic sky.
Is it reality or just a faint dream?
Once we lived on that bluish dot,
Covered with trees, down the Galaxy
Where the breeze danced with the sea
And just music could lull thoughts.

Perhaps after a Big Crunch and a new Big Bang,
With a little patience;
We might all be Revenants.

“So this is a good bye.”

Day in, day out.
Life in, life out.

Just like in a roundabout.
It’s a one way ticket, no doubt!

In your journey, so many things you can do without.

Well, take time for a lookout.

Vegas take us
to the Promised Sand.

There, sun dries the minds
And greens money,
Though not for many.

There, you will see Luxury
or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio.

There, Venice has a painted sky
and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice.

There, things are real
and truth is a Mirage.

And there your anguish drear
will soar into the Stratosfear.

Wherever I go
there's a dog called Ego
that follows me.

Listen!
I'm the new Plato and Shakespeare;
I'm the prophet and the Messiah,
I'm Caesar and Brutus,
Robespierre and Napoleon,
I'm Queen Victoria and Jack the Ripper;
The father and The son,
I'm the voice and its Echo,
the alpha and omega,
big bang and big crunch,
the visible universe and dark matter;
I'm the poem that hasn't been written yet;
The word that means every other word:
Life.

Hush!
Theatres are closed.
There's people suffering and dying,
Unheard!

What if the exact number
of world population is
ONE?

Inside him and her,
billions of neurons are connecting,
conducting electricity,
blending chemicals
joining stars into constellations;
and, who knows why,
distilling poetry from a night sky.

By the way, you can't buy the way you have to walk it!

I haven't got time to get angry.
I haven't got time to get rich.
I haven't got time to worry about the future.
I haven't got time to regret the past.
I haven't got time to clean the oceans.
I haven't got time to get old.
I haven't got time to become a prophet.

But I do have time
to sit in front of this sunset,
gorgeous as never before,
and
listen to you.

In the beginning was the continuation of the species then came love.
In the beginning was the survival of the fittest then came altruism.
In the beginning was the pack then came narcissism.
In the beginning was the alpha male then came democracy.
In the beginning was the present then came the past and the future.
In the beginning was Keynisism then came neoliberalism and depression.
In the beginning was Lucy
Then came **** Sapiens Sapiens.
So
What next?

My watch is smart,
He doesn't simply watch,
He talks to me
And listens too.

Very often he sends me letters
And never an hour without a message.

My watch cares for me
And tells me when my heart is beating too fast.

He keeps memories of us and
Sometimes likes to wear an old-fashioned face with Roman numbers.

Every now and then he holds my wrist and
Takes me wherever he wants but
Always to places where I have never been before.
  
My Watch also marks the time but
That is only a pastime.

What wood a tree think
If he knew
He was being felled
to become a
Cross?
Wood he feel holly
Or wood he be
Transfixed?

Time goes forward and backward,
It'll give you your reward.
Time is gold,
It'll never let you grow too old.
Time is circular,
It'll make everything similar.
Time is a blade, don't be afraid,
It'll severe anything that has decayed.
Time might hop and eventually stop.
Time after Time, it's up to you
To make it sublime.

As you know, it all happened:
Once upon a Time.

Unless
Kindness
And inner joyfulness
Turn into boundless
Mindfulness
Regardless
Of any Unkindness
There will be no
Human progress.

Let's wear a mask!
So that we can hide our sadness or joy.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can conceal our indifference
For the turtles that eat them in the seas.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can ignore
Yet another coup d'etat in Myanmar.
Let's wear a mask;
So that we can buy and sell Pfizer stocks.
Let's wear a mask
As we were in Epidaur or Venice.
Let's wear a mask
So we won't breathe exhaust fumes.
Let's also wear a mask
To stop the virus.

So let’s wear a mask,
Not a great change do I ask,
Let's accept this simple task.

Everything is

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towards
unidirectional
and
irreversible
entropy.

I see the
Ceaseless
Stubborn
Splashing
Spraying
Salty
Suffering
Sensuous
Scent of the
Sea.

A is for have a nice day!
B is to be
C is for sunset by the sea
D is for sweet melody
E is for reverie
F is for aleph
G is for energy
H is for peach
I is for narcissism
J is for joy
K is OK
L is for love
M is for mother
N is for Moon
O is mega
P is for peace
Q is for barbecue
R is for Who R U?
S is for more or less
T is for time
U is for Déjà-vu
V is for Venice
W is for www
X is for Jack in the box
Y is it so?
Z is for Zarathustra zigzagging on a zebra
while zooming a zeugma  
that ends this zoo of words and this
zoonosis.

Words, like drops of rain
pouring
down
around us.

They end up
into the gutters
and the sea.

One in a million
though
may reach
the heart.

And make
a desert
bloom.

What I love in You
Is not in me.

If i liked in You
What is like me.

I would love Me,
Not You.

Cycling, without haste,
Along narrow country roads.
On the edge, undisturbed waste.

Riding, alongside ancient springs
That hatch dry stones and tires.
In his nest of tear strips a blackbird sings.

Eventually, I get to the point of no return.
Where past and future merge.
And no more does the sun burn.

Love yourself,
so that you can,
joyfully,
give to the world,
without
expecting too much
in return.

‘Twas 2019 and the slithy humans
Did gyre and gamble in opuleans.
All jublirant were the influters
But the underproles outcraped.

Beware the Jabbersarscov my son!
The invisible spiky suriv:
The lungs that flood, the air that strungles
And shun the droplmist.

One, two! One, two and three.
Wave after wave and variuans,
With E. Rs on flame;
‘Twas not a virpual game.

So came three pharmers:
Fpiper, Starzen and Putnik who
Galumphing found the wocksine
And the wirld riched heard immanity a-gain.

'Twas brillig and the slavy humans
Did gyre and gamble
with panache and galore once more
But nothing was the same anymore.

In search of a new beginning;
Bare rocks and cutting edge dust dunes;
Frozen caps and veins of ice.
Pristine Marscape all around.

We start by leaving our parallel prints
As we sprayed our hands in the caves.

I like likes:

Curious LIKE the first glance of a newborn baby
Happy LIKE the Awakened Gautama Siddhartha
Free LIKE flying fish over the ocean
Infinite LIKE the first light ray at the Big Bang
Silent LIKE a gas chamber after a shower
Always on time LIKE death

I like likes but
Do they like me?

Art is a dart
that you aim at someone’s heart
and if you reach it vibes will start:
joy, sorrow or, maybe just a ****.
Then you'll feel a little bit smart
and think: well, this is art!

The love I long for
The love I lull
The love I live
The love I love
Is there alive

Shining

As Polar ice
If I just gaze
Into your eyes.

LDL fat clots
push through poetic veins,
during an anesthetic dream,
haunted by ischemic demons;
conveying enzymatic sensations which,
fibrillating,
reach the heart,
to spear it with a Frame of Thorns;

in a final frantic crack,
unleashed by a heart attack.

It is in a fold of the untold,
In a soliloquy full of rage on an empty stage,
In an instant photo that goes beyond,
In the wave that tunnels like a cave,
In a place that I couldn’t retrace,
In an undeciphered mark on the Lost Ark,
On a probe that disappears into the sky,
That hides the answer to why.  

Or - this is nothing new -

Right Within You.

Y is it so?
We’ll never know!
Live, love and learn to leave.
In the breeze I believe.

In Xanadu did Whatsoever
a stately pleasure planet decree
Where Amazon, the sacred River run
through Forests, measureless to Man.

And here were trees tall as the sky
and leopards, snakes and
birds of the brightest colours.

But oh! Mankind began to burn the trees,
drill dramatic chasms, build walls and towers
Melt the polar ice and turn the oceans into lifeless seas.

So in this tumult, once,
a sixty nano metre string of RNA came,
invading thousands and thousands of humans
and prophesying the end of our kind.

A vision in a dream then I had:
a simple utopia of rare device.
Could we revive our lost ties with Nature
we would heal our world and soul

And so with voice loud and long,
with flashing eyes and floating hair,
I say: Hey you out there. Beware, beware!

Love starts with a kiss.

A look into each other's eyes
and a second kiss.
We hastily undress.
Kisses all over and,
still one more kiss,
till it's no less than Bliss.

Honey! Is it just for rhyme’s sake
that you keep calling me Chris?

Yes Chris, One More Kiss.

Join the tattooed urban tribes!

Share the Maoris’ drumming vibes.
Fire brand your love onto your heart.
Show that holy stigmata don't hurt.
Place *** at the apex.
Chisel deep into your flesh
What is cash and what is trash.

Set your body apart as a work of art.
Don’t be a naked human monkey.
Don't let anyone know you're funky.
Turn your taboos into tattoos.

But at night, take off your shoes
and put to sleep your tattoos.
Then sink under your skin
and meet yourself behind the scene.

Perhaps, you’ll see tattoo
as nothing new
(I’m afraid)
than the old skin trade.

Hope, this Covid Crisis will end soon.
So that, we can go back to

dying as usual:

Because of Pollution
Because of Climate change
Because of Wars
Because of Exploitation
Because of Poverty
Because of Drowning while migrating
Because of Cancer
Because of Car accidents
Because of Shootings from rooftops
Because of Being born

Because of Hypocrisy.

Nothing to show off
Nothing to expect
Nothing to regret
Nothing to believe in
Nothing to revenge
Nothing to forgive
Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Nothing to teach

Everything to learn.

Almighty Algorithm!
All obeys by your mathematical rhythm
Like you win, dislike, try again!
Yeald your profile and soul
to the sacred server and be saved
as a digital Avatar or holy hologram.

Our lady Alexa of the Cyber Market
protect us, humble consumers,
from evil fake news and tell us:
who wrote this music
who set the Rhythm
who compiled the Matrix.

Lost in a fractal!
Where's the exit?
Who closed the entrance?
Shall we soar like Icarus again?

Cryonics! Wake up and die,
There is no messiah!

Magic Mobile in my hand,
Who is the wonder of the Web?
Who's so special in the social?
Who should I follow?
Who should I love?
Who should I leave?

Swipe, here’s an archetype,
Swipe, that’s a stereotype,
Swipe, a melody pipe,
Swipe, the vibe of the tribe,
Swipe, don’t wait, subscribe.

Magic mobile in my hand,
Turn me into a pixel ray,
Let me through the display,
Into an ocean of emotion without delay,
Don’t wanna think I wanna play.

I would like to be a ball
so I wouldn’t have angles.
I would like to spin around the sun
in a continuous Revolution.
I would like to roll on the meadows
without being kicked to score my goals.
I would like to be Beast
so that I could take Bella to the ball
I would like to squeeze the universe into a bowling ball
And strike with it a new beginning.

Merry Christmas to Fitness
But mostly to Sickness.
Merry Christmas to Business
But mostly to Holiness.
Merry Christmas to Joyfulness
But mostly to Loneliness.
Merry Christmas to misses
But also to every mistress.
Merry Christmas to everyone who is religious
But also to those who are superstitious.
Merry Christmas to impulsiveness
But mostly to wiseness.
Thus, Best Wishes for All: I have plentiful.

Only wonder if the etymology might be
'Mary kiss my ... '
Surely not! Forgive my Rudeness!

And so Merry Christmas to Rudeness
But mostly to Forgiveness.

Hello, hi! I'm Spike C. Ovid and
I was born in Somewhere in 2019.
Yes, I'm the one you would have never wanted to hear from.

Don't panic!

I'm not the evil one; I'm here because I only want to live;
just like you.

Let me tell you straightaway: this is a knock out match.
I'm invisible to the naked eye but you're not so gullible:
you have science and technology and sometimes common sense and, on special occasions, even a spirit of brotherhood.
  
I want to be really outspoken: my best weapons in this battle are:
your fears, your selfishness, your clinging to private wealth, your individualism and narcissism, as  well as, your conflicting political, religious, and ethnic identifications.

Please don't play the indignant card;

just remember that you are here, by chance, because a meteorite hit this planet and wiped out dinosaurs; but, soon after that, you wiped out the Neanderthals and so many other species, later on, including your own kind.

I’ve already told you, I won't be a hypocrite!
I want you to work for me, free.
I'm copying this from you.
However the final price for this tug of war will only be
something you don't care that much for:

EARTH!

Why did I write you this letter?
Let’s make a deal to end this clash!
Hand all the old and very ill ones over to me - They’re only a burden for you - and then I’ll leave.
A fair agreement: no more fear, no more casualties, on both sides.

Please make up your mind quickly.
I Look forward to meeting you soon.
Good luck!

P.S.

Remember that I was born to dominate: I was born crowned!

Is there a vaccine
that stops us being mean?
Ready for Homeless and Queen!
A vaccine that heals this routine
And keeps you away from the slot machine;
That makes economics less obscene;
That will wash every sin, dry clean;
And will keep you forever at nineteen?
A minus 70° vaccine to fight global warming and be green.

Maybe you don’t need a vaccine
If you travel in a limousine!

Late in the night,
A quiet winter fire
Burns the last log.
The embers, red as lava,
Melt my thoughts away.
The gentle flames,
In their metamorphic swaying,
Here and there,
Follow unintelligible patterns,
Soon buried in ashes and dust.

This poem has no poetic rhyme
It doesn't deal with time
Because I wrote it in no time
It isn't worth a dime
It's more bitter than a lemon or a lime
It has no aspiration of the sublime
Perhaps I'd better become a mime.

Let's invent a new world:

A world where smiles are money.
Work is art,
And wealth is living with little.

A world where kindness is technology,
Empathy is politics,
And sympathy a medicine.

A world where revenge is forgiveness,
War is waged against weapons and waste,
And justice is done for abuses to nature.

A world where
There is no
I or My or Our.

This world will never be
You're thinking; i see,

Maybe we could just sit down,
And start inventing it,
In this critical slowdown.

I am the other one,
not the one I’m telling you about!
I’m a grain of sand in the Sahara desert.
I’m a whiff of wind in the Antarctic winter.
I’m a drop of water in the Ocean of Tranquility.
When I lose myself, I find myself.
When I don’t know who I am; I am myself.
When I am no one then I am everyone.
And When I am everyone no more,

Then I’ll be everything.

There are more words than atoms in this world.

Their sub-atomic particles
spin around their existential nucleus,

in the void.

Sometimes they combine
generating unintelligible emotional
quarks.

If meaning and anti matter
meet
they might annihilate each other
in a momentary burst of
Pure Energy.

Gain of function
Gain of knowledge
Gain of power
Gain of money
Gain of immortality
Loss of Nature
Loss of humanity
Loss of sympathy
Loss of empathy
Loss of sense
Playing with evolution
is not a solution
Looks like a hasty conclusion
But we’re tumbling
Down towards Extinction.