I see faces I once knew
With the same eyes,
but differents mantras.
Singing songs of sorrow and success,
With smoke filled mouths.
They gurgle and blow.
Secretly afraid of the iron fist,
Fair weather anarchists.
They dance in the moonlight.
Slow moving bodies twist and shimmer like the water rippling around their bare feet.

I'll make a hymn,
A hymn to my sadness,
Prose is my laziest instrument,
To outsource loneliness,
To let melancholy,
That in some point it had its nest on me,
I'll leave my inconformity,
My frustation,
My deepest feeling of denial,
Against all the injustice around me,
Neither by spitting it,
Cursing it,
Or changing it,
Becomes fair.

Where every man or woman has no value,
Where every object becomes value,
Welcome everyone,
To reality,
Where neither being a human could have more value than trash,
Where every objection is opposed by economic power,
Where every opportunity is shorn of those who do not have power,
Low self-esteem,
Constant comparison,
Self-destruction,
Our most solid principles in society,
Where suicidal instinct is a viable way,
While confrontation is brave and impossible,
Where all are dwarfed by those who take opportunities,
Beacuse most of them have opportunities at hand,
Freezing loneliness,
Takes over this city,
Where who gets laid more times,
Is the one who lives better.

Welcome to our society,
Where everything is declining,
Where the future is in the East and even in the north,
Where hope dwells expectation,
Which brings us to want what belongs to others,
To destroy ourselves only for not being enough,
Depend on the covers of social acceptance,
Just to be someone,
Where death,
It is a privilege and a prize at the same time,
For those who know that today,
Our society is the most perfect one,
For the generation born with it,
But not for our future or past.

Souls intertwine and become a new life,
They return to this soiety so different,
But they do not feel the change so sudden and incoherent,
Since the beginning of such children will feel,
But growing they will know,
That society will reject them,
They become marginalized at the same cycle,
Where mad people,
Dreamers,
Gentlemen,
Free thinkers,
The differents,
Will be placed on the corner table,
Where they are to fill leftovers,
Society just give them.

A path I am on
The one I was scared to be on
The one that's a Frost's road
Different as they call it
The one i was taught about in class
(For the sake of literature
I think)

Difference though is omnipresent
(But for the sake of science i think)
Difference is dangerous
Prevented and taught to that
But still so immense in me
Running, I run fast from it
Still those tiny ants
Ride me and creep on my chest
I slap and I recoil
Not realizing they would bite
Just afraid of a possibility
Under influence of tales of history
Where tragedy outnumbers celebration

Difference that is lovely
A dog or a pet I adore
I embrace it on some units
In cases it makes me revolt
Against groups who think differently
**** differently
And I am proud to insult them
Their inheritance of unevidenced values
Suddenly, though, and mostly
I hit headlights
The dog bites my flesh
I am short of arguments
To support my difference
I am short of theorems
To prove what is right
As I shake my peace flag
Weak in doubts of my wrongfullness

Difference leaves me alone
I am disappointed
I am disgusted
By the different crowds
More even by myself
Difference leaves me alone
Not always
But when does
It blows me down
With contempt and longitude
And i wither back to doubts
Beginning like a shower
Taking up, thunderstorm fashion
That 'I must be wrong'

Differents - hated by many
Maybe because they think it is a disease
Maybe it is going to convert them
Maybe they'd feel isolated
Left alone on a planet
Where everyone is on a screen
Screens might be too many
And you lose your owness
In that melancholy
Maybe scared,
The apparent parental foundations
Blown down to dust, now they mean nothing
The social cycles breaking apart
Storms of worry corrode and perforate
Your soul,
I understand its difficult
As I stand wet at the pavement
Staring at my waterlogged road
(I understand)

I was born with this monster
Feeding on my psyche
Leaving me deficit
Leaving me dumb
It taking my advantage
I taking its name
When i have to name my life
In one word
No matter how much
I tried shooing it away
Putting up acts, masquerads
It's impossible to let it go
It is me, the difference
And I feel like everyone is
Only either I am too insistent
For making my difference
So significant
Or I am a fool
That can't get over itself


Pk

be yourself
they say.
it's okay to be yourself
everyone is different.
unique some might say.
each have their own personality.
their own selves

what a bunch of
****.
everyone i've met is eerily the same.
it's the same tone,
same pace
all is
bleak
dull
deafeningly irritating.

where have the passionate, the thoughtful
the mysterious, the brooding
the tortured, the observant
gone?

nothingness

they say we are intelligent
as a species
but i look around
we are only as intelligent
as we make of life
make from life
and
i say
we aren't reaching
the fullest potential
a species,
us can reach.
should reach.

instead of reaching for
mutual respect
of our similar differents,
love
we reach for violence
war
between each other
our brothers and sisters
who breathe the same air
who bleed
the same
we ****
our own kind
instead of mutual respect

so this is why

our different
isn't any different
my different
is no different than
their different

different
is not
different enough.

Do we know why are we living,
Where do we go for our,
Eternal dwelling, I know I'm telling,
You the truth,
Once Knowledge entered my booth,
They say I'm loosing it,
Because I don't believe in *******,
The *****, moving at colossal speeds,
Pass the and f five seed,
Breeds, a new wind of atrocity,
Look at what's behind thee,
Kids is the target,
Adults are the arrows,
And the media is the bow,
Constrictin' our life flow,
All it takes is one blow, one blow,
And you see them crumble slow,
Beware the nation,
On a dead end collapse perhaps,
Y'all forget about nineteen twenty nine,
When you think we was behind,
They were fifty years ahead of time,
Think about it, there was a major event fifty years before that,
Peep the war essence, that's steadily out here testin' and stressin',
The world's a ghetto, wither it's rich middle class to poor,
We all in the same boat, cold.world but differents coats,
Worn like skins stormed, by the pigment that was formed,
We still all bleed red, no matter what the scientist said,
Pay attention twenty twenty nine, gone be that year,
A new taste to blind, the masses with fear,
If I'm gone, just know I'm still here,
For the energy can't be destroyed,
Their will be a new breed of androids,
Intermingling with humans,
Pay attention, to the demolition, man sixth days, and y'all still don't see the plan,
I robots to Oculus in hands, on the heads like a kick stand,
Fadin' us out of reality, in with technology,
And say this is the new god to be, from paper to digital currency,
Gold and silver, is the real commodity,
But don't bother me,
When the streets get filled with chaos,
A Christ like version, coming to cross,
When there's a mention of world peace along comes the beast,
To feast on the wicked souls,
He won't slay he'll just use televisions,and let the images display,
Happy people, paradin' around like it's no tomorrow,
And happiness lives forever, but never,
Forever they'll be confined,
In their own braile minds, of the fortune tellin', the twilight zone