I just miss hearing you sing like you used to. Even if it wasn't for me. 

The Narcissist

 The narcissist is one of societies worst cancer. He only acts poised and subservient with people who have money and power, because he envied them his whole life. So he emulates respect and obedience, and even sucks them up to get on their good side. 

The narcissist, otherwise, brags to know it all and being able to do it all, being always productive and showing off, whether it's status objects or achievements in society. While serving himself of others, using and discarding, diminishing their contributions and only exalting them to get things in return. 

The narcissist is a lying psychopath who thinks that can fool everyone making himself a cry baby, always complaining about every little thing that happens in their day in order to get sympathy and fish for compliments. 

He is incapable of loving. Unless it's for his own show of retaining people's sympathy and gifts, and show how good of a person he is, he only fakes love to the ones that buy into his game of manipulation and pleasing for exchanging favours. And of course there are those to whom he is emotionally invested, to keep manipulating someone into thinking that he is a hero of a person, solidary and an upright citizen, against what others may accuse him of. 

Buster

 The things come

With a sure thing 

Who dies 

Who stays alive

Who's dancing in the rain

I faulter in this domain 

A realm of joy and gaety

Isn't for me

No this time

"Maybe in another life"

What's the use to know?

It's like one can't avoid the flow

The current that washes all away

No one can control it

Not even us

Tap into it

Someone

An event

And know immediately 

Like in an instant photograph 

It cam pouring if you let it

Then one runs away

Too much will change it

Too much if me looking into it

As before when I was one with it

So natural but then again so troubling 

You'll be fine buster

You're always fine

I always knew it deep inside 

Didn't I?

It was just my pride

That couldn't let you go

Because you are okay without me

You've always been 

Since the moment I gave you birth

never a more status quo than this

 everyone who was supposed to protect me abandoned me at an early age and so on, each time ppl leave it reopens the wound. I used to be funny and witty because of trauma and hurt, surviving mechanism. since I loved everyone in the pandemic and was told I was an awful person and got my heart stumped on by one of them, then ppl started abandoning me too, I was completely erased in the joy I had. then the deaths came along, after all the therapeutic processes that were so devastating too. now, having nothing but awful conditions, I just returned to that feeling of waiting to die too, because I don't have any hope for anything anymore of joy. the blues have always been strong and deep in my all. 

 I don't know you, I never knew who you've been. I only know what you did to me. All the awful things that made me do and be who I've been. 

 Can't you see I always loved you and wanted you to love me back? Deep inside it's just as simple as that.

Black holes inhabit black holes

And universes are just grains 

So what the hell are we doing?

We could've been so much better

 Thinking of how much I’m like a tree and am too savage and too full of imperfections for this age of AI and plastics and synthetic chocolate and gymn addicts and false appearances and genome edition and billionaires who keep everyone happy-enslaved and distracted by overconsumption and violence and greed and football and creeds, just like all dictators with their playbook did.

Feeding billionaires instead of everyone who needs and should have dignified human conditions to live as it is their basic right.

This neverending circle of unconsciousness and irrationality of a species that brags of being the greatest because it can’t look itself on the mirror and admit the horrors they’ve contributed to.

No one takes the good and proven examples of betterment for everything. We’re so messed up.

(txt I've put on trees video with leaves shaking in the wind, with the song Le voyage de Penélope by Air)

The missing circle

 You were so beautiful to me, can't you see? You are so incredibly beautiful, my everlasting love, the love of my life,. His soft skin, alabaster white, with his unruly hairs all over the place. His eyes and his lips so beautiful pink. You are so beautiful to me. Can't you see? 

I miss you, your chant, your hands gestures and your eyes always so expressive. God, I miss your loving arms, your sweet tenderness and the way you strut or rock your body to the swinging groove. Man, I miss your nose, the tip of it, so fluffy cutie as I told you once. God, I miss you so much, all of you, your entire touch. God how miss your love. God, oh my God, how you were everything to me! 

Flowers bleed

 Flowers bleed

but not sap or perfume 

but their own true colour 

I met a smiley painter 

that was crying inside

in such an invisible way

and such a mute sound

that I couldn't possibly say

I held her instead

I defended her

Protected her as I could 

I rose my sword a bit

against the cunning 

and masterful bullies 

of hers

but they all made her

smile

while she was sad inside

Her paintings moved me

Always surrounded by poetry

And an unspoken melancholy  

There was a path of stone 

That she was threading slowly 

Just to see her smile again 

But each time with more light 

On her face and her heart