Wednesday, 6. December 2006, 19:58:56
politics, great people, poems
Would I do it?
No. Not in my right minds.
I don't hate this world that much,
I don't LOVE this world that much.
What did he hope to succeed?
It was clear that the news
would be buried under tons of
pussies, stupid songs, stock rates and soccer.
Pain is confronted by a greater pain,
old men say.
Was that he was after?
A greater pain to forget?
Somewhere on Earth,
there's an open wound
square miles of blood.
Could he feel so far away?
He was an artist they say.
Weird people artists are, I hear.
Big eyes, big ears they have,
catching what escapes the rest of us.
They love trees, colors, life.
They can go as far as loving other human beings.
Weird people they are, indeed.
The way they love the light.
So, could it be the darkness
that covered the world
whenever he looked
over the past years?
...
I'll go with that last theory.
It's more sane than blaming insanity.
I'd say he wanted us to see
by shedding some light.
Written for Malachi Ritscher who set himself on fire and burned to death in Chicago in protest to the ongoing war at Iraq. Why he did it is plainly explained here by himself.
So long there has been nothing in the Greek media (or in any international media that I'm aware of) about this man. That seems funny because media carrion-buzzards would kill to sell such a painful story. Yet, Mr. Ritscher cannot be sold in any evening news show because he would inevitably remind to everyone that countless lives have been lost and a country is totally sunk into violence and terror for no good reason.
Thanks again to the Danish newspaper that brought this up and to Allan for relaying it here.
Spread the word.
Friday, 18. August 2006, 17:05:24
poems
testing testin testin how fast can I write not good enough should use some punctuation and set a prise for anyone that manages to get some reason out of this as Im really poised to write and write till I dont know what fucken what I wont even stop to correct the errorrs I wont even look behind I imagine my self riding this fucken keyboard and running in the highway like a madman while instead of white road stripes I leave words behind me and I step on it hedonised by the machine roar becoming one with it feeling its anger that was made for I have put some speedy music to fill the room and I will set the mother fucker keyboard to fire I swear this time wioll be it s last one as I m hitting the keys I step up a ladder going straight to a cloud over the Earth where I think that crazy people go to see shooting stars bang bang thay go oh God it may just be a bad day at work or it may be a life long away from what I want I dont know but I ll know when I see it why am I writting here and what do I expect from the Brave New WWWorld to bring my way something tells me that I need some punctuation marks really badly but I cant stop now gravity pulls my machine down and that fucken music drives me crazy in a poool of angry waters some psycofucker may get something out qabout my mind if read that thing but I dont care I hate being taped I hate all of stranger cameras invading my life for what Im not any important so go to hell and put all these cameras in your ass I dont believe you when you talk about my safety you know that but you don't give a damn and you are afraid and you should cause when people wake up you ll have to hide deep in a fucken cave but you will find none oh God where the fuck are you and why do you tolerate all these assholes talking in your name I ll never understand I dont wanna know but Im sure I need these punctuation marks nobody will be able to get something out of this trail these thoughts coming from where just before I get to sleep I throw myself up in the ceiling why this happens I cant say but I seee a thoousand years passing over me in an instant doing their dirty work shit I need a punctuation mark brake a fucken period.
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PS 1:
Do not get this wrong. Drive safely - if you wanna speed beyond limits use your keyboard. You got one life only and it's incredibly stupid and not cool at all to throw it on the road.PS 2: People of Earth don't worry. I'm OK, but I need some time half buried in the sand and some sea to keep me wet.
Thursday, 10. August 2006, 17:00:33
poems
I want it beside a lake
In a hot afternoon
On the top of a hill
Under an eerie moon
I want it to be a she
Have a shiny trunk
Many green leaves
Be taller than me
I want no words to say
But she'll whisper things
As her branches play
On my naked skin
I want her to moan
When my tongue finds the root
Tighten her lips
And engulf me in her foot
I want a breeze to flow
As I enter the door
Gently whipping her
While she asks for more
I want her to grip my neck
As she finishes first
Holding me tight, calming down
Studying my thirst
I want her lift me up to see
The sky she's holding on for me
I want her say she loves me
I wanna fuckatree!Image Credit.
Monday, 26. June 2006, 18:41:03
poems, politics, personal
When I see you in your Porsche
The dream of every boy that has laid his eyes on TV
You pass by, like floating on the road, so easy, so majestic
In your red, red Porsche you look like an ancient Greek God on his chariot
All tanned from your vacations and with this look
This something in your eyes that implies a slight boredom
Mixed with an icy certainty that leaves crystals behind you
Like an airplane that flies among common mortals
In a cloud of pheromones
Glory is the name of your genes
Winning is the only outcome to whatever you do
Life is a jungle but you are a king
A majestic lion that rules savanna
Such a shame that even you will die
Oh, no I don’t even want to think about it
Oh, when I see you in your Porsche I just loose my words
I just can’t stand that much gentility
My mind becomes numb
I close my eyes and they become a cinema wall
And a camera starts to project slides as you step on it
Scenes totally inappropriate to the nobility of the circumstance
Like the grandma living next door that didn’t have to pay for a tomato today
Or the guy that works nightshift at Mac Donalds reading Eratosthenes to remind him of university
Or the poor bastard that bought a consumer loan to taste a bit of your everyday glory
Or worst of all, a scene where you walk with a Porsche in your ass
God damned camera!
…
I tell you. Few of us can stand that much elegance and you must be one of the chosen ones
So run, go to where gods like you go to
Thursday, 22. June 2006, 20:57:29
personal, poems, techmurmurs
I'm just a pointer
Living in your memory
The true reason for I exist
Just pointing your linked list
No matter where
No matter where I might point
It'll be a block in your space
That draws a smile upon my face
I can't let go
Even if I tried
For I live by your code
Oh can't change my mode
Outside you is nothing
Unknown spaces, hostile bytes
That tells my vanishing thumb
This is the road to core dumb
Oh baby please
Yours I am to play as you like
I'll be living in your town
Till the final power down
Just one favor
Me, a beggar lover, I ask
Your lover, honey, let me be
Baby, please, don't void me
(An almost geek poem dedicated to C programmers on the planet who don't want another war in Iran, who won't work to build war machines, who fight for social justice, et cetera.)
PS: Almost forgot. To Within Temptation: Of course you may set it to music as long as you credit poor zeroG.
Image Credit: Original Image here.
Thursday, 30. March 2006, 20:32:23
poems, personal
I see Time arranging frames of me around a pillar but do not ask me how old I am for I cannot answer with certainty due to
Mr. Heisenberg
says that I can’t know with certainty both my age and my position and I don’t want to risk loosing track of where I am because
I tried hard to get here
even though I don’t remember what I was searching for, yet I believe that whatever it was it will yell at me
when facing each other
I see the sky blinking in front of me like an incomprehensible road sign that may mean
approaching highway or a dangerous turn ahead
which have to be dealt with care and a total incautious increase of speed for all I’ve learned are the two facts that
you have to do the right thing
and that there is no such global constant as the right thing so you'd better
go on unmeasured
Credits:Photo by zeroG. This place is somewhere at the National garden of Athens.
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