Alien thoughts

This universe is one of the most amazing places,

it hosts an incredible abundance of different races,

joined in the ongoing game of evolution,

which creates in mankind so much confusion.

We're here to see what's there,

accepting that we're in it together,

longing to make everything better,

we're here to share and care.

We're doomed to be free,

free enough to choose slavery

or, with a little bit more bravery,

become what we're born to be.

If we give each other space,

things just fall into place.

Violet Skies

The concrete sky deflected the rockets,

brought light into the tunnel's middle,

just like a reversed ancient riddle

with eyeballs bouncing in their sockets.

A wall of smoke enveloped all

light beams piercing the veil,

an occult quest for the holy grail,

united in this strange hidden hall.

The sound of the underground,

echoing, reverberating, oscillating,

synchronising and liberating,

in a cosmic game of lost and found.

I savoured breathing some fresh air

after leaving this special vanity fair.

Antidote to weltschmerz

We must rapidly begin the shift from a "thing-oriented" society to a "person-oriented" society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.

We are in an age that assumes the narrowing trends of specialization to be logical, natural, and desirable. Consequently, society expects all earnestly responsible communication to be crisply brief. . . . In the meantime, humanity has been deprived of comprehensive understanding. Specialization has bred feelings of isolation, futility, and confusion in individuals. It has also resulted in the individual's leaving responsibility for thinking and social action to others. Specialization breeds biases that ultimately aggregate as international and ideological discord, which, in turn, leads to war.

A full moon as guide
shone through a sky of chemtrails
when I did my work.

More than three thousand words

Sleep deprived space cat

If you ever meet Schrödinger's cat,

it's probably already dead,

as well as still alive,

now ain't that a jive?

I saw a cat that was not there

I found it in some twisted data

it just appeared on my inner radar,

and seemed to ask for a little care.

It's a strange companion,

evanescent,

still, radiant,

with a scent of fried onion.

And while I miss to hear it purr,

I'll never have to eat its fur.