a sort of empathy...
Hold me accountable for all your inconveniances,
I feel responsible since I invited you to this absurdly alien country,
make me guilty for all the inhuman controversies, insults and humiliations
that you suffered here for being only what you are,
a free creative spirit with a right to be your own
and wise at that and honestly constructive.
It is no one's fault that people are here as they are,
completely spoilt by a degenerating welfare system
turning people into zombies by the isolation brainwash system
which, alas, is common in industrialized developed welfare states.
In opposition to the backward cultural illiteracy here
we have to stand up on our own and just survive
and make the best of it in these dark ages
of exploding criminality, drugs abuse and rape.
Be not afraid, though, because I shall always stand you by
providing a protection shield against all bad vibrations
and destructive influences, being totally immune myself.
And we are safe as long as we keep at it
working hard creatively and actively
and stand up to the right of our artistic freedom
as exceptions from the humdrum greyness of the common ignorance,
refusing to get dull and brainwashed like the masses;
and our freedom as creative minds is our mark of nobleness
of higher quality and status than positions, property or progeny
of any kind; since we are children of eternity,
the world is far too small for us,
no ocean is enough for our need of space,
we need all the ether of the universe
just to dwell and breathe and move around with our minds
as perfectly creative spirits not accepting any limits.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 10:27
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Hold me responsible...
Hold me accountable for all your inconveniances,
I feel responsible since I invited you to this absurdly alien country,
make me guilty for all the inhuman controversies, insults and humiliations
that you suffered here for being only what you are,
a free creative spirit with a right to be your own
and wise at that and honestly constructive.
It is no one's fault that people are here as they are,
completely spoilt by a degenerating welfare system
turning people into zombies by the isolation brainwash system
which, alas, is common in industrialized developed welfare states.
In opposition to the backward cultural illiteracy here
we have to stand up on our own and just survive
and make the best of it in these dark ages
of exploding criminality, drugs abuse and rape.
Be not afraid, though, because I shall always stand you by
providing a protection shield against all bad vibrations
and destructive influences, being totally immune myself.
And we are safe as long as we keep at it
working hard creatively and actively
and stand up to the right of our artistic freedom
as exceptions from the humdrum greyness of the common ignorance,
refusing to get dull and brainwashed like the masses;
and our freedom as creative minds is our mark of nobleness
of higher quality and status than positions, property or progeny
of any kind; since we are children of eternity,
the world is far too small for us,
no ocean is enough for our need of space,
we need all the ether of the universe
just to dwell and breathe and move around with our minds
as perfectly creative spirits not accepting any limits.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 440 times
Written on 2006-10-10 at 10:27
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