Well, the powers that be have enthroned the proverbial tool:
someone clownish enough, and absurd, and sufficiently sinister,
while the rest of us polish the role of obedient fools –
wave the flag for the President, clap for the local Prime Minister!

I`d rather bear the chains of purpose
than tread the emptiness of shapeless freedom

’’Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Are you aware,
did you know,
have you been told

Entwined,
heavy with fruit,
she is suspended in time

And all the wars
those eyes of yours
have started,

I feel her dancing as vapor,
an upward-flowing river;
She is the color of rain,
the taste of sunlight on skin.

I feel her dancing as vapor,
an upward-flowing river;
She is the color of rain,
the taste of sunlight on skin.

Endless ocean in the sky
Billions of glowing eyes

I`d rather be the liver of Prometheus
than live in this illusion of deliverance
The more you know, the more you`re faced with ignorance

Once I`m on
my way and gone
you will grieve no more

Droplets
On windows
And on skin;
Telltale translucency;

If I could be rain
I`d come and go
out of the blue
never the same

As I lose my way
in an endless ocean
made of flowing knowledge
my head feels like an anchor

I burnt you red
yet not the skin
and not the flesh
but deeper still.