A Venezia c’erano I canali
Adesso sono gli scontri regionali
A Milano c’era la Bocconi
Ora e tutto Berlusconi
A Torino c’erano la Fiat e la Lancia
Adesso si lavora solo quando non c’e marcia
A Napoli c’era la buona pizza
Ora c’e dapertutto l’immundizza
A Roma c’era el Colosseo sul Tevere
Adesso c’e un pasticcio que non si puo discrivere
Ma ditteme per amor di dio
Perche di questo suicidio
Perche gli Italiani in tutte queste loro dolenzie
Non possono dare fine a tante insolenzie
E finiscono sempre per scegliere
Volta dopo volta, Il solito cavaliere
Humor
Narcissus Rising
I looked in the mirror
And asked God
When you made me
Why did you throw the mold
I can’t tire of looking
I am a sight to behold
You could as well
Have cast me in gold
And compared to me
Everybody else’s left in the cold
I can’t stand the rest of your creation
Truth be told
Why didn’t you make everybody like me
Beautiful, smart and bold
We could have had peace
In this freaking damn world
Books in a Poem
A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu
(Book Author: Marcel Proust)
Je t’ai preparé ce diner
Cuit dans le feu de mes passions
Et ce vin doux, distillé, goute par goute,
Dans l’alambic de mes angoisses
Ne sois pas surprise par mon enthusiasme
Avant, Je refusais de m’eveiller les matins
si les jours ne me fesaient pas aimer au point du delire
Mes sentiments etaient plutot ambigues
Mes affections viriles
Oh que je detestais ces aristocrats decadants
Avec leur dedain et leur concupiscence
Et leurs femmes qui les trompent
Au clair de la lampe
Mais toi c’est une autre chose
Apres t’avoir rencontré
Je suis ravis par le retour du soleil
Ses rayons illuminant
Les merveilles d’un amour inédit
Mais cela ne m’empreche pas de penser
Au triomphe inevitable de la mort
J’ai toujours été souffrant, tu sais
Au visage perpetuellement pallard
Et a force de mourir
J’ai perdu la peur…
Apres avoir tant aimé et tant haï
On doit voir la fin
De cette aventure extraodinaire
Les dieux vont reclamer leur feu
Et la terre sa poussière
Et comme une pluie d’automne
Après avoir rassasiée la prairie
Descent les ravins en ruisseaux
Et cours a la rencontre de l’ocean infini
Et devient un avec lui
Humor
His Name Was Conny
His name was Donny , may be Johnny
He came with sandals and a gunny
But he had a swagger, almost toney
He called everyone honey
He had an easy wit, always funny
He promised us days always sunny
and fortune, chests full of money
Even a palace, a garden and a pony
But when from his hat he couldn’t pull a bunny
We realized he was but a phony
Dear John Letter - Kiss My Ars
I see your fields are lush
when mine are drying
You live and thrive
on my pain and dying
You mock
my constant trying
You laugh
when I am crying
You smirk
when I am sighing
Your shameless wandering
always denying
When you're not
with your eyes prying
Other woman's virtues
and for their favors you're vying
I always knew
you were lying
But I will be no more bound
to your slying
For now on,
on my own I am flying
And before I go
I want to see you to one thing complying
Your lips
to my ars applying
Can't make it clearer
what I am implying
Miscelaneous Thoughts
Of Love and Justice
It is not just to be civil
And no to look medieval
That I didn’t return your evil
You won’t see my emotional upheaval
Cause of wounding words you can’t make retrieval
Truly, rage is only primeval
The Race
My neck is burdened
With the heavy chains of past mistakes
My heart is torn
By the vicissitudes of life and its many aches
I am tired of people
I ask them for bread and they give me snakes
I can’t rely on my friends
They are all uncommitted, all flakes
And my workers, dont let me say it
They are slackers and ask for too many breaks
And why are our politicians
all sleaze balls and fakes?
But I can’t give up now
Can’t just step on the brakes
With god’s grace I will continue this horse race
Til I damn win the stakes
An Odyssey
...But that was not the end of your story
For you went to look for love, may be glory
You set sail
And crossed the veil
You went in stride
To meet the bride
And bring a treasure
Of gold beyond measure
When you arrived at the purple forest
You rode the spotted horse
To seek the promised hand
By the saint of the dame
And at the mountain of reclaimed hope
Y ou were given
A merry saber in a duel
And some ink and a quill
Wait you may a little
But do not tarry hence
When your feet are muck
And your skin all henna
Go visit the eastern amber plain
And ask the holy wooly yak for wisdom
Your lap she will seal with a low sigh, it’s been
Then you must pay the teller for his tale
And the ogrefly in ruby and light...
Zeitgeist, The Movie (1 h 56 min). One of the most controversial films of the last few years
Books in a Poem
Lavoura Arcaica
(Book Author: Reduan Nassar)
Explore every land and territory
Look on high at heavens glory
Hearken not to the pundit’s oratory
Nor your fathers’ skewed memory
Don’t get marred in neither defeat nor victory
Nor lost in metaphor and allegory
What seems real it is in fact illusory
Don’t want to seem profanatory
But be the prophet of your own story
Miscellaneous Thoughts
Got Balls?
In a world that revels in ingratitude
It is not enought with just honesty and rectitude
And you can have plenty of knowledge and aptitude
But you can’t face the unforgiving multitude
With only reserve and lassitude
You should make it your habitude
To adopt this attitude,
the manly trait of testicular fortitude
Humor
Drunk Encounters of the Ugly Kind
In the Palace called Ceasar
I met her at the bar
She was all smile
But she was cute only from far
She was plain and had a scar
Her breath reeked of tar
She asked me
“What about a ride in the car?”
And because I was half drunk
I said okay
Then she said:
“Give me a minute to touchup,
I want to look spectacular”
And without thinking I retorted:
“Don’t ever change
My dear little star
I want to forget you,
Just the way you are”
April , 2008
New Trends
New Trends in Medicine: The Biology of Perception
by Bruce Lipton
The Voice of the Age: Terence Mckenna and the World and its Double (follow the links to succesive 14 video files)
The Atom Part 1; The Clash of the Titans
The Atom Part 2: The Key to the Cosmos
New Words
These are words I believe I invented:
Fib: verb – to fib is to be harmonically proportionate in face or body features. Fib could also stand for rapid, exponential growth.
Fib is short for Fibonacci Series, a series of numbers (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34,....) that show constantly in nature and appear to underlie all processes of organic growth.
Example 1: She is not exactly a supermodel but she surely fibs.
Example 2: He is a moron but his career is fibbing.
Pluto: verb. to pluto someone or something is to downgrade, demote or remove altogether from a prestigious group or list, Like what was done to the planet of the same name.
Example: He was plutoed like an old pair of shoes.
(Pluto as a verb was chosen as the word of the year in 2006 by the American Dialect Society)
Mythicate: verb. Portmonteau of myth and fabricate. Someone mythicates when he thinks he can lie and confabulate for a high purpose, but for a strange human psychological quirk, he ends up believing that those fantasies he made up are true. This happens more than often among political and religious movements leaders and thinkers. Example: When Rumsefeld declared that Iraq had Weapons of Mass Destruction, he was mythicating thru his teeth.
Diary
Sunday, April 20th, 2008, a date which will live in famy (assuming famy is the opposite of infamy which I doubt). I committed to start leaning how to play an instrument and today and for the first time in my life I was able to tune my Ukelele, all by myself. I was ecstatic. I sense the burgeoning of a flamant future music writing career.
Humor
Brave New World
2 Million Solar Panels by 2010
"I never had textual relations with that woman."
The governor of California will have solar panels installed on 2 Million roofs throughout the State, one way or the other
Hail to Ale
Our beer, which art in kegs
Hallowed be thy foam
Thy inebriation come
Thy will be drunk
In the pub as it is in the home
Give us this day our daily binge
And forgive us our public urinations
As we forgive those who urinated on us
And lead us not to ugly broads
But deliver us from hangovers
For thine is the kegdom
and the brewer, and the blurry
for ever and ever
Amen (Inspired by a similar prayer by Barmen)
Miscelaneous Thoughts
No Love, No Children, No Furniture
Everyone thinks you are immature
With weak bone structure and musculature
Women hardly raise your temperature
And you often jilt their overture
You have no love, nor progeny nor furniture
You spend your days immersed in art and literature
Your meals are just bread and comfiture
My man, you must have tripped on the space’s curvature
Or may be yours is the true nature
The destiny of all divine creature
Maybe even, a god in miniature
Eldorado (Spanish)
La mujer me tiene adiestrado
Me tiene loco y exasperado
Como una marioneta mi tiene, casi castrado
Quiere que me gane la vida de honrado
Y que trabaje para un futuro asegurado
Después de haberlo mucho considerado
Deje huerto y arado
Y me puse a la búsqueda de Eldorado
Quizás voy a caer malparado
Quizás terminare con el ojo morado
Pero vale mejor ser tuerto y haber explorado
Que con dos ojos y mis pasiones enterrado
The Alchemy
Distil body and soul in essence sublime
Drop by drop in the alembic of time
Ares meets Diana in the heavens
All blessings come in sevens
They greet with lip and groin
At the pinecone they join
He heals her wound with a scar
A balm obtained thru a star
He rained on her with a thunder
And restored the treasure they did plunder
Hail the return of the golden ellipse
After such a long eclipse
Sun and moon have melted in their heart
It was finally joined what was apart
In Sickness and in Health (French)
Au milieu de ces idoles barbares
Et des marins qui se bagarrent
On a entame une communion si rare
Meme si les mots se cachent, mes yeux declarent
La distance maudite, j’en ai mare
Et cette peau qui nous separe
Mais maintenant que dans tes seins j’ai trouve rempart
Ca vient des mots qui dechirent le coeur, desemparent
C’est vrai, on se fatigue des sentiments bavards
Et notre amour devient hagard
On etait aimables, mais maintenant bâtards
Nos moutons sont ensevelies par nos renards
Notre jeunesse qui pour jamais depart
Et la vigeur dont Dieu devient avare
Mais je te promet que sobre ou pochard Et tant que j’ai mains et cithare
je serai ton troubadour, parfois pure et parfois paillard
Tu sera toujours mon Heloise, et moi ton Abelard
Of Bulls and Ducks (Spanish)
Por tus hazañas quieres oír alabo
Te crees toro bravo
La verdad eres blando como mierda de pavo
De tus emociones eres esclavo
Mis ojos cierro y mis manos lavo
Huye, huye, entre tus piernas tu rabo
One Way Ticket to Love
Slow of speech I stammer
My syntax was bad as well as my grammar
But when I fell for her beauty and glamor
I became a poet, my love in rhyme clamor
Now I wished I was a little tamer
Instead of my constant slammer
Of my affections I can’t be a rammer
and of my attentions on her ears a drummer
Truth is, on cold iron I can’t hammer
Mysterium Tremendum
You who have seen the depths of cruelty and malice
Knew that behind every big lie there is a profound truth
That from putrescence will emerge regeneration
And you came to the altar of sacred mirrors
To seek that profound union
That comes only with a numinous understanding of life
Beyond the noise and the chatter
You asked God to remove your tongue
And give you a million eyes to behold his glory
And you prayed…
Lord clean the doors of my perception
And allow me to overcome my deception
I realize now that my inception
Was at the kiss, well before conception
The Life Cycle
About True Healing
Rich or poor, heavy or slend'r
All was needed is cand'r
But you wished the morsel was kind'r
Because it tore your guts asund'r
Tis the price for a glimpse at a world yond'r
It is the land of dream and wond'r
Few will arrive and fewer will stand its splend'r
Self and ego you will be called to surrend'r
And all your former certainties to tend'r
Then your mind will be given wings to wand'r
To behold landscapes of beauty beyond pond'r
Run with the jaguar and fly with the cond'r
Meet luminous beings in their merry bend'r
Your soiled soul in their joyful light will laund'r
Tis the only true balm, of your many wounds a mend'r
From Kilkenny to Cusco
Cries from the inner reaches of outer space
Fall on the deaf ears of the human race
Gaia knitting her anguish on the grass
Time is running out, thus says the hourglass
The planet moans in a rumble
And the stars flare as they grumble
Man ponders about his life
And why of his pain and strife
Why is he drawn to sin and danger
And unleash his anger on the kin and the stranger
He can’t sink his plow in this field
And his once fruitful orchards won’t yield
But there will be no winner or loser in this station
For the end of all is transformation
We will jump in the dark of night
To reappear in the bright of light
We are dreamers of a dream
Made of a sound and a beam
We will see the return of the great year
Foreseen by many a prophet and a seer
It will become true what the alchemist has told
And finally turn lead into gold
Again we will behold the garden of our birth
And experience the ecstasy of a lost mirth
We will live and love another way
We will Age and die another way
On The Here and Now
Your life is a complete lie
Without much trying it has gone awry
Your juices have gone dry
And your hair comb with a dye
The passing of ruthless time you try to deny
Your youthful past you recall with a sigh
How good you were with women, crafty and sly
You tell of glorious days when you reached the sky
And flaunt your trophies and titles, never shy
But now your charm fizzled, no matter how much you try
You want to live for ever, never die
But the grim reaper is always at the door, standing by
The Amazon
She came in mid spring
Joy and happiness to bring
Sent from the empyrean sphere
To bid us to the now and here
She walks as she dances
Charming gestures and beautiful stances
Her eyes a window to her soul
A wealth of compassion to dole
She is young, but in her train an old past
That was never meant to last
She stretched her wings and flew
To seek wisdom, love and all that is true
You can cut her flesh and break her bones
But she still praises, never moans
You can betray her and break her heart
For her a blessing, God’s calling for a new start
In her. mysterious passions that enslave and bind
I feel the urge to seek and find
Communion
Who is the comely maiden lurking at my gate
I beg you, tarry not any longer outside
Come inside for you are welcome
I have been waiting for you
Sit down by my fire
For I have readied the hearth anticipating your arrival
I have laid before you a table
With the meats of my best cattle
And the fruits of my best orchards
I have wine for you also
Nectar of my oldest vines
I want this communion to be memorable
And as we break bread together
you will gaze into my eyes
And you will love again
And you will fear again
Then you will hear me say…
Fear me not I pray
You are free to hold me or keep me at bay
Your spell that over my heart holds sway
As powerful as it may
And if you do not want to stay
you can go in peace,
but my heart you will be taking away
Yearnings
Oh the agony of distance
From the one you desire
I always have the eerie sense
that you are just a heartbeat away
That only time keeps us apart
Everytime I see you
I hope that our peaceful souls
Will somehow, finally, charm each other
Everytime I kiss you in the cheek
I wished our skins touched a little longer
Everytime you leave my presence
My heart is heavy as stone
Everytime we say goodbye
I pray to meet you again in my dreams
In The News
The Marketplace
Hemlines lengthen and shorten
Not because of what you see or what you hear
Civilizations rise and fall
Not because of a king's might or the magic of the seer
Economies boom and bust
Not because of shoddy barons nor the whims of money dear
No, it is the wind behind the wave of time
It's father sun and the wobbling of a sphere
The Curse of Technology
Why pundits with knowledge arcane
Can’t fathom and can’t explain
Why the world is so insane
With its superachievers on the fast lane
Its hustlers after fortune and material gain
The incessant highs that we strive to attain
The gadgets that we made for our happiness in vain
And the environments that we created but can’t sustain
Should I tell you of a very old refrain
of our soul and its millennial stain
That to avoid the real source of our misery and bane
We created artifacts for the management of our pain
The Crumbling Economy
In snares of our own making we fell
Falllen under our own creation’s spell
Like Faust our soul to the devil sell
All we wanted is to see gold in our coffers swell
Listen to this and listen well
We are the ones for whom tolls the bell
Bound in a hand basket to hell
Sign of the Times
People are everywhere confused
Working masses abused
The poor and their pride bruised
The powerful who wished we snoozed
Don’t blame me for being amused
Because we all seem to be boozed
Mr. Spitzer
You prosecuted all, along with kin and fello’
And ruled over wall street like a caudillo
Un til they revealed your picadillo
They found you sneaking in a bordello
Your zeal was all smoking billo’
From hard reformer you’ve become jello
To your career say goodbye and to jail hello
Books in A Poem
The Party is Over and Peak Oil (Book Author: Richard Heinberg)
The ingenuity of man
He first made fire
Then the round wooden tire
When he put words with ink on paper quire
His mind was set afire
He sailed the world entire
Bringing times boon times mire
Man thought he could accomplish any dream or desire
And even to the moon aspire
He sent his visions on the air and on the live wire
And a multitude of progeny sire
But he overlooked a matter very dire
That the energies of the earth he can’t own, only hire
What caused the cannon of history to misfire?
Who will save and who will inspire
Should we call the noble savage to inquire?
Surely now is the time for our greed to retire
Now is the time to set our aim higher
Finnegans Wake (Book Author: James Joyce)
I spin words like skein of wool
And human language I retool
To sift between the ready and the fool
I tore the veil between reality and the dream
The river I made to flow upstream
And whole destinies revealed in a haze of steam
I forgot the meaning of frugality
Causality for me, is futility
And sanity is outright banality
Here the dog is wagged by its tail
The minnow swallows the whale
And the hare is outrun by the snail
Can never tell who is doing and who is done
Who has lost and who has won
You are even finished before you begun
When you were cozy and snug
I came in the dead of night like a thug
I removed time from under your feet like a rug
Blake’s grain of sand I’ve blown
And the Alchemist stone I’ve thrown
At those who say that all is known
I made Caesar meet Napoleon
The lord serve the peon
And a day the same as an eon
Rome falls ten times a day
Gods bow to those who pray
and prophets led by those who stray
Thus I tell you, all your former certainties forsake
of this new madness partake
and with me shout, ye finnegans, wake
The Bible
(Book Author: God)
It all started with Eve and Adoom
They strolled around Eden in birth costoom
When they ate off the tree, God went kaboom
Jehovah was his name, Elohim his nom de ploom
He called Moses who answered why me a baboom
The Lord said if not you then whoom
To Bethlehem came Joseph looking for a room
Jesus spoke of new ways, of the hills he made a classroom
The Romans, with rage he made fuoom
They killed him, but he arose to his father's throne assoom
The middle ages were all darkness and gloom
Witches casting spells and flying on a broom
The goddess was back and the worship of the moom
Later Luther challenged the pope's boardroom
The truth about god's grace he did exhoom
When Descartes said" I think therefore I oom"
He caused science to florish and art to bloom
Einstein came and Newton shook in the toom
It is wave, it is particle, it is both I presoom
Then piping mobs to impending doom
In the horizon a bright mushroom
Threshing souls and hell fire it's chaff consoom
Man wished he was back in his mother's woom
But in the clouds came the bridegroom
And for a little while, hope will loom
After that, our calamities resoom
The Odyssee
(Book Author: Homer)
No reason to denigrate and malign
The exquisite heavenly fruit of the vine
For tis, in a trinity, the conundrum of wine
It’s Circe who turns men into swine,
Calypso offering to make eternity thine
And Penelope in whose bosom life's divine
Leonardo Da Vinci (Book Author: Sherwin Nuland)
Una nuova era haveva proclamata
La ferita dei secoli buii per sempre ricamata
E La ingeniosita humana riclamata
Era un uomo di anima sublimata
La "mona lisa" col sorriso di fata
E "el cenacolo" que anche si un po degradata
La nostra idea del arte ebbe transformata
La passione per il sapere sua mente consumata
E l'amore per la bellezza sua vita quasi rovinata
Ma perche scriveva colla mano sinista, a rovesciata
Lo credevano matto, da pazzia confirmata
Y dicevano, que anche su cacca la teneva profumata
The Alphabet Versus the Goddess
(Book Author: Leonard Shlain)
Woman of antiquity and lore
She was goddess then was called whore
Her likeness from temples we tore
And raised Apollo, Zeus and Thor
And to them our allegiance swore
After that history was nothing but madness and war
Stained with blood and filled with gore
Until her divinity restore
And the power of the cruel letter abhor
We will live lost, we will live poor
And that is for sure
Cien Años de Soledad
(Book Author: Gabriel Garcia Marques)
Carpintero de palabras
Con tornillos sutiles y perspicaz vizagras
Marinero que navega en la luz
Sin sextante ni brujula pero en su pecho una cruz
En la vasta cienaga de sueños incomprendidos
Con tantos llantos y sentimientos indebidos
No tiene amo ni dueno
Ni potestad ni reino
Con su escritura embrujada
Y rima afortunada
Ahoga al delirio del tirano
Y de aquel que se embalsamo en su gloria en vano
Pero el escritor se descuido
Y desembrujarse se olvido
Ya no pide que cantan los poetas
Ni porque se afilan las bayonetas
Cuando se duermen los profetas
Y se arrepienten los anacoretas
La tierra pierde la boca
Y la luna se vuelve loca
The Works of Archimedes
(Book Author: Thomas Heath)
Raining shapes and numbers from the sky
I contemplated Archimedes dancing with Pi
Then jumping from a tub and eureka cry
He found order in what was awry
And brought infinity nigh
Til a Roman dagger ended his ply
When to a soldier’s whim he didn’t comply
That is how knowledge of ages die
At The Crest of the Tidal Wave
(Book Author: Robert Prechter)
The warning of this seer do not jeer
Lend your ear to me and hear
You had a fun ride my dear
On this rollercoaster on the blue sphere
You cared about nothing else but self and career
Watch the movie world premiere
And go to the bar for sports and beer
But now your existence will become queer
You will witness the fall of idols you revere
And see the archaic in you reappear
Your easy life will soon disappear
As you watch your obligations in arrear
You are at the mercy of merchants austere
And rulers with agenda unclear
But beyond the shiny veneer
Of what seems to appear
Or who’s lying and who’s sincere
We are at the edge of the final frontier
We are at the verge of a new great year
We will know who will mourn and who will cheer
In the eternal battle between love and fear
