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  • Bin Laden is dead. Long live the king.

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Thu, 2011-05-05 22:51

    The other day, the fear was murdered. Ambushed in the dark corner of the hope, the monster was slaughtered so we can reclaim ourselves from our evil twin that wiretapped and Guantanamoed US. A triumph of the bullet. The last supper of the saved nation. The redemption has been reached, the re-election en route.

    Incurable, we laid calmly under the caressing beams of the chemotherapeutic treatment, awaiting for the new beginning to arise from the malignant hope.

    The illusion had become a palpable reality, embraced by all that are in the pursuit of an unreachable happiness, dehumanizing our bones from the little humanity we were able to accumulate throughout millennia.

    The cheers are jubilant, the glorious moment is short lived but long enough to allow us to crawl back into the burrows of our panic since we all know that this feudal eye for an eye will soon leave all of us blind.

    The wisdom has reached us; the fact is that the deeds resulting from it are still dreamed of.

Poetry

allow

Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Thu, 2011-05-12 02:45

Allow me to love you

my distant stranger

aside from mundane and

lips and intercourse

building an untruthful trust

of glimpses

touched by the eyelids

the ontology of time

Submitted by ferdydurke on Sat, 2010-09-18 05:55

lying on my bed,
gulping from the time
I do not have

I seem to lack in something
Because everyone
does not seems to like

the way I'm gulping from their time

Prose

  • A town close to nowhere

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Wed, 2009-06-17 04:29

    A town close to nowhere. From above everything seems close to nowhere. The steps, the dreams and hopes, the bus station or the bus itself seem to take us nowhere. The Globe itself seems to spin with a ferocious redundancy in a vicious cycle.

    *

             I know that I diminished considerably my chances to get your phone number, my beautiful stranger and drink companion, but maybe another drink would keep you glued to the stool as I slowly slip into an amorphous presence. I wish you were married, ugly, fat and a little bit more disgusting than I could ever describe so I could punish my impertinentcies by inviting you to a motel and kissing that repulsiveness over and over; and I would do that as a great lover, greater than Romeo and with more passion and loyalty than Don Juan was ever able to show; I’m very aware that the general concept about Don Juan is everything but loyalty. If our ephemeral encounter will permit, I shall develop further the Don Juan social hysteria. Anyway, once in a while I get masochistic and I tend to reprimand my antisocial behaviors with disgusting images; for balance’s sake.

Blogs

  • I spread my wings and the horizon grows (my thoughts)

    Submitted by Night Shadow on Fri, 2010-05-14 15:44

    I step out of my shell further.  As time passes , sometimes fleeting glimpses and sometimes so slowly,  but I know I am still moving.  Obstacles laid before me, ever towering, ever growing.  Just waiting for me to crumble.   Waiting for  that plunge into the abyss in which light shall not escape as if I myself were being swept into a black hole.  So far I have fallen, But now..... Now I began to rise.  I ascend slowly , yet surely .   A breath of fresh air.   Something inside me has deeply awakened.  I feel it now.  It gives me lift.  When once I saw blackness , now light congeals rays of color seeming so solid, I can reach out and touch them.  And I know now, this is it .... My LIFE,  My voice,  too long had I let it become silenced , but I have allowed my mind to wander and what I am finding is that there are no limitations except those which I hinder unto myself.   I have come to realize I have wings, not in the sense of actual wings, no something more grand then that.  And yes there are things more grand.