i want to know people
who i lived life with
all these years of conversations
frustrations
but it’s as if they were all spent in a different state
a different place
with filters on
not really here
not really me
someone else
versions of me i showed
all the lies and mind games
interacting with other people’s versions
their lies and mind games
most of them unaware of the reality behind the veil
so i want to know someone
anyone really
the man on the street
in the shopping malls
women in airports and inside computers
who are we behind the screen
behind the mask
i believe there is a common humanity there
and if we are to really get deep with love and kindness
we have to want to know
who and what is there
we start with ourselves
we sit in silence and solitude
we write and express our thoughts
all the books and things to learn
overwhelmed by how lost i am
it seems the more i advance
the deeper it gets
socrates was proclaimed the wisest of all
by the oracle of delphi
i want to be socrates
i want to be the oracle
i want to kill them
and know even them
i want to know something
descartes logos
the truth behind truth
absolute relativity
nature of phenomenon
what the fuck is morality
how can we know that our version of whatever is correct
unlike other thinkers
i trust nothing
even the patterns and symbols of language
and all the boxes like solipsism and communisms and marxism
convenient ways to avoid the issue
how to organize ourselves
our economies and societies
maybe the answers are clear to you
with your left wing right wing politics
i dont have wings
i am a fallen devil
flying low
i get high
on not getting high
sit there doing nothing
writing my poetry
singing my songs
in love with this unpredictability
i have a fetish to dive into nothingness
enter the void and confront my guardian angels
and past lives
the robots of tomorrow
tell them all to fuck off and suck my dick
that’s what turns me on
went on a date in my dreams
why are you so quiet mister markus
what you perceive as quiet
i hear screams
reality is a great symphony
i hear orchestras
great melodies
i want to sleep
i want death
but it is too loud for my virgin giraffe soul