the impossible

dreamer

by Roberto Lavidez

the masses

needed

a clear

political

awareness

those who

heard him

were afresh

moved with

compassion

to see a man

refurbishing

the history

of the

revolution

who seemed

in all other

respects

to have

a sound

judgment

and clear

understanding

of the

material

well-being

for an entire

people

imbued with

revolutionary

consciousness

to give

a perfection

to distributive

justice

bestowing

upon everyone

his due

thanking

heaven

a thousand

times

for having

qualified

to answer

the necessities

of the miserable

there existed

a deep abyss

that separated

the workers

from the

exploiters

the liberated

slaves

from their

enslavers

the intriguers

the pseudo

revolutionaries

the corrupters  

were worms

in his discourse

he still

expressed

himself

justly

so absolutely

mad and

distracted

rambling and

self-indulgent

a mishmash

of fact

and fiction

when any

mention

was made

of his cursed

knight-errantry 

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finger pointing

by Roberto Lavidez

perhaps

people

will do

one thing

when they

are young

and another

thing

when they

grow older

never

to believe

anything

that seemed

obvious

at first glance

indeed

to believe

the opposite

it is the

nature

of man

to long

after things

forbidden

and to desire

what is

denied us

to plunge into

irremediable

ambiguity

reflecting

an ancient

prejudice

of thought

caressing in

imagination

the lovely

mirage of

hope

wavering

between

terror and

hysteria

there is no

easy answer

to the

question

why

but suffering

ennobles

and purifies

as persecution

gives freedom

strength

apparently

suggesting

that

something

drastic

would be

done

to solve

the riddle

explicable

by some facts

lying deeper

than the

phenomena of

consciousness

perhaps it has

something

to do with

Plato’s essence

of eternal reality

underlying

superficial

appearances

which may

carry the soul

from the depths

of the concrete

to the heights

of the abstract

or perhaps

we could

devote

ourselves

to tracing the

actual pathways

that evolution

had followed

reducing

to ashes

the rage

hate and

cruelty

by which

we are

mutilated

with a finger

pointing

to the sky

asking for

justice

pondering

uncomprehendingly

on what

went wrong

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an analogue

of happiness

by Roberto Lavidez

to touch

upon the

secrets of the

human heart

and conscience

already inclined

to guilt

is to struggle

with the

problem of

Dostoevsky

the wholly

inhuman

dimension

of evil

one thereby

comes to

have a survey

of the entire

scheme

questioning  

the righteousness

of a God who

allows evil

on a

monumental scale

in the world he

is reputed to

have made

probably

pointless

to worry about

probably too late

to think of

the theatricality

of purpose

mind drifts

due to mere

carelessness

carried away

by nothing

more blissful

than the stream

allowed to

fall asleep and

not be wakened

that we had

lent our ear to

an idle curiosity

while our feet

trudge on into

the dumb

expanse

of freedom

making ourselves

deaf to the

divine voice

for the purpose

of being able

to hold on

to a theory

which requires

but little

racking of

the brain

a delight

one takes

in one’s existence

an analogue of

happiness

without being

corrupted in

any way

no way of

having recourse

to synchronicity 

that seems to hover

to any intuition

upon which it

might be based

that it were ever

possible for a

created being

to attain to

such a state

to swerve

unpredictably from

the generation

of truth statements

one does not

have to think

perfect equilibrium

to bear 

a formidable

power of will 

in the pursuit of

total wakefulness

one can choose

to bypass the

truth dilemma

and attain the

condition

of myth

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he who denies

by Roberto Lavidez

he who

denies life

is compelled

to gaze long

and unflinchingly

into the dark

abyss of 

existence

he denies

the unpredictability

the inevitability

of conflict 

between forces 

of disruption

and forces 

of order

he denies 

the fight

against the lack

of understanding

against a whole 

world of

non understanding

he denies

consciousness

of exercising 

mastery

over oneself

discouraged

to think

one’s way 

through the 

things of life

from the 

microcosm

of the self

to the 

macrocosm

of the universe

he even denies

the motivation

of the soul that

identifies itself

exclusively with

god and 

the good

rebelling against

established  

structures

and values

he denies

the unleashing of

elemental forces

the awakening of

nature’s depths

the sweeping

mass movement

of energies

he understands

that one is

being fooled

yet denies the

power not

to be fooled

what will become

of the man

who no longer

has any reasons

for defending

himself

or for attacking

what will become

of him who

denies implanting

a meaning

a new meaning 

into what 

has become

meaningless

the hour

when all

good men

are asleep

what will become

of him who

denies himself

an awakening

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at the gates

of mystery

by Roberto Lavidez

faced with

a tabula rasa

on which one

can write

what he wants

knowing the

essence of

words

things and

thoughts

appearing

from within

the fathomless

and boundless

undercurrent
it runs without
mixing its purity
with the heavy
waves of 
dogmatism

creating

something

of oneself

outside

of oneself

one must

study

to know

know to

understand

understand

to judge

though we 
cannot

force things

to be other

than they are

can we?

comparing

cheeks to

rose petals

and hair 
to silk

reason is a

clumsy weapon

of the left

hemisphere

which might

have delighted

all scribes

but whatever

road we take

it is just as if

we have not

moved at all

the visible

universe

becomes

disintegrated

its material

dispersed

interwoven

tale of toads

you throw out

the window

leaving history
far from being

complete in

the miserable

remnants of

books

disfigured by 
exaggeration

and inaccuracy

our collective

sentiments

diffused

ambiguous

and obscure
there is no
voice which
speaks to us
in an imperative
tone

no password

to cause

the gates

of mystery

to swing open
and expose

the interiors

of imagined

libraries

and temples

purposely

veiled

so as to

half conceal

and half reveal

the truth

the seeker

deciphers 
what may 
well be 
the equivalent

of another

complex

ancient 

language and 

he ends up

appearing as

a stone

solitary

and alone

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resting

on the knees

of the gods

by Roberto Lavidez

the silhouette

of a bent man

tilling the ground

the sign of the

irrevocable

decay

cut off from the

comprehension

of our

surroundings

each time

he lifted

his hoe

the frightened

birds

rose and flew

swiftly away

a weary

pilgrimage

amongst

hints for

nightmares

blundered

into a place

of cruel

mysteries

not fit for a

human being

to behold

mass of men

accustomed to

wretchedness

and humiliation

bogged down in

fruitless inertia

believing that

destiny rests

on the knees

of the gods

as their

oppressors

command them

to tear

treasure out

of the bowels

of the land

they stagnate

deplorably

in unbearable

poverty

imagine

the growing

regrets

the longing

to escape

the powerless

disgust

the surrender

the hate

but the more

they understand

the more

watchful

they become

the more

they come

to realize

something

altogether

monstrous

intolerable

to thought

and odious

to the soul

that notion

of being

captured

by the very

essence

of dreams

a tremor of

struggling

revolt

attacking

the heart

of domination

taking

the lead

with their

brains

and their

muscles

in the fight

for freedom

defying

fate

written

in the

capitalist

manifesto

by the

flabby

devil who

loses the

unbounded

power of

eloquence

until

he no longer

runs the show

ah!

but it is

something

to have

at least

a choice

of nightmares

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