existential plight
by Roberto Lavidez
we are
simply
living in
a different
era
shrinking
inexorably
into
nothingness
amidst the
snarling
faces and
scornful
attitudes
the objects
of our fear
necessarily
traffics
in the
realm of
imagination
the scar
seemed
to have
vanished
in a state
of unbelieving
and ecstatic
astonishment
but there is
a maddeningly
provocative
predicament
and a
profound
sense of
impotence
we cannot
go on
wasting
time
proving
that the
planet is
not flat
a foreigner
to the very
immutable
laws
which earth
must obey
extemporized
dissertations
composed
half of the
bleak and
bloodless
logic
obstructed by
a turbulent
and immoral
mind
to not have
any wisdom
about the
limitations
of life and
nature of
death
all of a
sudden
the whole
thing
seemed to
blow away
like an
evil wind
filled with
struggling
and opposed
elements
society
had to be
constructed
on different
principles
away from
the calamity
of reproachable
consciousness
things that
usually escape
the rest of us
above
the petty
squabbles
of the world
wearing
the rotten
richness
ready to
flow into
putrefaction
it and it alone
can be held
accountable
for its
existential
plight
perhaps
that is where
the outrage
lies
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an exile in
his own mind
by Roberto
Lavidez
one cannot
act without
soiling
one’s hand
the influence
of the
unconscious
mind
in building up
images
assuming
all forms
and adopting
all accents
reveling
in myths
and vain
illusions
the wild
gothic force
of unreason
joined to
a dawning
sense of
disparity
and isolation
quenching
that light
in what is
to man
darkness
an exile
in his
own mind
that man
cannot
avoid one
inconvenience
without
incurring
another
bowing to
no measure
of rationality
morality
or mercy
the similitude
of the
thoughts
and passions
of one man
to the
thoughts
and passions
of another
impeded by
a curious
combination
of racialism
and fear
entering
on an
endless
cycle
in which
cynicism
and violence
encouraged
one another
men in
great numbers
died
not out
of thirst
but because
of poisoned
water
all steeped
in history
and zeitgeist
culminating
in the excesses
of building
a globe
generating
a never-ending
passion to
the death
if it were
a prophecy
it was
a false
prophecy
imitating
a past
that was
supposed
to be
condemned
without
the necessity
of the
intervention
of any
extrinsic force
without
the constant
talk of the
possibility
of bloodshed
the barbarians
at the gate
would all
disappear
into the
censor's
black box
in which
all else
is contained
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dig this
by Roberto Lavidez
there weren't
a lot of words
only ugly
memories
from the past
caught in
the paradox
of having
the capacity
to argue
against
the essence
dwelling on
metamorphosis
at the transitional
most abhorrent
moment
recognizing
the desperate
need for us all
to treat
each other
with dignity
the only limiting
factor is human
imagination
in the face of
extraordinary
pressure
and conflict
many stereotypes
are reinforced
and burning
secrets revealed
as people are
searching
for more
obscure things
rescued from
their present
state of
ignorance
superstition
and helplessness
we are compelled
to face with
sober senses
the real
conditions
of life
ethics and
politics are
inextricably
intertwined
on all sides
we have to dig
into ourselves
into our state
of nature myths
which could
change the
way we think
we have to
ask ourselves
which do we
keep
and which
do we let
melt away
into air
if we can
confront
our own
memories
and expunge
the feelings of
contamination
out of
miscalculations
misunderstandings
and mutual
suspicions
the culture
had been
geared toward
turning people
into expendable
casualties
creating a
class of people
who are
permanently
disenfranchised
we have
to keep
digging
dig really deep
into ourselves
and remember
that we’re
in this
dignity
business
for the
long
haul
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the god of writing
by Roberto Lavidez
to expose
and confront
malevolent
powers
to be freed
from the
molestation
of evils which
otherwise
await us
to throw
a great light
upon a very
dark subject
however
disfigured
by exaggeration
and inaccuracy
the world
is beyond
the subject
unknown
uncertain
unclear
to throw
into the scales
left to linger
in a state
filled with
foreboding
too delicate
a matter
to set down
in black
and white
the manifestation
of the sky
surrounded
by objects
hanging
in space
the interdependence
the indivisibility
of rights
exhibiting
a notable
ambiguity
wittily
worded
that anger
was barely
perceptible
faced with
the apathy
of the masses
all resting on
the unspoken
and sometimes
heavily
emphasized
the reason
so many
atrocities
could take
place
no mind
would have
contented
itself with an
unfathomable
incomprehensible
mystery
during
the season
of damp
and fog
grasped as
a reminiscence
of something
concrete
offsetting
universality
with historical
relativism
hungering
after proofs
of immortality
only the god
of writing
gaining
complete
dominance
within society
knows how
to put
an end
to a way
of life
that leaves
nobody
unscathed
unless he
himself
behaves
like an
imbecile
inviting
martyrdom
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