Leave me out of all the brainwash noise of vanity,
of this mass "culture" of superficiality and nonsense,
controlled by media vomiting dispersing stuff
all over this polluted planet of denaturalisation
just to make the brainwash world pandemic worse
for the shortsighted benefit of poison chaos merchants.
Let me hide behind the trees of some forgotten virgin forest
and remain there in humility, timidity and peace
to only concentrate on vital things
that make life worth while after all,
the beauty that remains forever,
the experience that is forever beneficial,
music that will never die
and ancient sacred writings
going on inspiring forever.
Nothing else is really of some consequence.
This brainwash age of stress and mental aberration
is just, like any war in history, a vanity to outlive,
although hibernation under duress always is an unfair trial
of constructiveness and love,
as if they ever could be doubted, questioned,
harassed tragically by the foolishness of vanity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-04-05 at 13:46
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