Somewhere, far beyond this land,

the forefathers of revolutions and true democracies

are tossing and turning in their graves

over the degeneration of their demos cratos.

“By the people, for the people” was the anthem,

but has become “by the masses, for the wealthy”.

Liberté, égalité, fraternité no longer precisely translates,

but is taken for property, privilege, and politics.

What is it with rich armchair politicians

who flash public office as a fashion statement?

Do they feel no remorse for their gluttonous greed

that stagnates the growth of human societies?


Fukayama was fundamentally flawed in stating

that democracy was the final stop of human history.

For now, history has fought back in the form of aristocracy

and decmocracy has been remade to satisfy their image.

Take note – we are no more than ants on the ground

hurriedly evading the crushing heel of the rich’s boots,

trying to carve out a decent living, and be recognized

in a system that no longer truly recognizes us.

When did our politics become little more than trash zones

for the despicable elements to find their feeding grounds?

Are we not more than bottom feeders forever meant to feed

the fortunes of those whose fortune dwarfs all commons?

Just as ancient free Greeks lusted for leisure,

and common folk labored without ease on their lives,

here we are again, at the whim of the gluttenous

who care not for the earthly dangers that threaten us.

From dependance propaganda to desperate devolution,

they will say anything to ensure their continued dominance,

to ensure common folk are always fighting each other

and to disturbed by themselves to end this damning cycle.





A collection of verses – I

A flower,
without nature or nurture,
is doomed to wither.

Death is
an inescapable destination
in the course of life.

Growth is essential
to find the essence
of a being.

Stagnation is a danger
that strikes whenever
growth is stunded.

New opportunities are
to growth
as success to advancement.

On Outward Perfection

Fear is a powerful motivator,

but the worst of the influencers.

When you close yourself off to others

it had better be to make yourself better.

You curl up in a ball for better protection

and to facilitate innate introspection

against the dangers of the hostiles outside

that seem, for you to be little more

but murderous, and meticulously devious.


Fear is a powerful feeling,

but does not build the inward perfection

we more often than not feel

is our ultimate destination.

Do we not grow

when we challenge our status quo?

Do we not improve our comfort

by fighting the feelings of discomfort?


While it’s fine to be fulfilled

by finding our inner whole,

we build our contentment

by seeking that which adds to our core.

For we may stagnate

by simply staying in comfort

rather than growing with discomfort

away from the static state of innate.


A collection of verses

If you’re going to write a poem, you generally write one about life. To write about life in it’s entirety, you need to write about all it’s aspects – not just the positive and doctored moments you see on social media. There are hard times that need to be spoken by the brave few who mention them, and acknowledged by the wise who pay attention.

This is a collection of thoughts for all those living in darkness with no way out. This can be written by anyone, spoken by anyone, anyone who’s going through a hard time. Here’s to you.

All I see is night.

Unending, unrelenting

neither wrong, nor right,

it just is, and will be, night.

And yet, I see more clearly

now, than in the blinding light

of the day, and the public


If you are the night,

you cannot be seen.

you are but a whisper

that makes them shiver in broad daylight.


Conviction is a falsehood

as litterally nothing is for certain.

You cannot be sure something exists

as surely as if it doesn’t.

Let people have their fictions,

their odd, fossil wizards

who seem to know better

and are made in their image.

You know they’re wrong,

but you don’t need to point it out,

for doing so is wasted work

and not worth your time.


Why should policy matter?

This theatre of lies

between left and right

if it doesn’t benefit me?

What good is a system

so far removed from the ground

that it seems like those above

are the gods of Olympus

and we, little more

than the oppressed plebes of Athens.


People make millions

for being useless to society

while those milions guaranteed

never go in charitable humanity.

Why make gods

out of useless people

born only to entertain

and out to pasture when their peak is passed?

Why should I care for athletes

and actors, who feed the fictions

of things we could do

that aren’t actually of our existence?


The world turns. It burns.

Let it burn.

The world’s problems

do not concern me.

It is run by sick people

voted in by careless citizens

too absorbed in mediocrity

and their medias to care

about something

too far gone and broken

that they never bothered

to really get involved in.


They always used to say

that no man (nay, being)

should ever die alone

and forgotten.

Guess they were wrong –

everyone has to die, but

whether in a coffin or not,

we all die alone, and are forgotten.

No matter how hard we scream,

blunt or blunder our way

to power, it may be irrelevant

and history tends to forget.


From ashes to ashes –

this is all that we are.

Neither matter, nor trials of the spirit

can truely fill the longing in our hearts.

We hunger to fill the emptiness

of the being and body

only to notice the ever true

futility of our existing.

But we crave more,

our thirst unquenched,

until the soul is scorched

and no seed can be sprung.


My friends said

“there’s a ying to every yang”,

always another half

to make you whole.

If that were true,

I would have found

that one by now,

they who make me whole.

And yet, I found

that it is I who must

make myself whole

and not dependent on another.


Sit and watch

as friends announce engagements

or show off their fun events

while your life is the same as it was before.

None of it interests you,

none of it concerns you.

You are dead to life,

and your friends are dead to you.

There is no need to subscribe

to the egofest of others.

You are all that matters

in the four corners of your room.


See? If you look closely enough

and with the right lens,

you see with greater clarity

than in looking with the light.

For if it truely were easy

to look in broad daylight,

then we wouldn’t be squinting

from the sheer force of the light.

If you are the night,

you cannot be seen.

you are but a whisper

on the edge of daylight.



Far Beyond The Stars

We are nothing but sparkles of light in the endless night,

shining in the dark like stars on water with the moonlight.

We are ash and dust, nothing but beings made and undone

in the indifference of cosmos immaterial, both there and gone.

I wish I knew beyond the boundaries of the mortal flesh,

far beyond the stars that shine our moon and our nights.

Up there, where the struggles of mortals and eternity don’t mesh,

where the solace of existence cares not for wrong or right.

Seeking Glory in the wrong places

You are born to die,

in this, there’s nothing to deny.

Your life is too fleeting and filling

to ever wait for fortunes yet to be changing.

Your scope of vision be too small

to see the minutiae masquerading around

and you’ll rise and fall

well before you’re returned to the ground.


You cannot spend your days chasing the calls

of greatness and glory found in great halls.

You can’t be grand if glory wasn’t your destiny,

or force your hand on another’s journey.

Let you be you, and history be the judge

of joys and sorrows we ought to begrudge.

Narrow your vision, fill yourself with purpose

and let the world decide what is worse.


For far longer after your passing,

will your feats really be getting them talking?

Does your glory really make you that greater

in the scope of the world’s wider matters?

Nations crumble, institutions bound to fall

and their wake leaves little but rubble.

In the impermanence of it all,

how would you choose to stand tall?


Would you choose to chase elusive glory,

the gluttenous, yet ugly seed of memory?

Or would you strive in honesty to be the better being

and let others praise the inner greatness you bring?

It is not our place to pick and choose

the kind of life we’re still fated to loose.

Yet, to let ourselves live small and well

is to lead others to the model tale we still tell.

Feed Love, not Fear (Part Two – Poem)

Which wolf are you feeding?

When the dust settles, and the

flesh on your bones fades away,

what will they say about you?

The marginalized, persecuted,

diminished and discriminated?

That you were little more than

feared, hated, and resented?

If you continue to fear the other,

the prosperity they are promised to bring,

claiming to be defending your rights

in the fight against so called “oppressive culture”,

washing and vanishing of majority mastery,

and yet, you act as both oppressor and aggressor

towards the rights of the feared other,

than tell me, what do you become?

Let the truth of your deeds, the shame

of your essence be told,

your name forever forgotten

and shamed on after your passing.


Feed love, not the fear of the foreign

that hasn’t been proven to be a threat.

Find knowledge, not ignorance

in the face of these avatars of alterity.

You cannot claim rationality without

the facts that found the basis of reason,

without hearing their first-hand account

or having lived in the other being’s shoes.

You need to understand where they’ve gone,

what it is they’ve done to find the promise

of salvation, through the promised land

of a nation fit and free for all.

Your hate and suspicion creates the situation

radicalising the margins that bordered

the fringes of our social nation

leading to the continuation of your fixations –

thus, feeding the cycle of endless superstitions

about one another’s guiding motivations.

Hate goes both ways, and what the dominant

group reiterates, the other reciprocates.


So tell me: which wolf are you feeding?

When the dust settles, and the

flesh on your bones fades away,

what will they say about you?

Will you fight for love, for the dream

of an honest and open human nation,

or propagate the doom of the

unending cycle of hate?

Feed love, not Fear (Part One – Prelude)

Take a stand for what’s right, not as a person being fed fearful non-morals, but as a caring individual able to distinguish between wrong and right.

Before you read the poem, there’s something I need to get off my chest. I’m getting so sick of seeing despicable people show up on the news for all the wrong reasons. After hearing about yet another public figure being harassed by an ignorant, unfiltered alt-righter, I hope this message passes on to others so that we can work to end the destructive cycle of fear and hatred. I’m not of a religious minority (such as muslim) myself, nor am I a member of any other visible or unvisible minority, but I have a moral obligation as a thinking individual and a liberal to stand up for these and others who are persecuted by a “majority” that claims to be itself persecuted.

There’s no common sense in hate, no rationality to be found in despising another human being. 

Hatred is commonplace around the world but especially in North America, where there are long histories of oppression resulting from fear.

Under the religious lens, people are running amok because they’re terrified of Muslim Sharia Law being applied in western nations and anything foreign enough that makes them fear for their rights as free individuals. Don’t you think there are Muslims and members of many other religious groups fleeing similar persecution in their homelands? If you’re one of these people running amok and afraid of all that believes and behaves differently than you, NEWSFLASH: every religion, every culture on Earth is guilty of the same thing. Every majority has imposed it’s faiths and beliefs on natives and minorities all across the globe for centuries. 

But this doesn’t end at religion – it’s just general fear and disdain for anything that is different. Skin color, nationality, chosen gender, sexual orientation, you name it. People are being singled out and discriminated against because they are different than what the code of tradition says is normal. It’s seems counter-intuitive, but certain political orientations of individuals (that should somehow believe in individual prosperity, free from collective control and freedoms of faith and existence) are the collectives ironically continuing to impose their will on others. Bless me for thinking this was the age of individuality, where each person’s positive contributions can make a difference in the strength of the collective and the differences they bring to the table are valued. Apparently, we’re still in the times of petty tribalism. 

I’m also sure you’ve heard this sentence before: “Go back to your country!” For most people, regardless of faith or skin color, any applicable modern western country is “their country”. I’ve got friends from different minority groups who are excellent, upstanding citizens of the law, born in the same country that I was, and are so more often upstanding than the underreported citizens of said majority who tend themselves to commit violent acts and behaviours in the name of their faith or racial purity. Everyone has a right to live, yet some people apparently believe this applies more to them than others.

We’ve all heard the warning signs but we keep repeating the same mistakes. You know what they say about those who ignore history…

Please, just make it stop. You’re making me sick. This is not how the world should be run. You can’t expect to go around scaring everybody with something that likely won’t happen, threatening to take away people’s rights just to reassert your dominance, and ensure the world runs according to the way you see fit. Can’t we all just get along, regardless of our differences? Isn’t one of the main tenents of our socialization, be it religious or otherwise, to treat people as we would want them to treat us – with care, love and respect?

Do me a favour, all you who are fearful – go out and talk to those who are different than yourself, and do so without judgement. Learn their story, whether it’s about their faith, skin color, gender orientation or inner love, and come to an informed decision as to how these people really are. Sure, there are bad eggs in certain groups, but they’re a tiny fraction that should be given no heed and should not reflect the entire group. Is that honestly what you’d want them to think of you? And most important of all: do you really want to live in fear your whole life? Don’t let fear cloud your judgement.

Let me say again what I said at the start: There’s no common sense in hate, no rationality to be found in despising another human being. Hate and bigotry are not cool. It’s time to stop acting like children and, as a collective humanity, act as adults. It’s time to grow up. I seriously question your right to profess a higher morality than me if you’re complaning about your freedom of speech being taken away from you. Your freedom of speech has limits, especially when it’s hateful, and infringes on the rights of other people to speak or to live too. 

For those of you being persecuted in your homeland and in your new home, for those of you who are persecuted in your rightful lands, for those discriminated due to their faith, gender, and inner love, you have a home here. You have a home anywhere, and with anyone who sees you as I do. But most importantly, you have a home with me. 

Be the positive change you want to see reflected in the world around you


(I’m aware I may have veered off topic a little there, but I hope my point is crystal-clear. I will be following this post with my poem.)

Feeding the Fiction

Absent-minded are the beings

fed with false news and forced advertisement,

always living in a manner consistent to confinement,

who yet believe they’re destined for greater things.

Foolish are those who call their fellows blind,

yet surrender fully to falsehoods and follies of fiction,

who ignore social foundations at the core of cohesion,

and make claims that threaten the fabric of our kind.

They are feeding the closed loop of their fictions,

never to see the wisdom without, through well-known fact.

These are moral-less beings with little love or tact,

forever forgotten in the enclosure of their vision.

Nothing but darkness and despair come from their ambition

to return the world to restrictions of  lesser thinkers.

These people created the world they yet fight and anger

and now they sit in rebellion against the fiction they were feeding.

Hypocrisy of a stagnant society

Another poem based on current news. Take action – don’t just give statements. Politics is an engagement and an active process lived by all – not just words you speak or listen to through a medium.

It sounds so convenient a solution

for comedians in late night shows and the like,

the major media outlets and corporate chiefs

to come out with a statement defending diversity.

All of these white people making a stand

against other white people fearing the diversity brand.

The feeling lingers that these words alone

make a statement loud enough to withstand all.

And yet, they don’t. Diversity’s a flame

fanned out too soon to the tune of white comfort.

It’s an unwritten code in the genes of society

that feeds the marginalized just enough

to make them content, through the short-spanned eyes

of the mainstream that then moves on too quickly.

Still, the problems remain, and nothing changes –

the world’s culture still sings praises solely of the white.

This is the hypocrisy of a stagnant society

so steady with statements, but lazy on the work.

Challenge this discomfort that grips the genes

and put more diversity on our TV screens.

Sicken these sick fringe groups until they give in,

push them to the ledge until there’s nothing left.

Show them we won’t go back to eras of darkness

and that we will fight to maintain this better way of life.

There is more to the world than the colour of our skins,

the kind of love in our hearts or the gender we live.

The world is more than the steady european diet,

forcibly feeding false standards in our minds

since the hollow era of the medieval times

when christian white mattered more than all the world combined.

Make them sick, make them accept the world,

as we won’t accept a return to dark times.

Progress moves forward, not in rewind,

and not in a circle of holocaust and war crimes.

Put your money where your mouth is

and make the investment for human culture.

All cultures form the fabric of common fables,

and reflect the aspirations renewed in all our generations.

We need a manifesto, not a simple statement,

where NO HATRED is not only said, but shown.

Give me your multi-colored casts, your LGBTQ anchors,

give status natives equal status, and leave none behind.

Stagnant societies don’t survive growing divides

that widen, and gobble fundamental foundations.

One’s essence does not make them the lesser,

only the masses misguided, and conditions carried over

force people to continue living as before, in perpetual disaster

fearing the other, when they should embrace one another.

Speak all you want, but if your words lead to nothing being done,

then you’re no better through inaction than the servants of our night.