You’re the type,
You’re the hype.
Yet, you miss something,
There’s a hole in your soul.
It hurt so much, it’s making you dull.
This is what you really want.
Jaskiers
Cold Beach, Warm Mountain (short poetry)
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This world is ultra violence (It’s personal)
Nothing new in the title of this article.
The world is ultra-violent.
And the more I think about it, the more I think that’s society is violent because it profits, financially, to the extra-rich.
« They’re busy fighting each others for crumbs, they don’t have time for fighting us. »
Our entertainment, musics, tv shows/News, movies, the internet, is fueled by blood. So we get depressed, low-key violent, and when a white guy in a suit and tie ask us to vote for him so this hell will stop, what do we do? We vote! And nothing really change culture wise, deep down, the mainstream culture have been infiltrated by violence. You need to dig out, by your owns, the artist who would show you, sing, write about something else than bloody murders, violence and sex.
And we’re so tired of all this hell affecting our brains that we just say « That’s how the world works. Can’t feel sorry for everyone if you want to live ».
As you’re reading those lines, there’s a famine going on in Ethiopia, we’re speaking about 22 million peoples, women, children and men of all ages dying of hunger. No doubt that this touch you, but you’ll move on with your life because there’s a certain violence in you own life that you have to deal with. Therefore, we all alone, fighting not with others for others, but for ourselves.
We, humans, have the unbelievable capacity to adapt to every situation. Today, we live in a ultra-violence one. The Corona brings some good things for humanity, solidarity for the essentials worker and medical staff. Today, as the virus seems to have lose it’s grip, we have forgotten about the essentials workers and the nurses and doctors on the frontlines. Hell, even our politicians, in France at least, seems to have forgotten all theirs promises. Nothing new there either.
In all that violence, we’ve learned that CEO earned and pocketed billions in theirs pockets while their worker didn’t saw a single penny added to their paycheck.
If we were mentally well, fit, first of all, the ultra-rich wouldn’t have taken this money in their pocket in the first place. But they did, if we weren’t mentally exhausted by the ultra-violence that occupy our consciousness and unconsciousness, those rich folks wouldn’t act like they do right now.
Just look at the 2008 financial crisis. Who paid for the trader’s greed ? You. The banks took your hard earned money to save themselves. They don’t care about you on a human level, you’re only a statistic, you are « how much money you earn ».
Money is becoming more and more digital. Credit card will soon become the only method of payment, therefore, the bank and their associates will have an eye on everything you’re buying. Along with tracking were, when, and how much.
Soon, the Chinese social credit will make it’s way in our democracy. It’s already starting with the carbon footprint. Carbon footprint is a term created by the biggest corporations to reject the responsibility of pollution and global warming to the individuals instead of them. Big corporations are responsible for more than 70% of emissions of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. Global warming is caused mainly by those big corporations, but somehow, it is our fault…
But no, you are the problem. And you accept it because you’re tired and dazed.
The change could come, with real democracy, but we only vote a couple of time in a four or five years span. And we are ok with that apparently.
Shut up and work, obey, pay for the rich, die.
Jaskiers
An Ode To A Fast Car (Tracy Chapman Inspired Text.)
I was just a boy before I’ve met you.
I remember our first day as lover. In you flat, with your friend, I often felt out of place many times in my life but you made me fell welcome. This wasn’t easy for me to spend the day with you, at first I thought it would be. I was wrong, simply wrong. There is thing in life that doesn’t need explaining, like that feeling I had with you. If I could describe it, I would say that your love was my home. I haven’t had to force myself into playing a role, I was just myself. In fact, a better self, you had this effect on me, the only thing in the world that cured me from my mental illness, my demons, my fears, my sins. No need of pills or chemical treatment with you… well no, in fact, love do a weird chemical thing in our brain, that lead to happiness.
So there I was, with you and your friends, that were about to leave and all I could think about, is the night, our first night we would spend together. I was anxious for the night, but also looking forward to seeing another side of your love. I hoped I would enough for you.
We both talked about living with each other, so early in a relationship. The wise men say « fools rush in » and we were fools, but full of hope and of love.
That first day, we managed to visit some flat to live together. We hadn’t had much money, being together under a roof was already luxury for us.
Remember, that dusty old flat that we visited. With those creepy neighbors, telling us about how awful it was to leave there. We knew we wouldn’t leave there, but that feeling of a maybe, a future, together was so strong that we visited another flat. Same as before, we couldn’t say it was a roof that we would have above our head.
Then, a friend of yours wanted to see you, you and your new boyfriend. I was fine with it, as long as I was with you.
She started looking for trouble in the thrift shop we were in and we decided to leave her alone, in her mess.
We ran like fools, you with your high heels, your arm tucked under mine. I let you decide our escape route, we couldn’t stop laughing at the simple thought of your friend finding out we left her alone, with a pissed off shopkeeper.
And then, two straits dogs came toward us. They just looked at us and ran away. It was a sign to me, you, a dog, a home and that all I needed.
How could have we thought life would have kept us together? Happiness, some say, come at a cost. What do we had to pay?
I was in the light with you, I was ready to get up, no, better, rise up for you.
How could have I known that the car would not stop? How could I have known that somehow, this random car would take you away from me forever?
How can I live with your scream of agony, for mercy, for help, forever roaming in my mind?
I don’t thing about retaliation nor justice.
My soul wanders in the dark now, until we meet again.
Sorry wouldn’t be a word that you would have like for me to say to you.
I will hold on to your memory, your love, your light that I will search all my life.
Never, ever, I’m sure, I will meet someone like you.
But I know, deep down or high up, there is a place waiting for us both, and not a miserable flat.
We could call it heaven, if being with you is what’s waiting for me at the end of my road.
Jaskiers
Jaskiers 
