The Greatest Fool (Short Poem)

This one is about things I've seen that happen too frequently that I don't even know how to react.

The Greatest Fool

By Emanuel Vasconcelos

I cannot stand the smell of it.

The more I smell the more I hate.

Consuming them, I can't stand it!

Like the immigrant that settles,

One becomes accustomed by it.

Using imaginary ink

To write on the big white book.

They call me a fool 'cause I'm young,

They call me a fool 'cause I hate,

They call me a fool 'cause I'm "blind".

But then, who is the greatest fool?

The fool that hates what others call 'nature'?

The fools that named it so, in the first place?

Or the other fools who believe that to be true?

Everyone falls so easily,

I'm afraid I will be the next.

Maybe I am the greatest fool...

'cause I still raise my hopes and expect more.

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What was once written (Short Poem)

This one is for all the new years that have come:

What was once written

As a template that has drastically fallen

we impregnate our wishes and dreams to come.

Is not the first time, but we react as such.

We look for the reset button one more time,

we push it every year, only to find out...

...that its effect is never lasting, anyways.

The template slowly erases and fades away

to become a chaotic sheet of paper

unable to recognize or remember...

...what was once written, by who?, for what? and why?

The message is always to ride the dragon.

But the imposed goal is to drive the dragon.

We try to drive him with total and full control...

...but we end up being carried away by him.

Hoping to grow ourselves, before seeing the final sunset... once again.

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