Savvy Guilt

It is not the master craftsman,
But the deluded hypocrites,
Who instill guilt over  desire
To control the social fools.

Don’t be ashamed
Of universal needs,
Derived from nature.
Infinite wisdom
Makes you desire
What you see.
Without them,
We are single cogs,
Useless, unperturbed.

Sanctification of hermits:
That is how we are hooked
Into the cobweb of antiquity.
It traps us all in separation
Using different tricks:
Titles, norms, and nuances.
Only willpower and vision
Can wreck the ruse
And set us free,
Bringing us together.
That is our design;
Without it,
Harmony
Remains out of reach.

Just around the corner,
Not too far away
There could be
A little cottage,
A never-dying, smoking chimney,
The smell of fresh bread,
Birds singing
On the newly sprouted branch,
Manchego, a glass of Rioja, and
Twelve lucky grapes,
Tiles of blue, green, and brown,
A swirling fountain in the porch,
And you and I,
Two cogs,
Perfectly entwined,
Dancing flamenco
From dusk to dawn.
The blue moon
Feels so jealous
Of the never-seen,
Everlasting harmony.

Life is supposed to be easy.
What have we done wrong
To be so lost in other men’s games?

Rymos
26/06/2026
Granada, España

Culpa astuta