Power

A reciprocidade é um defeito democrático – é que dar e receber estão numa relação desiquilibrada de causalidade – onde o sujeito do poder afeta o conceito de dar e distorce a definição de receber. Só quem dá sabe.

. MONSTRUKTOR

February 14, 2019

Acusam-me de demasiado: demasiado intenso, sério, perfeccionista, competente, interessado, demasiado… enfim. Sou assim um… anjo negro da morte da mediocridade, e como tal, fatalista, exterminador de baixas expetativas e afins, até ao fim.

the MONSTRUKTOR

November 1, 2018

Acusam-me de demasiado: demasiado intenso, sério, perfeccionista, competente, interessado, demasiado… enfim. Sou assim um… anjo negro da morte da mediocridade, e como tal, fatalista, exterminador de baixas expetativas e afins, até ao fim.

the MONSTRUKTOR

November 1, 2018

Power is an invention of the weak to provide a definitive answer to the lack of vision, virtue and destruction. Only when you are capable of control and apply such forces, you can implement the tyranny of truth while detracting mediocrity from the lair of procrastination it rules from. Impetuosity is another great asset discernible from the fact that anyone could (if they knew what their are not capable at all) help with the specific definition of power, empowerment and the correct application of leadership. In this awareness of positioning I deposit in others a true horizontal axis of specific detentions, being myself vertically recognised as a bearing to where many may roam, even I. In any dimension, considerations of vertical and horizontal axioms can be choosen, depending only of where you see the top or the bottom of the food chain.

#monstruktor #power #acknowledgment (at Porto, Portugal)

May 29, 2018

Pacto

Vivo num despudor de aceitação, mas nem de acordo com a mentira que vive dentro dos outros! Só, porque me deixo usar pela bondade e gratidão que emano, a que só, eu dou.

A retribuição não existe. Essa forma plena de obrigado é uma miragem concreta na cabeça de quem a profere, mas em mim… nem a sinto. Essa mentira contada a eles próprios aflige-me, pois de alguma forma pactuei com esta falta de carácter ao longo destes anos. Devia ter sido ainda mais direto, menos respeitador dessa demência que incapacita, mais eu – assertivo e inconvenientemente carrasco da falta de verdade – até porque, no final, quem sente a deficiência, sou eu.

Agora, que mostro da minha forma adulta o que não posso aceitar por cada um que me rodeia, sou um tirano. Sou desmedido e exagerado, demasiado intenso, demasiado sério. Pedem-me que mude, me mude. Que altere a forma rigorosa e assertiva de ser notável. Ser, rigoroso, exigente, disciplinado. Sagaz.

Quando posso ser visionário, sou finalmente eu. Livre, para criar dentro de todas as regras, sistemas e normas que alimentam a visão de excelência e notabilidade de onde nasci. Visualizo-me, e a eles, e nesse duplo reflexo ajo como o espelho da verdade. Assim vêem-se momentaneamente, miram-se incapazes. As pernas tremem da verdade incontornável, pública, despudorada, essa sim, algo em que aceito viver. São mesquinhos, mentem por pouco, até aceitam o roubo de uma carica por ser só isso, uma carica. São indecentes comigo, mas primeiro com eles. Escolhas.

Neste claro momento de mim, só, porque ninguém me acompanha, devo assumir essa solidão? Só, porque os carrego comigo, vou resignar-me a ser um ser, só? Só porque eles não são capazes eu tenho de abrandar? Há quem diga que temos que ajudar o próximo, há quem clame que nós somos o primeiro momento de ajuda aos outros, eu afirmo que me prefiro, só.

Vou continuar, mais adentro. Ninguém que eu conheço tem a capacidade de me ignorar, de ser indiferente ou que eu o seja a si. Sou marcante pela minha excentricidade humilde; pela minha intensidade que humedece os olhos aos amigos e as pernas ás que me cobiçam. Deixo sempre uma marca, sem cicatriz visível, mas com o tempo, transforma-se numa marca destruidora de normalidades. 

Sou só, este monstro humano, tirano, que é tão dócil como os poucos que me conseguiram afagar.

February 1, 2018

Pacto

Vivo num despudor de aceitação, mas nem de acordo com a mentira que vive dentro dos outros! Só, porque me deixo usar pela bondade e gratidão que emano, a que só, eu dou.

A retribuição não existe. Essa forma plena de obrigado é uma miragem concreta na cabeça de quem a profere, mas em mim… nem a sinto. Essa mentira contada a eles próprios aflige-me, pois de alguma forma pactuei com esta falta de carácter ao longo destes anos. Devia ter sido ainda mais direto, menos respeitador dessa demência que incapacita, mais eu – assertivo e inconvenientemente carrasco da falta de verdade – até porque, no final, quem sente a deficiência, sou eu.

Agora, que mostro da minha forma adulta o que não posso aceitar por cada um que me rodeia, sou um tirano. Sou desmedido e exagerado, demasiado intenso, demasiado sério. Pedem-me que mude, me mude. Que altere a forma rigorosa e assertiva de ser notável. Ser, rigoroso, exigente, disciplinado. Sagaz.

Quando posso ser visionário, sou finalmente eu. Livre, para criar dentro de todas as regras, sistemas e normas que alimentam a visão de excelência e notabilidade de onde nasci. Visualizo-me, e a eles, e nesse duplo reflexo ajo como o espelho da verdade. Assim vêem-se momentaneamente, miram-se incapazes. As pernas tremem da verdade incontornável, pública, despudorada, essa sim, algo em que aceito viver. São mesquinhos, mentem por pouco, até aceitam o roubo de uma carica por ser só isso, uma carica. São indecentes comigo, mas primeiro com eles. Escolhas.

Neste claro momento de mim, só, porque ninguém me acompanha, devo assumir essa solidão? Só, porque os carrego comigo, vou resignar-me a ser um ser, só? Só porque eles não são capazes eu tenho de abrandar? Há quem diga que temos que ajudar o próximo, há quem clame que nós somos o primeiro momento de ajuda aos outros, eu afirmo que me prefiro, só.

Vou continuar, mais adentro. Ninguém que eu conheço tem a capacidade de me ignorar, de ser indiferente ou que eu o seja a si. Sou marcante pela minha excentricidade humilde; pela minha intensidade que humedece os olhos aos amigos e as pernas ás que me cobiçam. Deixo sempre uma marca, sem cicatriz visível, mas com o tempo, transforma-se numa marca destruidora de normalidades. 

Sou só, este monstro humano, tirano, que é tão dócil como os poucos que me conseguiram afagar.

February 1, 2018

Ainda não fiz o suficiente para mim, por mim; através de quem sigo as vontades da humildade, humilhada na base que entorpece pela falta de alma; gosto de ser mais do que só o homem que vê, miro e deixo ver, mostro; sodomia, estupro, inegável vítima da minha própria força; preso pelo pouco dos outros, pelo ócio que me condeno.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 20, 2018

Ainda não fiz o suficiente para mim, por mim; através de quem sigo as vontades da humildade, humilhada na base que entorpece pela falta de alma; gosto de ser mais do que só o homem que vê, miro e deixo ver, mostro; sodomia, estupro, inegável vítima da minha própria força; preso pelo pouco dos outros, pelo ócio que me condeno.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 20, 2018

The sound notion of a sane me, gives you the ability to identify the smartest one. Now, I aim at power.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 3, 2018

When I want something to happen I have to make it happen, done my way.

the MONSTRUKTOR

December 1, 2017

Imposing offensive defence by detail.

the MONSTRUKTOR

October 22, 2017

Imposing offensive defence by detail.

the MONSTRUKTOR

October 22, 2017

What any other man do, get onto it and change the rules.

the MONSTRUKTOR

October 13, 2017

Growth happens at the proportional pace of enlightenment, while self inflation is a measure of influence of the surroundings. This is best when related to the ability to be at peace with my own worth. And I’m worth a lot. She is bigger and already imposing, at the comfortable distance, her affection of power and dominant position… I wonder when she will see it as clearly as I have since the moment I smelled her.

the MONSTRUKTOR

September 13, 2017

Distribution of power, way more powerful than having it as a title.

It’s almost redundant, having and distributing, but seen as powerful as possible and noticeable to the seekers.

the MONSTRUKTOR

June 12, 2017

My unitary answer of omen proportions will reveal binary else as a pure excision of death related waste of time and space.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 6, 2017

New week. Bad start. Great finish.

New week, closing on the sedentary expectations of a different past. Unbalanced by being the enabler of the committed self and the assurance a better, new, me. New hopes on amplitude, strength, versatility, flexibility, focus, enhancement… This unforgiving scenario is nothing but the dwell of reality and fiction being sarcastically traverse.

The bad start was true the night before. A different type of insomnia, calm, resistive and unforgiving. A clear night of no sleep. A presage of exception in this new reality, filled with activity and bonheur, where this state is no longer welcomed. Yet, it was. A different night. A calm night. A tiring night.

Morning came and the hangover, the tiredness, the lack of enthusiasm was overwhelmed by the commitment of a better life. Enough said.

Gym it was. Rough start gave way to a crescendo of will, power, discovery, limits. The end was not the expected beginning.

I have overcome defeat and contradiction with pure will power and commitment with truth. After all, everything I live by.

October 24, 2016

Out on my own,
Living time as time can be found,
Loving, as nothing,
living,
falling into time, itself.
Believing in what I see, ahead.

Hard times are made of scars,
marks of me are deep around.
Taking space.
Healing a ground,
Never fake.
Being sound.
Someday I’ll not be awake.
Anymore…

This is when,
I search for more,
and you can get to see,
deep inside of you. Not me.

Stop believing the mirror,
while you search for the truth in light,
the same it’s absent from the shadows,
that makes everybody so bright.
Don’t neglect that I,
the carrier of a different sound,
can portray the entanglement of the fray,
In every single way,
until you dim your own light.

I am a wonderer of me and you,
I am a pilgrim of light,
still I live in the shadow,
for my shadow is so powerful,
it can only balance itself so bright.

October 2, 2016

Renewed mental strength translates into a physical meditation. Assertive in the end result I take credit for the accomplishments (overcoming procrastination) I can provide myself.

A small hesitation, almost defiant, lost place in the shadows of another time, took its place in the oblivion of degenerated beings of the past.

I am the master of my time, will, place and strength.

This taste of (self) (em) power(ing) is narcotically addictive.

September 7, 2016

Only a simple man can foresee the destruction of deformative residual elements as a theory of domination and power gathering.

the MONSTRUKTOR

April 27, 2016

Older, darker, aware. Without enemies but with a legion of silent allies.

the MONSTRUKTOR

March 26, 2016

Without a word, without an action, branding connections by simple existence.

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 25, 2016

What I do everyday is simply my way to communicate with the world. Yes, you!

The importance you had in my life was such that even today, when i’m creating, from thought, i know you are present. So present that I still feel the scars you gave me and left me alone to cure. I feel them as rock rolling while gorging me through the throat of a beast engulfing yet another talented rebel. I feel it!

From the early moments our paths have crossed, i sensed we could have a wonderful time together. Me, glazed with you. You, expecting nothing more than another ambitious boy you knew would fail. I don’t remember the common feeling of that time about ourselves but i know i still admire you for your tenacity and belief in the species you are curating. 

I kept my faith as a man, in this consecutive and symbiotic relation we have accomplished together all this years, but… I’m very sorry, very very and deeply sorry, dear world but this isn’t working for me anymore. I will continue, alone, ascending to the material oblivion of us all, forcing you to tell my story. This will be the regret you will have from me. The only one.

This is not a defeat, a token of my own demise or even a give up shoulder movement of some sort. This is a notice, a letter of self construction and evolution. This is me using you to my own egoselfishpower of expression and creation. This is me saying you don’t have what i need to be with me and be a part of this transcendent path of awareness and enlightenment. Sorry, but you don’t…

I will continue my presence as flesh until i have recycled myself through the elements, as a rite of kindness and share to the ones who i love unconditionally. They deserve it. I will keep them close as particles of me. Inside. Protected with these words of me and you. They know because I have told them.

I know this is hard, but i also know you will overcome this situation with a lot more experience and focus on protecting yourself from the illusions of control you though you could have on a sage. 

Thank you, It was good, but now its going to be even better.

When you change your mind you know where to find me, always!

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 6, 2016

Antimattering the most destructive substance known to men. Me.

the MONSTRUKTOR

October 29, 2015

When you are the sum of your skills you can become a precious tool.

When you critic your skills constructively you are a creative.

When you interpret your skills enough to flourish your mind with questions you are a skilled crafter.

When you do nothing and reality changes, I am the master.

the MONSTRUKTOR

September 20, 2015

I admire people who challenge me, they are brave enough to know where the limit is.

the MONSTRUKTOR

August 6, 2015

Magna teasing people around me with nothing more than a strong personality. 

This is the perfect assumption of arrogance and self awareness others love to refute. Mainly by fear, this provocative answer from the several unsolicited questions i proffer, sends shockwaves throughout the cords of each individual. This is a type of respect i accept, while there are no more that only a few that can provision glazed admirations of my dark charisma.

I know I can force others to my point of view but i tend to do it in a rather altruistic way of showing them a lot more about themselves. I can align the pieces of their puzzle in the direction of the true north, whatever I choose the bearing to be.

The tendency to magnetise people around me is innate and the direction is nothing short of dependent on my own ways.

But still, this is not enough and i must consider the possibility of a stronger magnetic pull. Despite the risks of blood and amputated limbs i have to flux the energy of success with my inner conviction and vision of leadership in a concrete directional ambition. My north.

I am aware that the power of my influence can detract others from their own choices and i know that some still deny that pull that is coming directly from me. I accept their innocence as the need i have to show the humanity i am trying to decode.

As a consequence i regret the isolation some experience by trying to see what i have to show.

the MONSTRUKTOR

May 2, 2015

I am a catalyst of whatever I want to build or even destroy.

the MONSTRUKTOR

April 25, 2015

In a fight between a man and a bull wins the smartest.

the MONSTRUKTOR

February 26, 2015

Perspective the woman body from above and you feel the urge, from below and you feel she’s your toy.

the MONSTRUKTOR

January 5, 2015

Decisive as a storm is time to tame the undecided.

the MONSTRUKTOR

December 31, 2014