Busted Us

 

Post blunder event..

Time to assign fault..

That badge of dishonor..

Unholster the worn finger of blame

and point it general direction

of our favorite scapegoat collection..

Just another rote exercise 

of convenient alibis..

Cause deep down we know

the biggest enemy of us

is usually US.. 

OK...

Let's pretend

as a face saving

deflection gesture

it's really THEM

and broadcast their complicity

on all social media frequencies

but truth be told

past experience shows

most times

the foot that trips us up

is usually US..

Of this we are quite aware

as we stare up from the floor

where we've landed many times before..

Trying yet again

to hide from the embarrassment

of being the flawed human

all of US most certainly are

Post Game Show

 

In the bosom of pure blackness
that was conjured up last night
with ancient incantations
(that may have been Satanic)
we desperate Shadow People
summoned the Beast..

It would be our avenging savior

to do battle with the forces of change

that mocked us defenders of the old ways..

In our arrogance

we believed we could control the beast

or at least point it in the direction

of our rapidly advancing enemies..

Such the classic error of history

which should have taught us fools by now

that concentrated evil power

can not be easily moderated..

Scholars of the Theology
can debate if our monster creation

is indeed the anti Christ
or just a corrupted manifestation
destined to one day

turn out our collective lights..

Hell Bound

 

I've been to Hell and back
on more than one occasion.. 

The joint is really not that dire..

Sure tis hot as it's namesake
with all that brimstone and fire

roasting many of the inhabitants

to a toasty shade of burnt..

And it's overcrowded definitely
but there's great sinner camaraderie

in this atmosphere of esprit de corps 
as misery does indeed love company..

Next time

you really should come down with me..

Maybe stay for the season..

Savor the rush of pure freedom

in a non judgemental environment

where no one is ever turned away..

Ledge Musings

 

Go out on that ledge..

and take a strong stand..

Take your disillusioned toes

right to the edge of the abyss..

Harsh consequences be damned..

If you are going to take the big fall
may as well go down with your convictions..

I support this freedom of expression
and the radical statement conveyed..

Just please don't land on me
or you'll lose my undying support

Attention PLEASE

 

So much can be derived 
from our discerning eyes
if we concentrate on the obvious..

These visual cues we need to embrace

staring oblivious us right in the face..

Deciphering signals
transmitted by exposed

and repetitive 
body language displays
that convey true intent..

Suppressed feelings

gravitate toward outlets

that cry out to be seen

in bursts of revelation

to those paying attention..

Pep Talking

Just another fine mess
in the Book of Duress
we've crafted chapter and verse
one mistake at a time.. 

So let's cut our chafed uptight asses
some much needed slack..

Practice gaffe self forgiveness..

Treat every day as a learning experience..

Turn the tear drenched page
and proceed with a clean slate
to the next adventure

Make America Hate Again

 

Seriously..

Why in the 21st Century
here in the Land of the Free
must we still have to deal
with the idiocy of bigotry?

Why in this age of easy access information
is mass ignorance still even relevant?

Why must we suffer these intolerant fools
who insist on spreading this hateful bullshit?

Why can't we as a nation ever get past this?

While we were founded

on a mountain of hypocrisy

we at least pretended to have ideals..

Now it's all about scapegoat prejudices

inciting the fears of the gullible

courtesy of manipulative puppeteers..

Waiting on social evolution 

sure is an exercise in frustration

Wash and Rinse Rewind

 

Disciples of black and white
live to compartmentalize
and neatly slot all issues
into their narrow 

us versus them narrative...

The truth they do twist
with shameless daily bullshit
may have been diluted impure
but it still exists
and will be resurrected some day
by the cleansing force of destiny..

Those who chose to make the mess

to further their toxic agendas

are destined to be flushed away

though if the past teaches us anything

these sludge clogs of humanity

will return with a vengeance

to once again stain our history

 

Hit Me Chief

 

Medication time..

Get these sheep asses in line..

Herd the numbed masses

into their cubicles
for their daily pharmaceuticals
to keep them level set..

The sick irony of it all
is that
the keepers
of this madhouse
are crazier
than the committed inhabitants
trapped within

The Friendly Lover

 

Dating a princess way out of my league..

A real beauty and the beast tryst..

She's my latest vanity project
in a long string of conquests
that to the world makes zero sense
cause we ain't exactly a perfect match..

But here's the thing..

I know how to listen
and cut through the bullshit

when all a girl wants to do is talk..

or vent..

or confide in a friend

she trusts and respects..

Getting deep into the depths

of the muddled mess

churning in her head..

Where few of my gender dare go

cause we fear being trapped

in the dreaded friend zone abyss..

I have am not burdened by that fear

as my options are more limited

by this flawed face in the mirror..

So patient me let's time

and the natural progression

of human relationships

do the rest..

Physical barriers being no match

from the force of erosion

that wears down all resistance

in the end

Golden Ruler

 

They should teach
the golden rule in school 
every day
til it becomes rote
like multiplication tables
and gum stalactites under the desk.. 

Call it the Pledge of Respect
until hopefully
the daily lesson rolls into habit
and the kiddies
grow up to be decent adults

Past Prejudice

 

Let's have MY people
meet YOUR people
at the designated place
where we will interface
and formulate secret plans
against THEM
who have no people
of any consequence..

We entrenched natives

gotta unite
because if we don’t
those we fear
will succeed in eventually
becoming part
of us
and the purity
of our former ethnic exclusivity
will be forever lost..

Go Girl Majesty

 

Drink up my dear...

Let the booze melt those chains
of ancient sexual repressions
good girls are forced to wear..

Morning after
you came blame it all
on too much alcohol...

but there's really no need..

For it's only a walk of shame
if you choose to let it be..

I suggest you choose NOT to..

Don't allow people to judge you..

Cause their snide petty asides

are nothing but projected envy

toward those with the audacity

of savoring this all too brief life

Caress the Process

All the answers you seek
to riddles that confound
are contained somewhere
in the loose solution fragments
rattling around
and bouncing off the walls
of your muddled brain..

Take the time
to sort
and collate
these jumbled thought cells
in an orderly progression..

Then just connect the dots

and allow the clarity

now staring you in the face

to lead you through the darkness

of what was once ignorance

The Mystery of Faith

 

All of God's children

praying together

in splendid houses of worship..

Of course they also sin..

Many of them incessantly

which to me

is the height of hypocrisy

since so many love to preach

about the Lord's many requirements

So the unfaithful

sure can't use ignorance of the rules

as a fall back failure excuse..

So why the constant moral violations

that only serve to jeopardize

their potential heavenly reward?

This does give me reason to pause

if these pilgrims are truly all in

on the prospect of eternal salvation

which as I understand it

is sort of the end game objective

for pious true believers..

Makes me thank God

I'm a practicing agnostic..

Buffer Boy

 

So here I am..

Locked up again
with that mocking clock

keeping me company..

Spin freezing

my overloaded 

frozen ass..

Cause as always is the case
I try to do too damn much
too damn fast..

Only a desperate

refresh button option
can reset this busted equation
and bring about
much needed

time life restoration..

Just another band aid fix

slapped on the stubborn wound

that will never properly scar

on this poorly planned

overzealous man..

My Old Friend

 

Just another rest in peace moment
for an old friend..

Read about it on Facebook

from the thoughts and prayers comments
posted on an old pic
back when we were friends
before we too became old

and subject to the drifts of time..

Demise details sorely lacking
cause our friendship subscription expired..

We didn't even exchange

Christmas cards anymore..

Social media having squashed

such quaint traditions.. 

I wonder how my old friend died?

Was it quick and painless

or a long drawn out drip drip event?

Perhaps it was a to Hell with this life suicide?

My now dead old friend was dramatically inclined..  

Gotta get to the wake for all the morbid details

that I can share with my fellow curious ghouls

who won't bother to be there..

Gotta see all my other old friends

who do make the last respects trip..

Dressed in our best death threads
we'll reminisce on all the old stories
before we became walking corpses
now sharing our own shrinking timelines..

Who amongst us mourners 
we now barely know
will be the next to go?

Electronic Church bells toll

as yet another body gets laid to rest..

They do seem to ring louder than before 

which is weird cause my hearing 

has greatly faded over the years..

I guess mortality does play tricks

with the old senses

Fearless Cowards

 

If you've never felt
the sting of your mistakes
that slam impacted your friends
or suffered the consequences
of selfish misdeeds
then insensitive you is destined
to repeat these egregious offenses 
again and again...

This is a blessing

and a curse

(of course)...

The life of the oblivious cur

is a curious one indeed...

A cool bastard mix

of bravery and foolishness..

Destined to crash and burn

(of course)...

Cloud Cover

 

Fumbling my way through
this fog of creativity
without my literary devices
to keep me company.. 

Self doubt now rides with me..

Can there even be poetry
without sleight of hand trickery?

Stripped of all clever deceptions
there is no longer any protection
from the truths we avoid religiously..

And yet...

There is a sense

of orgasmic liberation

when we lower our shields

and let others in

to share what we feel..

At least temporarily

til suffocating judgements

cloud us in again

Moaners and Groaners

 

When we Boomers do convene
in our non tech sanctuaries
there's a general grumpy consensus
that the younger generation
are spoiled entitled brats
who lack proper appreciation
for the ancient ways
we rose colored gazers 

rolled with
in the good old days..

It's almost as seems
as if these petulant kids

can't wait 

for our bitter asses to die..

Then it will be their turn

to one day congregate

in their damn chat rooms

and rag on the faults

of the lazy good for nothing

future Generation Whatever

The Real Chosen Ones

 

While it’s an absolute truth
that all dogs go to heaven
tis also not a guess
that all cats go too...

While we sin based humans
are 50/50 at best...

What does that say about our species?

We're made in God's image my ass

Pop Goes the Deceivers

 

Secure within these bubble walls
where truth gets filtered in
the way we desire it be shaded
our view is always crystal clear..

This ain't the place for ambiguity..

No shades of gray found in here..

Cause those who question get vanished
lest they cloud our regurgitated narrative..

So much easier for us

not to be burdened with thought

comfy in the hammock

of opinion uniformity..

Though deep down we all know

our fortress of ignorance

has always been a flimsy illusion..

When the alternate reality bubble bursts

soaked to the bone we will be..

Such is the price of living a travesty

Nick and Nora

 

Let's get dressed up..

Let's go out and be seen..

Insert our faces in every pic..

Pretend we're a perfect couple
for all the social media voyeurs
sitting home in their sweats
wishing they were us..

Be the flashy objects of hate and envy..

Maybe we can even con ourselves
into believing we are happening..

Be part of the cool kid clique for once

Dumbing Down

 

Hatred clouds judgement...

Creating an irrational covenant
between facts and poisoned fiction
that diminish solid positions
and demolishes
what's left of our credibility
to such an extent
we become non serious
buffoonish cartoon characters...

Once we have devolved

to this level of pure ignorance

the dummies that we have become

will have achieved 

the proper gullible pliability

for full indoctrination

into a certain political cult

that rhymes with SAGA 

 

Quoxite Party

 

The movers and shakers..

Cigar chomping Earthquakers
live in the clouds they created..

Label them as you see fit..

Fat cat capitalist industrialists..

Fiendish lobbyists..

Deep State operatives..

They have always existed..

Robber Barons..

Lords of the Manor..

Those insidious shadow dwellers..

Owners of everything..

Taking more than they need

because they can..

Peeing down from on high

on the mud dwelling majority..

Simply because they can..

Philosopher poet agitators

can of course

demonize these ghosts

who roll anonymous..

At least in concept..

Swinging their flacid sticks

at steel piñatas

they really can't see

Futility is the recurring theme

for we would be revolutionaries

forever fighting windmills

Time Tyrants

 

To increase team productivity
our cloud dwelling overseers
brought in a renowned authority
on time management efficiency.. 

Thus commenced
the daily flogging sessions
to teach us slackers the lesson
that their sacred processes
had to be duly worshipped
at the expense of common sense..

Those thought sinners who strayed
outside the rigid boundaries laid
would be cast out
of bureaucracy Eden
and forced to wander

the unregulated wilderness
where all innovation resides

Empty Cans

 

Today I choose not to engage
in the communal festival

of shared cyber rage..

It's not that my anger has dissipated
or that this friction addiction

within has been satiated..

I just got hit by the realization
that constant conflict is a no win situation..

All this shit breeds is mutual resentment
and a major sense of inner emptiness

Don't Tug On My Blanket

 

All our useful rationalizations
we utilize to get through the day
may not always be truth
but they do become so ingrained
into the fabric of our souls
we make them fit into our reality
through sheer force of necessity..

So don't try to straighten me out
with your version of pliable facts

that may be your particular

comforting crutch du jour

that works very well for you

and your judgmental ways

Sobering Thoughts

 

Took a swig of something strong
cause it needed to be drunk
to get me out of my head for awhile

and fly above our daily muck..

Tricked my brain into having some fun..

A joyous condition oft frowned upon

by judgmental fools and moral hypocrites..

In my liberated inebriated condition
I blurted words without my usual hesitation

cause chemically emboldened me

no longer feared the monsters of recrimination..

Did things I never would have done

due to past indoctrination

under the guise of religious education..

How glorious it was to be free

even if only temporarily..

But of course the morning after came

accompanied by harsh repercussions

compounded by self induced shame..

Weakness rode in with my hung over state

as I now sought answers

for my perceived transgressions

Alcohol of course was there to blame

like a steady reliable fall guy..

Letting me hide behind the alibi

of personal inebriation..

Now that I'm back to my norm

of being a morally repressed

uptight white guy

I come attached with this disclaimer

when I binge and sin again

as is my decadent nature

Self Abuse Poetry

 

I know
this face I see
blankly reflecting back at me
has always been

an impossibility...

Not conducive exactly
to a sense of mental stability..

Maybe I really do need therapy
though I have learned
from years of crafting

insanely bad poetry
that perhaps this shitty self esteem

is a twisted kind of destiny
that was simply meant to be..

Gonna keep bludgeoning

these frickin inner demons

with a torrent of introspective

totally disconnected words..

No way

these sick bastards

can take

this rambling mess literally..

I sure as Hell don't