Sunday, March 17, 2024

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





Saturday, March 16, 2024

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 







 








Sunday, March 10, 2024

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 piƱatas
they really can't see

Futility is the recurring theme
for we would be revolutionaries
forever fighting windmills




Sunday, March 3, 2024

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













Saturday, March 2, 2024

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





Sunday, February 25, 2024

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








Saturday, February 24, 2024

Piculations

 

Click on the pic that seems absurd..

So what if truth has been blurred?

As long as it supports our narrow narrative..

All is fair in hate and comedy..

Biting satire..

Bloody parody..

I take zero responsibility..

Caveat emptor..

So spare me your righteous
holier than thou indignation
directed in my direction..

I am the spreader of fresh perceptions..

I am a bullet proof messenger..

I am the reposter joker..

And you are my foil..

Reeking of hypocrisy..

Who likely will repost this outrage too..

Anonymously as cowards always do







Definitely Tripping

 

Our trip stalls
as it so often does
at the fork in the road
where decisions need be made
that should not be delayed
but of course they always are
cause of our analysis paralysis..

Where there is no direction
drift becomes inevitable..

Our crash was predestined
by the self generated forces
of information saturation 
that weighed our analytic asses down..

Leaving us at the mercy
of non judgmental gravity
that really should be
the only compass we need











Sunday, February 18, 2024

End All

 

Tears have all been expended..
Now the end game commences..
A paralysis of suffocating sadness..
Unless..
I stop blaming myself..
Make peace with my fate and keep to the premise that I will not weep in this haunted place
anymore




Point Driven

 

Precision in language
is the mission.. 

Clarity of intent
improves communication content..

Direct delivery to the point
is the straight line objective.. 

Free from the applied tyranny
of loose misinterpretation..

We have the power to conquer
all these needless confusions
that drive many a conflict situation
only if we have the courage
to firmly stand behind what we say 
bravely without fear
of petty consequence




Saturday, February 17, 2024

Smile Tripping

 

So many twists and turns
we faced on this life trip
with many bumps along the way...

Venturing forth without a map
way before modern GPS days..

Feeling our way through as best we could
using the best guess scenarios not always so good..

But not every move in these forks in the road
were choices we would later regret..

Somehow, someway we ended up on the same path...

At the right time, at the right place..

Call it luck, label it fate..

In the end who gives a shit
how you wound up getting there..

Happiness is all about the trip...

Our grand plans just go along for the ride..

For in the end the destination works itself out..






Dark Noise

 

All this pulsating fury
and blasting bits
of shared 
orchestrated outrage
over the great nothings
that passes for crisis
these contentious days..

Saturated with absurdity..

Shredded by anxieties..

These are the shrill people
who dominate current conversation
with their sheer noise volume
and total lack of social consciousness ..

Fret not these thoughtless opinions
for they by there very nature
are bitter transient ghosts
blasting words like flame throwers  
onto a gasoline drenched canvas...

Now just spent black smoke
drifting away
with the indifferent breeze of history







Sunday, February 11, 2024

Picture This

 

Get the shot
before the moment leaves.. 

Post it as proof positive
into the cybersphere
that we were there
and that we matter
in the grand scheme..

As passive spectators
we are not allowed
by posting laws unwritten
to ever do participation 
lest we too get stained
by the tragedies of history
and risk losing the objectivity
of gawking silent voyeurs 
intent more with perfect focus
than any sense
of personal involvement  




Turning Wheel

 

All these regulations and rules
you once owned
and brandished like a sword
of shameless hypocrisy
have turned against you..

Now losing control..

Arrogance corrodes the soul
as you whine like a child
about the unfairness
of your creation
now being inflicted
on your indignant
soon to be incarcerated ass




Sunday, February 4, 2024

Dino Droppings

 

Just another glitch
in the machinery
Tech Central decrees
is too expensive to be fixed...

For now
we gotta do the workaround
to bypass the defect
in our ancient process
that will not be upgraded
til the last of us dinosaurs 
is gone
along with our deleted memories..





Chewed Eraser

 

The older I get
the less I digress
myself to amend
previous proclamations..

It's not that I misspeak any less
or am now a master of language precision..

I simply grew weary of self revisions
and found acceptance
that seriously flawed me
ain't ever gonna achieve perfection




Saturday, February 3, 2024

Glitter Stick

 

Once upon a time
fully committed was I
to the concept of rhyme
and iambic pentameter
because I worshipped
at the literary altar
of form over substance..

The opiate of texture..

Tactile word allure..

Mere glitter on a stick..

Easily shaken off
by the harsh winds
of what passes for truth
these unrelenting days





Crash and Yearn

 

My true love became
a password once saved
but now tragically forgotten
when our support system crashed..

Lost in the pit of self darkness
by the opiate of rote convenience..

This is what happens
when you take the heart for granted
and don't do your due diligence
to keep the precious flame safe
from unforeseen circumstance




Sunday, January 28, 2024

Revenge of the Abused Pussy

 

We truly live 
in a FUCKED UP society
where our she's
can't walk down the street
alone at night
or in the day for that matter
without looking over their shoulders
for some monstrous creep
who feels entitled
to grab them by their pussy's
or other bodily parts
just because they can..

Our mothers, daughters, sisters
by jungle necessity
gotta always proceed cautiously
and more often than not
endure locker room boys
clumsy groping grabs silently
in deference to the tyranny
of the entitled patriarchy
which traditionally
in matters of he/said she/said controversies
pees down on the teasing sluts
for dressing too provocatively..

Now that rape and sexual assault
have been stirred into the cauldron
of modern combat politics
as yet another lame rationalization
to counter the long overdue Me Too accusations
girls today may be better served
exercising their 2nd Amendment
God given rights
to defend against predators
when these cavemen feel the primal urge
to get overly physically affectionate..

At the very least they'll get the cave man's attention 
as well as their post carnage bullet slicing castration
thoughts and prayers 





Wise Ass Knight

 

Far too many times

I've been victimized

by the harsh process of elimination.. 


My defense mechanism

is to go inner numb..


Wear the cloak of apathy

spiked with sarcasm..


This liberating indifference

shields me from shame

and the accompanying

feelings of life inadequacy 




Saturday, January 27, 2024

Over the Wall

 

Once you have gone past

the point of no return

you may as well speed up... 


Lose all forward resistance

reservations

cause commitment

demands personal acceleration

and lack of reservation

about the fast approaching 

walls of consequence 





Non Rhetorical

 

What's wrong with me? 


A multiple choice question definitely..


One of those desperate

self indulgent queries

that defects like me 

always seem to ask..


Maybe we're just deep sea fishing

for some sort of life validation

that behind this smoke screen

we're really OK..


So the next time

I post this inquiry

please feel free to lie..


The life you save may very well be mine 





Monday, January 22, 2024

Edge Busters

 

Every contradiction
we struggle with daily
is tinged with irony
but if we manage to see
the full landscape view
our future begins to make
big picture sense
sans distractions of proximity

It's these snarling beasts existing
on the margins of the periphery
in the shadows of anonymity
who feed on our ignorance
and end up wrecking us




Sunday, January 21, 2024

Down Bound Train

 

Waiting patiently on cathedral steps
for the impending Apocalypse...

True believers commiserate
about their glorious afterlife plans
post Rapture
after a pissed off Lord
dispenses man's fiery fate...

Airlifting out only true believers
from the pit of the damned
which will be quite the packed place
filled with pissed off sinners
and very shocked atheists 




Worst in Show

 

I took the contrarian position
when our self pity party
devolved into a boo hoo competition..

Rather than playing can you top this
in the side by side
my life stinks worse than yours comparison test
I chose the more noble option
of counting my blessings
[meager as they may seem]
and think of those truly less fortunate instead




Saturday, January 20, 2024

Thought Break

 

Windows of opportunity
close with hyper speed
much like everything else
these microwave days...

Somber reflection time
has been accelerated
and crammed
into the blurred out sections 
afforded knee jerk reactions
compounding the frustrations
of modern fractured communications...

The tyranny of swift processing
makes us long
for a little buffering interlude
which allows us the chance
to catch our collective breath