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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Mules and Unicorns



Mules and Unicorns


These rainbows
we chase

yellow brick
roads pursued

junkie
dreamers
be we

never seeing

the light
transparency

not thinking 


it through

What would

we ever do

if we 


caught 

what we sought?

Dreamers dream

we can not reside
in the 
real world

where harsh
reality crushes
fantasy 

Death Dance



Death Dance


In my comatose
state of grave

soothed by the
blip
blip
blip

green line
cardio 
mountain range

I have
for the
first time

in my life

found perspective

no longer worried
about money

or job insecurity

most basic fear
priority

my only battle
now is breathing

heart beat weakens

serious whispering

tears all around

in and out I fade

voices more muted

mystery priest hovers over me
chanting Latin incantations

I chuckle at the final hypocrisy

faint click of a knob

tingly surge as I convulse
last gasp of my lungs

darkness

silence

blinding bright light


Death came
as expected


but not a frightening

horrific visage at all

just a serene
gentle presence

bathed in the light

the angel 
takes my 
trembling hand

and in a soft voice
whispers in my ear

"Well done my son"

and with that

a feeling of peaceful
bliss uplifts me

my new friend and I
ascend out of this
world and
merge with the light 

I am not in pain anymore

I am not afraid

I am at peace

See you soon






Friday, November 29, 2013

Thy Own Selfie



Thy Own Selfie


Here in that 
grand chasm
between my ears

where fear
and
ignorance reside

I seek to bridge
my knowledge gaps

find the meaning
my life lacks

Use to seek
chemical
enlightenment

but

the highs
could not be
maintained

lies rarely
readily
sustained

so

I find myself
right back
from whence
I began

trying to live
with this
ignorant enigma
I do not understand





















Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Social Net



Social Net


Caterpillar Caterpillar

snug as a bug

wrapped in cocoon

serenely conceived

but don't always believe
what your eyes perceive

cause within the pod

metamorphosis
going on

Time advances

butterfly struggles

emerges 

to a fresh life

flies out
of
it's spent shell

to share it's
splendor with
the world

transformation
complete

We all reside
in the public domain


whether we want
to or not


for we all

need be
connected
socially

sharing our
unique beauty

with all the
other butterflies
of humanity 



Monday, November 25, 2013

Souls Out


Piercing the darkness on a gloomy night
Weary pilgrims are drawn to the light       

All ye faithful flock to beacon bright
To worship at the alter of this sacred site

Baby Santa lies away in a manger
Swaddled in consumer currency

Surrounded by merry elves and reindeer
All doing their part for our economy

The doors swing open at midnight
The assembled masses storm in

Seeking the salvation this sale brings
Prices so low they seem like a sin

The Fallen Angel proclaims to all,  
 “Welcome to my Bargain Nativity!”

Christmas may be the domain of God,
But Black Friday belongs to me!”



Sunday, November 24, 2013

Trade Off



Trade Off


We got rules

so many rules


we make more
every day


parameters
of behavior
we MUST obey


No way you say?


Freedom of choice?

The individual
holds sway

Anarchy today?

OK
be that way


but

what If 

we all
do our
own thing

and my thing
don't mesh
with your thing?

compromise

is everything
in a free
society




Saturday, November 23, 2013

Accidently Me






Accidently Me


Late night drive

homeward bound
from second job

round curve
traversed many
times before

patch of ice unseen

skidding terror trip  
into stone wall I careen

Happened in a flash

my little car crash

sirens awaken me

bright lights 

scurry scurry

neck restraint

gently put my
limp body on gurney

slow motion surreal

worried faces of angels
they can not conceal

I am on the edge
of tragedy 

feeling sort of paralyzed

this could be a coma


maybe even death


but I'm not quite ready

to die just yet

so I have to fight
to survive


to see
the morning

and my worried
family

Self Sale



Self Sale

Very mad at myself today,
Disappointed I should say

Peer pressure got the best of me
Turned me into what I don’t want to be

A suck up sycophant with no pride
Simply going along for the ride
        
So now I find myself in this bad place       
A cartoon man wearing a fake smiley face

Friday, November 22, 2013

Fundamentalist Tempest



Fundamentalist Tempest


Ideology theology

high volume
morality screams

crusading down
the holy war path

bashing the infidels

burning the heathens 

Muslim extremists
Christian zealots


a plague on them  

corrupting religious
principles they
preach


Why can't they see


through their holier 
than thou eyes

that we all
pray to the
same God


that we all
are his flawed
children

that we all
through
tolerance
find salvation



Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Power of Light



Power of Light


The world is shrinking

blurring boundaries

global community 

social media the key 

for you see

when all countries are linked

texting
chatting
playing games 

as people of the world all communicate

ignorance and prejudice

the cornerstones of hate

will crumble

The world is evolving

The Haters have had their day

they know their 

time is expiring

demons of darkness
had a good run


they know they are done


as their legions contract

the dark siders will implode 

and ultimately
turn on each other

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Bitter Spit




Bitter Spit


Today's 
sore du jour

served up
on a platter
of regret

chew it up

spit it out

life will always

dish distress
a little more

We can take it

pain can be contained

feigned indifference
defense mechanisms

denial on a stick

Purge the hurt

blast it away

Grab a plate

and enjoy
the buffet !!!


 







Monday, November 18, 2013

Sparklers in the Rain



Sparklers in the Rain 


... and the Gods

cried 


when

Prometheus

original tech icon


stole flame

and
gave man a chance
to advance

Fire changed everything


Providing
warmth and
comfort from 
our cold reality
That glow of security
which illuminates the dread of night

Fire changed everything

searing heat

forging swords


weapons of

fast destruction

tearing our flesh


pillage and burn


charred remains


funeral pyre


Fire changed everything


for better for worse


a blessing and a curse


In many ways


fire is like love


the flames which consume

beautiful creation


blazing devastation 

inferno of human history

we the bastard offspring


the sparkling legacy


of Prometheus and Aphrodite

terrifying contradictions


our splendid addictions


we can't live without








Sunday, November 17, 2013

Daze Trip



Daze Trip


Hi!! Ho!!

Hi!! Ho!!

off we go

to Sodom Town

to satisfy
our bodily cravings

bring your roll of green

pluck a flower obscene 

drop a nickel or dime

ingest victimless crimes

Street corner
chemistry professor


peddles pixie dust


smiles by the gram


guaranteed flight


pretty colors


warm buzz

sirens blare

flashing lights

hospital bound


get repaired

pump out the poison

a parting souvenir

from the killer klowns

of Sodom Town

  




Peace In Our Rhyme




Peace In Our Rhyme


Another day

another battle

our tedious
continuous
conflict

chipping away
at our sanity

Is this the way
it has to be?

Let's settle up

stop tearing each other down

don't want to fight anymore

don't want to love either

Let's just coexist

like the mountains

and sea

The natural order

of respectful

peaceful

serene

civility

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Rebel Lost




Rebel Lost


James Dean

leather clad

sex symbol 

troubled teen
icon

cultural comet

burning bright

bridging
square
and 
hip

did his own thing
when few did

blew away
conformity


live fast
die young


rebel without
a seatbelt


Postscript

How many 
reading my words

have ever heard

of James Dean?

the legend

the man

Sometimes

I fail to understand

that the heroes
of my youth

have been displaced

by silicon based

cyber attention seeking

pseudo sham celebrities  

I wonder if
my forgotten idol

would be
such
the sensation
today?



  






Fleshy Wounds



Fleshy Wounds


Peaceful night

in Crystal Kingdom

sirens shatter
evening serenity 

turmoil in the
normal

whooshing doors
slide open

bloody 
King Carl

wheeled
into ER


nervous doctors

scramble

steel tweezers

commence to

remove sharp
slivers
of glass from
the royal booty


Happy ending!

His majestic buttocks
pulls through

a royal commission
convened

to get to the bottom
of the tragedy

final report states

that Crystal Castle

to protect 

his highness'
royal ass

need lose 

that throne

of glass