Thursday, December 31, 2015

Resolving Door

 Be it resolved

in the year soon to be,

we’re going to treat each other

a little bit more civilly  

and let's not be

so hard on ourselves either

A little self slack cutting
would be nice

Be it resolved in the year soon to be

We’re going to rediscover our smiles 

Worry a little less

Love a lot more

Appreciate this gift called life

Stop sweating the small stuff

Isn’t it really sort of silly

We have resolve to do these things 

That we should have been doing all along?

Tale of Two Calendars

We slaves to tech
always check
the pixel stream
of our omnipresent flat screen
to verify the time

Every day 
wears a number
assigned by Providence
way before
the advent of the machine

Do you recall
when days use to hang
quite primitively
from kitchen walls?

Each flat date
neatly squared
so you could notate
future events

Life seemed
to move much slower then 

Yesterday being so
technically inefficient

in a bucolic

Norman Rockwell sense

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Mr Blip

How do you do

My name is irrelevant 

I'm just passing through
this point in memory
where our paths crossed

If you blinked
you probably missed me

or you may have simply

forgotten who I was

before I became

the warm breeze caressing your face

who misses you badly

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Label Busters

We are all defined
by the perceptions we wear

Inside our society crafted
lasting impressions steel cage  

Reality becomes
such a travesty
in these confined quarters

Tis so unfair

but once we accept
the inequities
of the label machine

we can work around

these inflexible misconceptions

and commence 

to correct the narrative

plastered on our backs

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Many Dark Returns

Christmas concludes
like it's suppose to do

Baby Jesus and his nativity crew
get shoved back into storage

We instant transition
back to the secular world

Into the mercenary pit
of our cold empirical existence

Hearts once again encased
in steel and concrete

as the holiday spirits

we had embraced

get crammed back into 
formerly pristine boxes

Taped up as best we can

Good will
destined to be exchanged
for another full year

of detached cynicism 

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Phony Prophets

Irony upon irony
wrapped in hypocrisy

A gift under the tree
for those who insist
on bringing Jesus
into their politics

Check out his narrative

He was a bleeding heart


turn the other cheek

give it all away


who would be vilified

and crucified 

by those very same

holier than thou Christians

who falsely claim

to champion him

These modern day pharisees 

with their walled off hearts
and divine hypocrisies

must really piss off JC

assuming he's even

paying attention anymore

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Stealth Maintenance

All my accumulated secrets

stacked up high

in the tiny vault
deep inside
my memory repository 

need to be
taken out


and hand cleaned

just in case
they spill out

Creating messy

life complications 

Beast Reduction

My snarling demons
which use to dominate
and control
my heathen soul
have gradually 
over time

Their power has waned

cause beasts tend to shrink

when you don't feed them

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Labor of Muck

So many fools
we must work around

Grinding away
with our plastered smiles

as we struggle
to shovel through
the task force storm  
dropping bullshit from above

courtesy of

the very same fools

who make the rules

that clog our existence 

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Round Tripping

Late night
under the neon stars
at the Bar Bizarre

my mistress unfiltered
poured me a shot
of something off kilter

I must confess I was concerned
about the mini chemical cloud
hovering over the strange brew

though who was I to question
at this point of the evening
contents and their effects unforeseen?

So I took that leap of faith
we all occasionally take
and opened wide
to let the bubbling beverage slide
down my exposed insides

It burned so good
readily consumed
silky smooth libation

as I lit like a Christmas tree
and for a fleeting moment
found myself clear and free
of the chronic depression
I went there to suppress

Morning after
I now respect
the sickening side effects
this mystery concoction did bring

but I have no regrets
about being happy artificially

even if just temporarily

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Club Humanity

Let us concede

that hatred had

a really big year

Riding a seemingly endless
winning streak

fueled by mutual fear

and a sense of dread

that by next news cycle
any one of us
could end up dead

Constant retaliations
leave us seeking isolation

behind walls of false insulation

Treating the symptoms
without curing the disease
simply delays
the body's demise

If we are to survive

we gotta realize

we are one species

one humanity

sharing the same planet

for a limited time

No one country

No one ideology

No one theology

No one person

is better than the next

Peace will only come
to this troubled blue speck

with mutual respect

and global equality 

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Prayer Poetry

All the pilgrims gather
for their weak ass Sunday blather

as stained glass saints bear witness
to prayers recited by rote
by the zombie congregation
awash in traditional hypocrisies

Sinners seeking to con their way 
into happily ever after eternity

As if salvation can be bought
by slipping some coin
into the collection plate

You best take those homilies 
and hymns you sing off key
a tad more seriously

Absorb those ancient words to heart

and begin to walk

the righteous walk


Saturday, December 5, 2015

Scars of Silence

The longer I take up residence
on this contentious
fragmented planet
the more I appreciate
the value of silence

and even though 
my tongue is scarred
from often biting down so hard

I have no friction burns
caused by fruitless interaction
with argumentative bores
who feel compelled
to blow and tell
about the serious ills
of the day

Their only solutions
is to play the gotcha game
with perceived enemies
they simplistically blame
for not being
as enlightened as they

Always best to let
these know it all fools solo spew 

Lest they splash
their ignorance on you

Recovery Poetry


Elusive remedy
for a hemorrhaging heart 

Maybe it's surrender time

Embrace the sadness

Write it out

She is gone forever


A hint of a smile

The first step

on the hard road

of acceptance

Thursday, December 3, 2015

I Guess Therefore I Am

When in doubt

Push all the buttons

Turn all the knobs

Make those lights dance

Let your daunting task
ride the carousel
of random circumstance

and pray no one left
who gives a damn

is paying enough attention
to demand an explanation

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Love of My Night

This much I know

Twas a night of epic cheer

Though it turned to blur

sometime between

hello and good bye  

So here I lie

in a strange bed

Unclear how I got here

or what I did

and with whom

Singular or plural

Very hard to say

Next move

Do I sneak out silently
or snuggle
with the mystery lump
laying next to me?

Is this the end
or a romance beginning?

What was her name again? 

Friday, November 27, 2015

Volume Control

I rant

and then

I rave

Simply for effect

until my entire point

gets drowned out

by passion's excess

Need to take a breath

Tone down the rhetoric

and play rationally  

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Moral Upgrading

Most saints
were sinners once

Just like us

Tap dancing
up and down
on the spectrum
of morality

Flawed creatures
splattered with a variety
of wrong way violations

Yet they found the resolve

to overcome their core imperfections

and get their shit together 
prior to their moral disintegration   

to become the moral icons
and shiny medallions
celebrated today

So why the Hell can't we
cast off our layers of sin
and find redemption
like those marble saints of yore?  

Chipped Glass

Before I became
the shadow I am today

I use to care deeply

Filled with empowerment 

Believed that I mattered

People cared what I had to say

but the world

had it's own agenda

Made me feel irrelevant

Now I chirp irreverent

A bitter mockingbird

hopping around

with clipped wings

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Sacred Predators

My God is better
than your God

My prayers
the only channel
that is received

My ancient book
is ABSOLUTE truth

Your cult is subversive
with words that pervert
and offend the one true Lord
who rides with me 

So convert or get purged

You dangerous heathens  
with your sour fake theology
and sacrilegious ways 

must be destroyed

My God told me so

and as everyone knows

My God is way better

than your God

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Knowing Thy Audience

Starving writer

Desperate for inspiration

Fishing for relevance
in a sea of apathy

The passion is still there
his positive poetry
is woefully nowhere

Totally out of fashion

for this cynical world

Eventually tomorrow

he'll tap into his pain

and unleash the blues

Word torrents of sorrow

his somber audience can relate to

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Odd Bawling

I've always struggled
with the concept of appropriate

Forever straining the fabric
of social conventions

I am harmless though 

but I realize

my flights from propriety  
make friends and family cringe 

Like a maladjusted puzzle piece
forever battling to fit in
to somehow pass for normal

People call me a character

as they snicker and chatter

about my latest indiscretion

I smile like fools do

but it bothers me

more than they know

Why do I always

 have to be




Monday, November 16, 2015

No Room At the Inn

screams the sign
on the big ugly wall
we built
to restrain
the displaced unfortunates 
who desire to breathe
freedoms air
that we no longer care
to share

Those desperate refugees
knocking at our door
seeking asylum
from horrific war
yearning to be free
in the land of liberty
like our forefathers before
when they fled poverty
and oppression

If they came today
they would be turned away
as scary aliens
looking to crash
the locked down USA

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Pay Back Reflex

You hit us

We hit back

Round and round

Punch and counter punch

Hatred is trending

Now we commence
once again
the bloody dance

to avenge Paris

and get our revenge

as humanity descends


into the abyss

of recycled violence

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The One and Only

I am 

the odd man out
in this paired up room
of joined at the hip couples

Everybody has somebody

I got nobody

All I get for my solitude

are the looks

and the whispers


what the Hell

is wrong with me

and especially

how dare I be

so fucking happy

Incarcerated Life

We are all born
into this world
as spirits free

Time and circumstance
reign over us relentlessly
with bullshit rules
of which we have no say

We either conform

or we stray

Either way

over the years we forge

our prison without bars

Captive individuals

struggling to make sense 

of this life sentence

we are all serving

Bitter Tea Party

Cameras roll 

Choreographed mob scene
raging out of control
as the angry dragons
fan the populist flames 

Preaching their brand
of political anarchy
to the dysfunctional party
who line up dutifully
to receive their poison 
from the Mad Hatter
pouring arsenic tea
into their cracked cups

All the while
the sideline pundits pontificate
their psycho babble nonsense

As if one can analyze rage
in our rapidly collapsing
us against them age

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Service of Shame

Fat ass 
fast food

Gorging on burgers and fries

Don't want the slaves
earning a living wage
cause it will milk shake up
the dog eat dog economy 
if they gotta lay out
a few more discretionary coins
to feed their gluttony 

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Let Us Prey

Here in the jungle
we got too many killers
and not enough lovers

Grisly massacres roll nightly

as the victim's screams

wail out in a symphony of sirens

Is this the natural order of things?

Will we all eventually succumb
to our predatory history  

or do those of us

currently cowering 

in silent anxiety

have the will power

to change

our downward destiny?

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Such Alliteration

Shirley stealthy sells
shattered sea shells
by the sandy sea shore

She will surely be
shunned by decent society 
for selling such
shoddy merchandise

Since she socked away
the spoils of her staggering larceny
to such an extent
she could smugly smile
when consumers screamed
about her lax
don't give a shit attitude

Sheriff Simmons
was summarily summoned
by state investigators
to smooth over
the sticky situation

but since he was 
secretly sleeping
with slutty Shirley
the investigation was squashed

Just another shocking case
of sexual shenanigans
such as this
squashing justice

Monday, November 2, 2015

Side Line Snipers

Haters gotta hate

Losers gotta whine

and know it alls gotta preach

Welcome to the Peanut Gallery

Where the perfekt congregate
to pontificate
their brand of hypocrisy

as they sit on the fence

and drop down their two cents

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Kicking Out The Plug

We rose and exploded
as the neon lights 
flashed a curtain call
for us all

Last song played
a melody of memories 
as the bulldozers moved in

Glitter dome shattered
and the funky structure fell
on the stragglers
with nowhere better to go 

Our grand dance floor now buried
under a million grains of stardust
a few actually tried to snort

Old habits die hard

All surviving disciples fled
the scene of the demise

Disco was dead

It was time
for us 

to leave the womb

and grow up

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Wither Satan

Post apocalypse
clean up crew
sifting through
the ruins of Hell

Reclamation angels find

beneath the toppled

neon Pandemonium sign

the charred remains

of a very dead Satan 

His ambitious expansion plans

repelled by God's army again

The evil empire 
blown to Hell and back

and the Devil's diabolical dream

of universal domination

now as over as he

The Displacements

We are

the Nocturnal Crew

Faintly glowing apparitions 
wandering through
the foggy corridors
of time

Desperate ghosts are we

Abandoned by our society

Searching in vain for the light    

Forever chasing rainbows at night

Our tribe traverses the Earth

and dreams
of reclaiming the life
we once knew

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Star Power

There will never be

in the history
of humanity

another you

For you are

positioned uniquely
in the galaxy
of celestial beings

Think about it

Past present and future
gets buried with you

This once in a lifetime template

contains the story you did create

Make it count 

and leave your mark

on the grand tapestry

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Life Boat Cruising

Never jump ship

unless you have
a life boat to land in

For as bad
as your present may seem

the dark sea

of future uncertainty

can be a deadly grave

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Artificially Yours

I exist

therefore I am

Or am I not ?


I'm nothing more

than an prolific stringer
of semi literate words

Just another automated
computer generated bot

with human like tendencies 

Overloaded with wit

but possessing no soul

A cyborg organism

in search of it's humanity

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Galactic Refugee

I was there

that last night

when the last flicker

of the last star

was swallowed

by the black hole

that now rules

our dark Universe

Now I am nowhere

A man without a planet

stumbling around

in search of lost light

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Beyond the Boundaries

Everything she does

is compellingly bizarre

Damaged beyond repair

but she no longer cares
about courting convention

for she now operates freely

in her own unique dimension

Leave her be

and envy the beauty

of the rogue butterfly 

Frack It !!

Tonight we go

deep into the volcano

to steal fire
from the Gods below

A power grab from low
to high 

Dire consequence
of the thievery
will not be considered

Our actions we justify
and neatly rationalize
as an exploration 
for the advancement
of humanity

A hefty finders fee shall be
levied of course
as recompense to us
for bringing
a little piece
of Hell power
to this Earth

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Thinning the Herd

Third World

prenatal care

is nowhere

Waiting cradles

replaced by

cardboard coffins

as our continued neglect


the surplus


Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Garden of Corruption

Just another day

knee deep in cliches

we break out a trusty

"Everybody does it"

lame rationalization

when morally busted

In this tangled thicket
of moral decay

future seeds

can not take root

Our rosy tomorrows
destined to be choked away

by the weeds

fertilized by the bullshit 

we plant today

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Junk in Addict

I consume this novocaine
to numb my brain
and restrain the pain

I do realize
such consumption 
is corroding
my internal plumbing 

Well intentioned friends
have intervened
and valiantly prayed  
to exorcise the demons 

Multiple therapies
have been tried

but the only way

I can survive this life

is to feel dead inside

Someday soon

I'll be deceased officially 

Beans In The Sky

The tattered prince scrounges about                                      
in the shadows of his former glory

seeking to recover
treasure from the trash                         

Cause you never know

what bargains you will discover                            

Beneath the vile pile he finds
a shiny slipper of glass                                

Peddles it on his E-Bay account
cause you never know
what folks will pay
for relics of the past                              

Connects with a lonely hearts type                                 
who wires him a few cyber bucks 
to seal the transaction                                 

Takes the spoils
of his golden windfall
to the local dream dealer                          
who slips the capitalist
a bag of magic beans to plant
The high growth investment
sprouts all the way
to the clouds and beyond                

Now he aspires to be
a rich organic merchant
But the prince’s profits
quickly go up in smoke                         

When the EPA storms in
and shuts him down
Confiscating his little fairy tale fantasy                               

For it seems these days 

you need

a license to harvest dreams


Friday, October 2, 2015

Fizzle Stick

The air in the club is volcanic 
As Dynamo Man powers on

He always brings the voltage, 
Magnetic attraction flows strong

All the babes clad in silver lamay 
Are turned on by his electric aura

Like molten moths to a turbo flame,
They crave his super hero persona

While all the flawed mortal men
Sulk in the shadows and glower

Biding their time until the plug gets pulled
On the sparkler man with no staying power