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

SOCIALIST

turn the other cheek

give it all away

LIBERAL

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

inspected

and hand cleaned
occasionally

just in case
they spill out
accidentally

Creating messy

life complications 


Beast Reduction

My snarling demons
which use to dominate
and control
my heathen soul
have gradually 
been
down
sized
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







Sunday, December 6, 2015

Prayer Poetry


All the pilgrims gather
for their weak ass Sunday blather
as stained glass saints bear witness
to monotone prayers recited by rote
by the zombie congregation
awash in traditional hypocrisies

Sinners desperately 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

Amen bitches




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


Acceptance

Elusive remedy
for a hemorrhaging heart 

Maybe it's surrender time

Embrace the sadness

Write it out

She is gone forever

Remembrance

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 sleeping beauty 
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

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



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
but
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

out

          of

sync? 









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

deeper

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

wondering

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
connoisseurs

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 gonna whine
and know it alls live to 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
on those brave souls
having at it in the arena 



Sunday, October 25, 2015

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 ?

Maybe
I'm nothing more
than an prolific stringer
of semi literate words

Just another automated
computer generated bot

Programmed
with human like tendencies

Overloaded with artificial wit
but possessing no true soul

A lonely cyborg organism
eternally 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

reduces 

the surplus

population



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 



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  



Thursday, October 1, 2015

Internal Warfear


If you want to know the real me
beneath all my layers of  bull shit
bring lots of corrosive material
to penetrate this hard façade I wear

For once you go deep inside
at my core you will find
a swirling sea of negativity
harboring a pessimistic nature        

All these bitter qualities I despise
and struggle so hard to suppress

Because that is not the guy I want to be

So I battle with myself to emit positivity

Even though I don’t in any way believe  
this fake image I project to the world

Though I do keep hope alive in my heart
for a cease fire to end this war within me  



  

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

To Be Or Not


Tis just another

overdose suicide plunge
kind of day

but we really don't
need to die that way

Life

no matter how hard

always beats death

in a stink comparison test 



Canary Island


The canary loose in the world

Such a pretty bird is she

Living out there in the wild

Flying a life so very free 

All the caged birds envy her celebrity     

for she is all they desire to be

If only they knew
the pressure cooker reality
of having to be
always on

and the river of tears
her fans
would be shocked to see 

The feathered fall out
of a dream gone wrong

For fame is a cage
without steel bars   

The canary loose in the world

Such the pretty bird is she

So weary
of caged sycophants
living through her
       
For she is NOT

the dream

society wants her to be


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Tough Loving


Enough lame lamentations

about your incessant
boo hoo situations

Thicken your skin

Take ownership

Lose that self pity rap

and get your sorry ass

back in the game


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Travel Guide


Damn! This hill before us is steep!
Will we ever make it to the top? 

Geez! This rain seems perpetual! 
Is it ever going to stop?

Why is life such a struggle?
Even simple tasks a chore

Things we once took for granted
Don’t seem to work anymore

Perhaps we need to fix ourselves
And put our expectations aside 

Seems we are no longer driving this bus
We’re just passengers along for the ride


Monday, September 28, 2015

Pop Goes The Junkie


Room is spinning

Perform self diagnosis

Seems I ingested too much
forbidden fruit

Vision blurred

Body chemically compromised

Brain synapses fried

Hallucinations strobe flashing

Walls bleeding

Pulse rate exceeding
safety regulations

Finger down throat

Expel the poison

Stabilize the situation

Hang on til morning

Vow to never again
ride the dragon





Saturday, September 26, 2015

It Is What It Is


We wander
these empty corridors
that all look the same

Like rats in a maze
bouncing off
blind corners

constantly seeking
a way out
of this mundane existence

Perhaps tis time
to turn off the persistence

and find serenity

in acceptance

of our labyrinth