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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
