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

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

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 phone modem memories

Control-Alt-Delete

Chewed Eraser

 

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

It's not that I misspeak

any less
or am now an elegant master

of language precision

I simply grew weary

of endless self revisions
and found acceptance
that seriously flawed me
ain't ever gonna achieve

communication perfection

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

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

has always been

to go inner numb..

Wear the cloak of apathy

spiked with sarcasm..

This liberating indifference

to humbling rejection

shields me from shame

and the accompanying

feelings of life inadequacy 

Through the Wall

 

Once you have blown past
the point of no return
you may as well speed up

Lose all forward

resistance hesitation
cause true commitment
demands personal acceleration
and lack of fearful reservation
about the fast approaching
unyielding walls
of harsh consequence
ready to commence
dispensing a hard life lesson 

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 

Edge Busters

 

Every contradiction
we struggle with daily
carries the seeds

of future catastrophe

If we can just take

a few steps back

and 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

that ultimately

ends up wrecking us

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 

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

 

Ode to Peacocks

I really despise

self indulgent girls and guys..  

Could do without all that vanity

and selfish preening proclivities..

And yet..

My admiration for their audacity

for always doing their own thing

against the hurricane head winds

of stifling conformity

that keeps we cowards in line

is the ultimate conflict

of mixed feelings 

I've never come to grips with..

Unless..

I can find the inner courage

to move past my judgmental

action inhibiting inclinations

and adopt the philosophy

of grudging admiration

for the arrogant peacocks

doing their thing

down in the arena

This Ain't Easy

 

I confess I am from another time
all the way back to the last century.. 

Many of my views no longer fit
current acceptable narratives..

Concerning gender especially

from the bygone days
when only two held sway..

This whole fluidity concept

is difficult for me to accept

though choosing what you wanna be

is a freedom I really should embrace..

You may also say

holding doors for ladies
is condescending toxic masculinity..

That's OK..

I should do it for everyone I guess..

Maybe this is evolutionary progress
for outmoded males like me
but I will never accept men who whine
as is the political norm today..

My role model John Wayne
would never approve

of the current Republican Party 

with their daily grievance cacophony..

The Duke would be aghast

that the undisputed chief

of his former political tribe

is such a vain poser

who wears too much makeup

and plays the victim perpetually..

Objection is the new currency..

Complaints without action..

There's never a better plan

cause it's so much simpler

to continuously make demands

than it is offering up solutions 

which may never pan out..

Always easier to destroy than create..

The curse of man

and what use to pass

as the myth of real men 

Time Tocking

 

Time for us to reconcile
with our inevitable mortality
and accept the reality
that we will all be forgotten
a century from now..  

So fret not about legacy..

Kick the ass of lost history..

Live life to the fullest today
cause someday
we'll be nothing more
than deleted memories..

Who knows when this show ends?

Carpe Diem my friends

Heart of the Matter

 

Dreamers and pundits
pontificating incessantly
on issues of minimal relevancy
to the grand scheme of our story..

The majesty of their lofty philosophy
is lost on those of us

whose only daily luxury
is found in moldy bread

and a sliver of rancid cheese..

The struggles of real life

are forever grounded

in such harsh economic realities

that eclipses the ignorance

of worthless ideologies

Puddle Problem

 

Seeping through
the cracked facade
of our daily decay
tears of frustration
permeate the potholes
we navigate every day.. 

Some go out of their way
to dance around the pit

with rationalizations applied
while others grit their teeth
and decide impulsively

to plow right through it..

I for one perpetually
try to leap over
the man made obstacle
of unknown depth
and more often not
get drowned 
by the overconfidence

that comes 

with reality denying arrogance

Noise Makers

 

Verbally we duel
like two blabbering fools..

Mainly for entertainment value
for like many others
we suffer from the affliction
of a chronic monotony condition..  

Since we hold no firm convictions
on the alleged burning issues before us
we gotta defend to the death

these fake contentions
once we've established
the proper contrarian positions

that best fits the philosophical

hysterical narrative

to advance our circular debate

devoid of any final conclusion

These contentious days

the debate is the thing

where volume is king

and inflexibility

is a veritable symphony

before a jammed social media arena 

of wanna be influencers

hopelessly allergic to listening

Left to Write

 

I write.. 

Therefore I am..

Or not..

It depends in every way
on what I have to say..

Or not..

You read me..

Maybe not..

Too many redundancies..

Bereft of originality..

So here I be
at the bottom of your pile..

Languishing in obscurity..

Just another anonymous author
writing only to himself..

Or not?

Maybe someday..

Que Sera Sera

 

A scribe of some note
once profoundly wrote
that all the world's a stage
and we're but mere players
in this long running freak show

The dude neglected to include
that we are also spectators
to this oft criticized skewed production
rolling both ad libbed and scripted
seemingly without direction

Life does tend to play senseless

like a warped top spinning out of control

but if you can embrace the randomness

and slip into the proper 

it's all bullshit perspective

you may begin to appreciate

the pure entertainment value

this chaos does create..

Bleeding Greed

 

Here on the island where I be
we got water on all sides..

Here in the inlet
where the land kisses the sea..

Man we were living peacefully..

If you are into existing naturally..

Beneath this natural beauty
they found a bounty of oil..

Black gold..

Texas Tea..

Our landscape once pristine
now a tapped natural resource
to feed the beast
that raped the land

on the alter of supply and demand..

For the cause of energy independency

cause we need to be A-rab free

and masters of our economy..

We the disciples of the profit motive

know deep down that our gluttony

is gonna sink our species someday

into the same murky swamp

that buried the dinosaurs

Action Figure

 

I am very sorry

for the frustrations

that I often generate

It's that I will never be

a touchy feely
hands on huggy bear

I lack the sleeves

to wear my emotions on

Tis the Northern European
in me I guess

It's not that I care any less

My fire burns internalized

which while probably not healthy

is simply me being me

So do not be dismayed
if my feelings
are rarely publicly displayed

Let my actions hold sway
and let these concrete deeds 
offset my exasperating silences

 

Word Arrows

 

I have been edited
and condensed
so many times
by censors inclined
to obliterate the oxygen
that existed between my lines..

My message diminished
to the point of irrelevance

which was always their intent..

But I did manage to deposit

a word seed narrative
in the fertile soil of resistance
that will blossom and live on
long after disposed of me
is gone

So for what's left

with the rest of my days

gotta keep up the transmission

fractured as it may be..

One never knows who is listening...

oh me of little faith

 

I don't know God..

Never met him..

And since I be

an empirical

logical

rational creature

tis hard for me

to fully buy

into the concept

of a supreme being

who resides

in a dimension

forever beyond 

my limited grasp..

I don't know God..

but I sure wish I did..

How comforting

would it be

to exist

in a fortress of faith

where belief

in a protection force

of benevolence

would provide me

a rock solid moral foundation..

Why can't I ever shed

these doubts?

I'd fully buy

into the faith program

if I only could..

Instead

I shiver outside

agonizing alone

on these cold church steps.. 

Too agnostic

for my own damn good

Cracked Country

 

The mold now broken
began with a hairline crack
which of course we ignored
cause twas just a cosmetic defect... 

Or so we thought...

Now we have a real mess
all because we did not respect
the terrors of consequence
when mass ignorance
and non benign neglect
wrecked a once noble concept 

Respect the Misfits

 

I try to hide but the night goes fast..

Strive to fly but the high won't last..

The past has got a hold of me..

Life is a battle versus gravity..

Rotting alone in this pit of misery

with only the darkness for company..

No help is coming cause nobody cares..

Vultures descend to get their share..

Don't look pass me like I'm not there..

You can't ignore what's everywhere..

Politicians cynically exploit our plight..

Demonize us as symbols of urban blight..

It's so cruel cause we're people too..

Trying to survive as best we can do..

We the designated weakest links of the economy..

Retreads of a throw away society

Every day our homeless legions grow..

We'll save you a spot in the shadows

Fear Shredding

 

It's been my experience
that the key to happiness
and semi contentment
is found in the acceptance
that nine tenth
of the shit we fret about
is irrelevant nonsense
in the grand scheme
of this all too condensed existence...

Of course I have to self confess

that the identifying and shedding

of these false sources of anguish

is never an easy task

in this world of mass information

where we can Google confirm

all the scary monsters out there...

A few of them may indeed cross our path

but most of these demons never do

so don't let them be an obsession

that leads to the insidious joy paralysis

too prevalent in the horror show narrative

we far too often craft for ourselves

Giving and Taking

 

Gimme...Gimme..Gimme..

The young brats we use to be
learned the lesson eventually
of limitation reality..

The power of the word NO..

The need for denial necessity..

Chains to restrain the tyranny of I ...

Self interest suppressed for the greater good..

Life is learning the art of compromise..

Share..share... that's fair...

We can't always get everything we want.. 

Jamming Frustration

 

This ancient jar of jam..

A recently discovered gem
buried in the clutter of my fridge..

Between me and the contents 
is a determined lid
that keeps freshness in
and contaminating air out..

This cover vacuumed sealed
and reinforced by time
can not be freed
by the brute force of me..

So the locked treasure goes

back into the Frigidaire abyss..

Residing out of sight

in the shadows 

safe from the door activated light

as to not torment my soul

with the shame of my past weakness..

Perhaps someday

a stronger future generation

will release this beast

for now safely tucked away

in chilled obscurity