Truth Or?

 

I am

a gray ghost
of transparency 
trapped in a black
and white world

And yet

I reject your absolutes

Piss on rigid truths

Nuances I dare to see
wrapped in soft subtleties

I am

a complexity revolutionary

An inter dimensional explorer  

You too

have the innate ability

to read between
the literal lines

Open your blinds
and let the light of knowledge
shine through the stubborn mist

See life

in all it's glorious layers

Savor the complexities
and grasp the paradox
that sometimes
there exists more 

than one right answer

Death by Compliments

 

Let's make one thing very clear

I will eat cheerfully today

whatever slop

you drop on my plate

with nary a complaint

I just no longer give a damn

about the concept of self pride

that in my contentious past

led to many a messy conflict

Live and let live

is my fresh concession mantra

My hero Eddie on the other hand

with his fake smile

and false cheer

is a slow leak

on our Good Ship Lollipop

that he will burst gradually

with his stealth negativity

until the weight of liberated truth

drowns us all eventually

as I silently cheer with my last breath

the death of social hypocrisy

Cold Inside

 

Socially inept Stevie

Such a scared little puppy    

             

Petrified of any human interaction

that may generate uncertain feelings

                                    

So he uses his weirdness as a shield

Safe with always being the odd man out

which reinforces his walls of protected loneliness

Will never let the prying world see

within his contained environment

where he can remain comfortably different

locked in solitary

What a shame this deluded soul refuses to realize

how rapidly our time on Earth flies

Someday when his existence begins to wane

he will look back

at the missed opportunities and sigh

and regret all the life he let slip on by

True or True

 

Truth
no matter how rock solid
can be deposited
in our industrial blender
and pureed
into a smoothie approximation
of an alternative reality
that contains the same variables
only in a slightly different composition
that should not really matter

And yet somehow it does

Form over substance is the way
these cotton candy ass days

Light Metaphor

 

The oblivious oak
directly adjacent
to the fledgling sapling
casts a growth inhibiting
shadow eclipse
over the frustrated little tree

In this sun starved environment
light is so precious
the little guy has no choice
but to play the role of nihilist
and wait patiently
for a future storm to blow in
to make things right
by flattening the impediment
to growth development
for all the citizens
of our inclusion forest
where resources
should get allocated fairly

Wearing Blue

 

It's OK to be depressed

Trust me, I know

No shame in melancholy

No need to feel guilty

In fact the real oddity would be

if you never felt blue

Cause that ain't how

this roller coaster life goes

Sadness is what makes us human

and appreciative

when the mood pendulum

swings back to happiness

Off Broadway Production

 

Video window
blares the news

Grave images
roll in 24/7

The pain of this
long running tragedy show
sears our tired eyes

The heartbreak
of humanity is relentless

It does make one question
God's very existence

Is he fact or fiction?

Is he even a he
these gender neutral days?

How can there be 
so much dysfunction
in it's flawed creation?

God is love?

God is perfect?

Where's the damn evidence?

Maybe the Lord has a plan
we were never meant to fathom
of perhaps our defective species
was just a rough draft
of a future better crafted production
somewhere else
in this vast Universe?

Stinker of the Day

 

The Selfish Man
lacking in social consciousness
or a whiff of human decency
releases a fart
silent but deadly
in a crowded elevator
(or lift if you're a Brit)
then departs
the scene of the hate crime

Leaving behind
the stench of shit
as a thoughtless present

His foul methane gift
to the gagging
watery eyed populace
who now must breathe
through their mouths
for the rest of the trip

If you don't find this tale offensive
perhaps you are the son of a bitch
who dealt it

On Ignore

 

The things you find
during the decluttering process

Snippets frozen in time.

This forgotten scrapbook now soothes
my fading mind

Pics fully laminated.

Offering protection against the elements
and the ravages of today.

Locked in memories
where none of us age out

Even death can not penetrate
this thick veneer of yesterday
where cruel erosion is made irrelevant
to these locked in moments of joy.

Arthritic fingers
painfully skimming
long neglected precious pages

Liberating displaced images
from a bygone existence
of youthful exuberance
and unbridled innocence
where we still owned
all our tomorrows

I gently place my nostalgia down into the double lined trash bag designed to dispose of former treasures now consigned to the scrap heap of history for permanent ignore once our generation is gone

Faceless

 

The dead clock
nailed to the wall
knows nothing at all

Hands hang frozen

Batteries long ago drained

No one around
knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator
is nowhere to be found

They left behind no instruction manual

No useful blueprint as reference

Time supports
the innocents who believe

in this busted concept

even when there
is no way to explain

with confidence

the theoretical evidence

they will likely never see

Not frustrated by the void of silence

that haunts us cynical skeptics

wrapped in our cold shrouds of rationality

Mocking the faithful

with their ticktock beat
existing in a vacuum
of empirical impossibility

For if a clock chimes
in the Universe
and no one hears it
does eternity
even exist?

Eclipse Motives

This puzzling conundrum

caused by solar obstruction

that left nothing but corona light

which ain't a brew

but instead a skewed vision

that can only be viewed

when special conditions exist

where all the angles are just right

Does the moon do this on purpose

when bored?

Or perhaps it blocks the rays

out of sheer spite

tinged with jealous envy

Those shadow emotions

that keep even satellites in darkness

Useful Idiot Nation

 

Huh?? What did we just see? Political anarchy? The end of diplomacy? Or is this latest cringe sloppily choreographed ambush of our ally the new abnormal? Friends now enemies Alliances flipped Over the top performative politics as cover for the dismantling of all that America once was before the Clown Show rolled in and commenced the Grievance Circus Now we are the global laughing stock The Jester turned King nobody outside his circle of demented sychophants respects or takes seriously Pity us not as we wander the wilderness for our daily humiliation is entirely self inflicted

Escape Hatching

 

Sun is done

Now darkness
rules the scene

Nocturnal debutantes dance
on neon moon beams

Stylish carnivores cavort
on the tightly packed roar floor

Glazed rocket riders streaming live
getting their cyber blast on

The forces of frolic
eventually converge
and merge with the light

Taking flight in the night

Soaring high
into the celestial vortex

Light years above the pull
of gravity's morality

The clock strikes dawn

Magic now gone

As we bleary heroes
tumble out of the clouds

Landing back
into the cold steel arms
of the flat line monotony
we desperately tried to escape
in a time stream temporarily
when we journeyed to the stars

Praise Be the Profit Center

 

Taking down the library today

To be live streamed on subscription outlets

That unprofitable relic from the past

Going the way of the horse and buggy A DOGE cost cutting implosion Subtracting yesterday with a blast Replaced by an Amazon warehouse emporium Another privately subsidized retail cathedral So let us collectively pay pray In the name of eminent domain Commerce religion done the modern way

Taking us back to the 19th Century

When the Business of America was Business

The Program

Glorious leader

has decreed

we the people

have forfeited

the antiquated right to dissent

No allowance for diversity

of unregulated opinions

in our contentment state

of mass conformity

The sheep simply must be flock obedient

So says the strict law of the land

Any deviation from the master plan

will be met with utmost violence

To those thought outliers

who regrettably choose

not to participate 

in the group program we demand

they will be forever damned

and sent to a mental hospital

for a permanent

attitude readjustment

Heavenly Bait

 

Bless me Father

for I have sinned

Many times

Weekly

Daily

Right now actually

Carnal transgressions

I have committed

Constantly

Repeatedly

Cause your

feminine creation

is just too sublime

Those smiles so sweet

Her dangerous contours

is a delicious lure

too sweet

not to explore

Oh Lord

my flesh is weak

Can't resist your temptations

(see reasons above)

So here I be

On my aching knees

Absolution I now seek

Forgiveness I beseech

Going forward

Please 

do not

condemn me

when I fall

You did create me

after all !!

😜

Myth Busters

 

Tonight we haunt the ghosts
who reside in the walls
acting so smug
and above it all

Petulant spirits
we can put on ignore
cause these wailing losers
can't scare us anymore

Their pain infliction capacity over us

was always nothing more

than a socially induced illusion

We now collectively know

that the power of ghosts

is not real

Then again my friends
neither are we

All shriek and no bite is so 2025

Space Walker

 

In the blur
of this weary existence
I wander city streets
seeking some sort
of half ass absolution
for the vast reservoir
of my selfish actions

Always attracting
strange looks
from the judgemental population
as I mutter
half baked poetry to myself
into the indifferent wind

Clumsy stabs
at rhythmic perfection
while spouting
deep reflections
on the meaning
of my ebbing life

All these disjointed
connections
that never seems
to find completed
puzzle resolution

Closure mocks
and eludes me
as horns blare
at the catatonic kook
staring up at the traffic light
in the middle of Strange Street

My padded cell awaits