Bonfire Insanity

 

The child with matches
is fascinated
and seduced by the flame
that they created
with the flick of the wrist

Clueless are they
about dangerous consequence
attached to combustibility
if the power they now wield
is not applied safely

No adults around
to snatch the fire sticks away
from the naughty boy
who is gonna torch the sky today

Say hello
my soon to be scorched citizens
to the pyrotechnic
flame thrower diplomacy
of the 21st Century
we have unleashed
on a horrified world
by our Juvenile King
who fiddles from his bunker
while counting up profits
and the childish accolades 
of fellow burn it down brats

Beware the blow back
of flammable
regime change politics
inflicted on a tinder box world

Tempest Mine

 

My tranquil world
as it should be
clashes with bitter reality

Battering serenity

Blasting conformity

Blistering absurdity

Storm powers in

Vortex spins

Tempest wins

Time takes it's toll

Damage control
on my soul 
is pointless

Welcome to Disillusionment

Death Dance

 

When you find
your fingers intertwined
with Death
don't you dare let go
cause the Dark Angel 

knows precisely
when is the designated time
to close
your solo show

So step up and dance

with mortal circumstance

This ultimate acceptance
will keep you grounded
six feet deep
which is how
we are all meant to someday be

Spoils of War

 

Here at the Bored of Peace
we not only endorse fully
this military activity
some classify as war

(wink)
we relish in it

Profits to be made
over this God forsaken
annihilated country we saved

for capitalist democracy
with our bombs and missiles
that will need to be replenished
prior to our next 
munitions liberation adventure

KA-CHING 

Forever Wars

 

Ever since the battle
became one continuous
contiguous
bloody conflict
there has been no respite
from the terror
of unlimited
unmitigated

Total Warfare

Of course

there will be no truce

or peaceful pause

No agreed upon settlement
til one side is completely vanquished
and all remnants of their existence
is plowed under beneath the ashes

of the rubble our brave forces

patriotically caused

to bring the bastards down

Then commences the Great Celebration

until the next military annihilation

of a vile enemy yet to be determined

Drone Invasion

 

The fields were not as empty

as he thought

nor as secluded

as the adulterous couple

had meticulously planned

amidst the wild flowers

thick bushes

and the sentinels

of sight inhibiting trees

Unfortunately

for the back to nature pair

their steamy forbidden sexual tryst

was videoed by drone technology

to capture the sin of infidelity

in high definition quality

The cynical detective

currently in possession

of the recorded cheating session

conducted a correspondence

that would take full advantage

of a prime blackmail opportunity

for the personal profit of his silence

Such is the high cost of vice these days 

hovering over the unsuspecting

much easier to catch

in the act participants

trying the stealth passion play

Damaged Man

 

I paused
and then hesitated
cause I am not an assassin

I am a damaged man
who developed a conscience
in a dirty business
where that kind of guilt trip
can get your ass terminated
with extreme prejudice

Down a Wrong Way Street

 

In the end
it all went down like this

Since it was
back in the beginning
when cavemen conceived
this tribal bullshit

Fast forward to today

The lines now drawn in concrete
as the wall divides
us and them
into segregated camps

Repubs against Dems

Black versus white

Gays and straights

Those not like us
we ain't never gonna trust

These differences we fear
easily manipulated into hate

The virus of mass prejudice
coursing through our veins

Just study our sorry history

Tales of violent ignorance
spinning on a bloody loop
century after century

Hatred compounded
and institutionalized

War became mechanized
and deadly efficient
as the bodies
piled up toward the sky

Such a grim story
scribed on bloody parchment

So how to defeat
such an undefeated
ancient adversary?

Best to start with the basics
and enlist respect
as the first step
toward human reclamation
or we as a species
will one day self terminate

Picture Box Assemblage

 

Never bet against
the forces of Overcast
in the eternal battle
of light versus darkness

Hard to beat
their tactical advantage
that thoughtless destruction
requires far less effort
than creative construction

People tend to follow
the easier path sans 
complex assembly instructions

which has always been

an unwelcome obstruction

to thought free living

Climate Control

 

Fuck the muck and mire

trying to smother

our creative fire

beneath the cynical drizzle

of oppressive negativity

A candle in the boggy swamp

yields a muffled light

always in danger

of being extinguished

if we are not vigilant

to this less than conducive

thought climate environment

For if we were to lose

this delicate

flickering flame

think how lost we will be

Wandering aimlessly

in the suffocating quagmire

of the new Dark Ages

Rack Em Up

 

The incarcerated scientist

pleaded on his knees

for his mortal existence

with the unimpressed

Council of Vicious Bishops

at the height of the Inquisition

The manacled threat

put up an impassioned defense

framing his argument

that the pursuit of knowledge

was in itself

a divine duty of man

Of course he was convicted

and summarily tortured

then beheaded

for the Thought Crime

of intelligence

which challenged

the self proclaimed

sacred authority

of their Earthly power

Fast forward to today

where those of a scientific

logic based mindset

continue to be threatened

by the forces of ignorance

and defenders

of backwards political ideology

as a means of control

These dumb asses sure are relentless

and historically dangerous

Dripping Erosion

 

Let go of mercurial revolution
or quick fix legislation
that has no staying power

Welcome to social evolution

The slow roll back
of ancient hatred

When the pull
of gravitational truth
surpasses the expansive force
of current mass ignorance
this once indestructible orthodoxy
will collapse in on itself

Though before the shameful past
is finally buried
there will invariably be
a counter reactionary push back

One final desperate grievance gasp
before the dark void swallows 
the haters for good

Bigotry historically being
a tough bitch to eradicate 

To Speak or Not to Speak

 

The impassioned 

free speech defense
of racism and prejudice
has always been
the great litmus test
for us staunch defenders
of the precious First Amendment

Having to always ride
with this fungus slime
forever makes me question
whether we are on the right side
of the clear cut moral divide
between good and evil

Are we enablers of their hatred?

Do we provide the bastards cover

to hide behind our intellectual

historically ineffectual

rationalizations

based on an ancient parchment

of an antiquated concept

that fits not the times

of propaganda saturation

based mass communications?

Maybe these days

we're the useful idiots

being self played

and not they

 

The Last Flower

 

Dazed and confused
our hero once self assured
stumbles in the midst
of this endless eclipse

All comforting assumptions
about the power of truth
and justice
have been choked off
by the clinging
advancing ivy vines
rising up from the muck
of unfettered
shit fertilized 
social media inspired ignorance

Weary from battle
the defeated optimist 
lies down
and becomes consumed
by the unrelenting growth
of cynical hatred

Now hopelessly lost
deep in the thickets
of today's dominant
collective negative mindset

Emergency Soulectomy

 

This blister on my soul

Exacerbated by friction

Now an agonizing condition

A festering pus filled infection

If the poison gets in my bloodstream
it will surely be the death of me

Amputation is my only option
but is life worth living soullessly?

I ask this question rhetorically

cause so many of us do already

so I guess this extraction

would be like appendix surgery

Removing an appendage

that seemingly

is obsolete these cynical days

Every Day is Mother's Day

 

In this womb existence
our very first sensation
is the warmth we feel
with a body we share

Floating safely
in this shared universe
with a benevolent force
to the soothing rhythm
of a heartbeat symphony

Every mammal's origin
of a life eventually to be
tethered and dependent
to mommy's body
during her period of gestation

This primal love connection
is hard wired in our psyches
for the duration of our mortal lives

The maternal bond can be stretched
and even frayed severely
but kid yourselves not
deep down it remains
in the bosom of our core biology

Bad Boot

 

The vile beast of bad intention plucked my toxic ass from the cesspool from whence I was spawned Then the god damn bastard tossed me back after I failed the sniff test Such is the extent of my complete wickedness And you have the balls to mention redemption to such an evil fiend? Even Satan is repulsed by me You should follow the beast's lead

and release your dreams

of fixing irredeemable me loose

It is What It is What It is

 

We wander
these corridors gray
that all look the same

Like rats in a maze
continually bouncing off
blind corners
desperately seeking
a way out
of our mundane
stone crafted story line

Perhaps
the time has been reached
to close off permanently
the escape valve fantasy
and find elusive serenity
in acceptance
of this fruitless

to exit labyrinth

Or maybe

Just maybe

We collectively
can choose
to make a paradise
of this Hellish existence
and be grateful
we at least have each other
in our shared struggles
trapped within

this universe of unyielding walls

Perception after all
being the useful pliable
happiness commodity
that it has always been

High Pressure

 

Trying to please you
by adhering to your precious rules
is as ludicrously impossible
as taking a small sip 

from a mountain waterfall

Drowned by the sheer volume
of conflicting expectations
gives me pause to reflect
if your high maintenance attachment
is worth the torrential aggravation

Appointment Mismanagement

 

What time is breakfast?

I missed it?

Slept through

the strict time parameter?

Damn

Why must meals
be at the mercy
of the fickle clock?

The heartless tyranny

of scheduled events

we more often than not

are powerless to control

or change to fit our needs

So now we find

ourselves falling behind

Eternally condemned to be

with the legions of the tardy

missing every frickin deadline

til the bell tolls for us eventually

Shaky Compensation

 

A sweet young thing
from South Jersey way
working the poles
down at Club Double Boom

Torturing the naughty boys
with her hips shuddering thunder

and legs that stretch

from here to eternity

Preaches to her adoring legions
of starry eyed

love starved pilgrims
she shakes nightly

for their fantasy pleasure

as a way to pay her way
through medical school
but truth be told
she simply gets off
getting paid to be a tease

Pity Party

 

My pub crawl from Hell
stretched to the wee hours
as I sat like a lump all alone
softly sniffling in my Guinness

Overwhelmed
by the abject loneliness of it all

A bonny lassie from Killarney
took pity on my solo plight
and took this sad

pathetic puppy
to bed for the night

I think she knew

deep down in her heart
my boo hoo act

for feminine sympathy
was pure blarney
but I guess

her loins
were feeling

a wee bit lonely too