Mute The Mook

Mute The Mook 

The evil Mr. White

Is not terribly bright     

He’s very rarely right,

But he sure loves to fight 

      

Which he can’t do alone         

So he keeps throwing stones

Looking to generate some hate         

Best to not accommodate       

Please do not to feed the beast

Deny the fool his poison feast

The agitator will wither and die       

When he has no audience for his lies     

Billy The Bouncer

Billy The Bouncer

Away in the corner

Perched on his stool

Sits Billy The Bouncer,

The silent deterrent

Like a giant red wood tree

Casting his shadow on the scene

The final arbiter of disputes

Dispenser of club justice

Because when hormones and alcohol mix

Conflicts often break out

When these little wars occur

The bouncer brigade is called

To bring peace and order to the world

By busting a few out of control heads

Partner In Time

Partner In Time

My girl be sassy and brassy

Sometimes she makes me cringe

But I love her anyway

Cause she always makes me smile

                                     

We need a little discomfort occasionally

To shake us out of our conventional ways

When you find that person

Who makes every day fun

Get locked in with them

Together hop on the ride

 May as well enjoy the company

Of the person you share this trip with 

Good Friday, Vol. I

Good Friday, Vol. I

The extraordinary man

Is like any other human being

Only more so,

Premium grade

    

Was our hero born this way

Or a product of environment?

Probably a fine mixture

The best of both sources

Living a life to aspire to

A role model to emulate

Died on a cross long ago                       

Snuffed out for being great

Self Production

Self Production

What are we all doing here today?

Planting this good man into the ground

Taken from us way too soon

Before we were ready

         

Now we share tears of sadness

Struggling to make sense of it all

Black is the color of the day,

The uniform of tragedy

Profound words are attempted

Perspective tries to be applied

A band aid for our collective grief

Though this wound is way too deep

Even time will not heal it fully

Though we need to move on

Because someday it will be our turn

To be the star of the Death Show

Will the reviews of us be positive?

Will we leave an imprint behind?

How we will be remembered

IS ENTIRELY UP TO US!!!

Think Linkage

Think Linkage

When trying to figure out this jumble 

Of this maddening puzzle we call life

Gaze into the wide angle lens,

Take in the panoramic view

The landscape angle will reveal

That everything is connected

The Earth, the Moon. the Stars,

Universally linked

Past, present, and future,

The space-time continuum

And so it goes with all of us,

Humanity forever connected

An alliance of combined forces,

All part of the natural order

Clueless Blue

Clueless Blue

The little blue man

With his little blue head

Living his little blue life

In his little blue world

Wears blue colored glasses

To give him blue perspective

His baby sings the blues

When their blue world turns gray

While the blue little man

With his blue little head

Clings to his little blue traditions

That will someday be blown away

Smart Guy

Smart Guy

The man with the genius label

Worn smartly around his neck

Knows just enough about everything

To impress those who know nothing

This is the mark of a true magic man

To keep pulling that rabbit out of the hat

The power to be amazing

In our cynical world

Say it with conviction

With just a dash of flair

And those who want to believe

Will follow you anywhere

One On None

One On None     

The dedicated individual,       

Very highly decorated

A vanishing breed,        

Just about extinct

Believes in a cause        

Long ago extinguished

Constantly frustrated,

Always on edge

Still will not accept

The futility of the day

Just can’t get a game going

When nobody wants to play 

Abandoned

Abandoned

Here in our faded ghost town,

The community of the irrelevant

Which defines what we have become

Now that we have deemed obsolete

But how do we tell the apparitions

That their existence is now transparent?

The sunlight which sneaks through the clouds

Nothing but a mocking aberration

Shining brief light on glory gone

To the inhabitants left behind

Waiting for the wrecking ball 

To bring much needed closure

The Devil’s Workshop

The Devil’s Workshop

The good little soldier

Always follows orders

Keeps the machine going,

A chain of command thing

Is not paid to think,

Not allowed to feel

Living day to day,

Waiting for a mission

Creeping idleness

Now the enemy

Monotony and temptation

A toxic combination

For the good little soldier

Who ain’t so good anymore

Sold Out Souls

Sold Out Souls   

All the pretty domiciles

Lined up in a row

Home sweet home,        

All a front

These empty shells,

Gutted dreams

Totally overextended

Now in foreclosure

Owned by the banks,

Seeking return on investment

Slick money pushers

After the crash they wrought

Vultures line up in a row        

To scoop up distressed bargains

Driven by the profit motive,

Their souls forever lost

Speed Bumping

Somewhere just past the horizon

Barely beyond where we can see

The future of us all awaits,

The mystery of destiny

You may want to take the express

Blow past the tyranny of time

Get where you need to be

Time our constant enemy 

Speed is so 21st Century,

Patience impossible to find

Maybe that’s why we all be so crazy,

Our heads can’t keep up with the tech

Spinning in a perpetual state of acceleration

Serenity constantly wrecked

Paradise Frost

Paradise Frost    

The King on his frozen throne

Reading the latest weather charts

Trying to make sense of it all

What the Hell happened here?

No one foresaw this extreme climate change       

The dawn of an impossible Ice Age

In the capital city of Pandemonium

There is panic in the snowy streets

A grand conclave of experts is convened

To see if this calamity can be reversed     

 

The demons are having a devil of a time

Dealing with a Hell that has frozen over

Dragon Travails

Dragon Travails 

When the Dragon enters the room,

Show the proper respect 

       

An honor that has been earned        

Through the expanse of time

The legend many consider myth,

But your eyes do not deceive 

There was a time many years ago

Before the age of the machine

When the Dragon was all that,

Top of the medieval food chain

Now he waits patiently in his lair    

For the world to rotate again his way

All Hype, No Bite

All Hype, No Bite

Old Mother Seymour

Went to the local store

To get her family some food,

When she got there

The shelves were bare

No milk, no bread, no batteries,

There was panic in the aisles

Winter storm Fran was coming!!!

Media frenzy in full force

Our weekly blizzard of the century!

When did they start naming storms anyway?

Did I mention the storm of epic proportions?

The computer forecast casts a dire tale

Need to find a generator and toilet paper!

The day of dread arrives with just a drizzle

Seems the imperfect storm blew out to sea,

Just another case of mistaken intensity

$$$ Ladies Night $$$

$$$ Ladies Night $$$

Fast cars, faster women

Loose cash, looser women

Friday night under the lights

As the boys rev things up

An evening of endless possibilities

Awaits the players on both sides

Boy meets girl, boy gets girls

If he plays his credit cards right      

 

An investment opportunity

For a booty full night 

                                      

Show Time

Show Time

The crowd settles in

For tonight’s big event

Prior to going on stage

The performer pauses

Soaks up the scene

Files it to memory         

All the hard work

Has led to this moment 

When the life long fantasy

Becomes current reality

The curtain opens wide,

The star steps into the light

Absorbed by the adoration

Of the assembled fame addicts

Full glory to success stories that shine

The star power we can all plug into     

Pop Goes Us All

Pop Goes Us All

Virtual combat …

Pop...Pop…Pop…

Passion times three …

Pop…Pop…Pop…

Gangstas hip hoppin…

Pop…Pop…Pop…

Shoot ‘em all up…

Pop…Pop…Pop…

Bloody America…

Pop…Pop…Pop

Enough is enough…

Stop…Stop…Stop…

Information Blender

Information Blender

Welcome to Catastrophe

Our chaotic little state

Stuck in lock down mode again,

Uncertainty awaits

Fear is the currency of the day

The news we receive is slanted

Have to rely on ourselves now,

Take nothing for granted

Not always an easy thing to do

When confidence has been shattered

And good info is at a premium

Lost in our culture of clueless chatter

Split City

Split City           

 DAMN IT!!!!!!

Another relationship down

Totally terminated,       

Done for all time

Never saw this coming

Though they probably should have

Because duets require work

That folks just don’t want to put in

1,001 reasons why they crashed,

But the only one that matters 

Is that respect was compromised,

And this set the collapse in motion

Without this foundation

Love could not be sustained

Just another break up story

That did not have to be 

Hair Today…

Hair Today…     

The girl with the pink hair,

A pretty pastel shade

So hard to take her seriously

Though she does not seem to care

In fact that’s probably her point,

Wants to shed the somber label    

  

Extract the max joy out of life

Before the meter runs out   

Pieces Killed Separately

Pieces Killed Separately

Major Devastation peers down

On the enemy position

Calibrating the trajectory

Of the artillery attack

Fire will rain down

Like Hell from above

The enemy of course

Will return the fire

A combustible chess game

With charred soldiers as pawns

Wonder what would happen

If the players chose not to play?

Jingle And Jangled

Jingle And Jangled     

Late one warm Summer’s night       

Sleeping with windows open

I hear the soft melody

Of wind chimes in the distance

        

Random notes being played,

Partners with the breeze

So very symbolic

In a metaphoric way

Fate is the wind,  

We are the music

At that moment I recall 

How much I HATE wind chimes!

Merging Lane

Merging Lane    

Everybody in therapy,

Everybody conflicted

Everybody high,

Everybody low

Everybody breaking up,

Everybody breaking out       

  

Seems like everybody doing something

While I be stuck in my stagnation

Sure is lonely on this island

Deep in the middle of myself  

Maybe I would be better served       

If I became a part of everybody        

Battle Tested

Battle Tested

Through the haze of memory

I recall our ancient world

Before we became who we are

We had to pass through turmoil

Innocence lost,

A crushing blow

Took years to recover,

Hatred finally purged

All that remains are the scars

They serve as a reminder

Of the war which almost killed us

The battle lines drawn in blood

Today we honor our premature dead

By resolving to never let it happen again

Under The Rocks

Under The Rocks

The speaker of fiery rhetoric

Seeks to sway the angry masses

Regurgitating hateful lies

Same old fear and prejudice song

Mainstream types dismiss his rants

And his core cadre of kooks

Hard to take barbarians seriously

In this sophisticated age

Especially here in the Land of the Free,

With our democratic traditions

Mass apathy brings down empires  

Freedom should never be taken for granted

Hacker Attacker

Hacker Attacker 

The Hacker Attacker

Has penetrated the firewall!!

Infiltrated the master server

Infected the network!!!!

The Hacker Attacker,    

The evil assassin

Injecting viral chaos

All over the web

The Hacker Attacker,

The invisible demon

Wreaking cyber havoc

For reasons unknown

Just another tragic case

Of good brains gone bad         

Rumor Mill

Rumor Mill      

Did you hear the latest?

The talk going round    

Everybody scuttlebutting

A cacophony of sound

Lots of loose talk,

Nothing getting said

The conversation wanes,        

Another rumor put to bed      

The truth is a casualty, 

Reputations get destroyed

When information is lacking

Speculation fills the void                     

Caveat Emptor

Caveat Emptor

When a deal seems too good to be true

it probably is not..

Stick your nose in the package

and perform the stink test

A little first glance skepticism

in this rip off existence..

Honesty a rare commodity..

It's a “buyer beware” world..

Need to practice safe buy..

Cover all the bases..

Be the best consumers we can be..

CAVEAT EMPTOR for sure

Off Me Funger Tops

Off Me Funger Tops

Keyboard challenged Tybo Mam… 

Sorry..I meant to say Typo Man!!!  

Often finds himself in damage control       

With misapplied keystrokez

His bran moves faster than his fingers      

Whoops!! Brain was the word I intended!!

Amazing how a solitary misplaced letter

Can blow up what we mean to say  

When exceeding typing speed limits

Finger checks just cun’t be helped

CAN’T!!! Got to slow muself down

And proof read before I enter    

WTF???

 WTF???

Here in the Land of Acronym,

Nobody talks anymore 

We speak electronically

Blips shot into cyberspace

In short hand language,

Fragmented communications

 

Online 24/7,        

ESEMED

Do you get what I say?

Do you need to interpret me?

Sometimes when we simplify

We make things that much harder 

Locked Up

Locked Up

The man with the hole in his heart

Searches the faces in the crowd

For a love left behind

Cause they were too young

Vainly seeks to reconnect

With a life that could have been

Clicks on an inviting link,

Scans the social network

So many identities out there,

But not the one he desires

Can’t disconnect from the past

So hard to turn yesterday off

When will he realize

That it’s time to move on?

Kitchen Capades

Kitchen Capades

Deep into the late night

By the fridge’s dim light 

        

In a snacking mood,

Foraging for food

Excess calories abound

Nutritional value not found

Way too late to really care

Since my modeling career went nowhere

What to eat? What to eat?

Maybe that piece of gray meat?      

 

So many choices, none of them good

Once again NOT living life the way I should        

Fire In The Box

     
Peering through the flat screen,        

Our shattered looking glass

Death and despair everywhere         

Society flaming out

The  beast we have created

Has finally turned on us

The violence we glorified

Now a national nightmare

What use to be a video game

Becoming more and more real

Now is the time to atone for our sins        

Put the angry genie back in the bottle

Or we will be the victims on the flat screen

Cannon fodder for the Evening News         

Consumption Composition

Consumption Composition

After a hard day laboring

We convene at the drinking hole

For a little mindless conversation

Over an adult beverage or two

Distractions abound

As the music blares

Surrounded by games

Of every persuasion

Such are the seductions

We sometimes fall into

Pour yourself another drink

And formulate your night

Uggghhhh!!!!

Uggghhhh!!!!

Took a swig of something strong

Because it needed to be done  

Got out of my head for awhile

Tricked my brain into having fun

Said words I really shouldn’t have  

Did things I did not need to do 

       

Blamed it all on the alcohol

Shared alibis with my impaired crew

Now we suffer the morning after

Back to the Hell of sobriety

Our life that awaits when we return

From our flight away from reality 

Over The Top

Over The Top    

Been waiting on this line FOREVER       

To get a scrap of documentation

That I really do not need

But the rules force me to conform

Actually the wait has NOT been forever,

 It only seems that way 

I am very exaggeration prone

When it’s the only way to get my point across

Which brings me back from whence I started,     

Back here on this FOREVER line

With all the other overly dramatic types          

Waiting impatiently for poetic license        

A Lovelorn Man

A Lovelorn Man

See the heart broken man

In search of lost love

Frantically drops to his knees

Praying to the Lord above

Seeks guidance and direction

To regain happiness out of sight

Going to places few ever go

To make his fractured world right

Never take love for granted

Hold on tight and never let go

Or you too may lose the one you hold dear,

The precious TV remote control 

Sinking Feeling

The good ship lollipop

taking on water

Slowly descending

into oblivion deep

Not enough lifeboats

Too many people

Soon to be victims

They can’t all be saved

Who are the winners we  keep?

Who are the losers destined to die?

Luck always on the side

of the Chosen Ones

For Whom The Dinner Bell Tolls

All the monkeys in the trees

A whoopin and a hollerin

Another wild night in the jungle

As a pack of predators stroll in 

 Wearing the scent of dread 

Beneath the moon drenched shadows

No place for the faint of heart

Or the weak of intellect

They will not survive the night

As the herd gets thinned out

Nature’s way of downsizing

The jungle population 

Drought Busters

Patter..patter…rap…

I’m so full of crap      

   

Spewing the latest nonsense…         

Self indulgent noise

Pontificating profoundly
Hollow words flow freely

This is what happens

when the well runs dry

and the soul is parched
          

Dreams turn to dust

Creativity gone dry

The only way to get refreshed

is to dig a little deeper

and let the words will flow

Dearly Departed

A sunny Spring day,

Perfect in every way

A day just like many years before,

When we were young and off to war

Marching in a glorious parade,

Soaking up patriotic accolades

Old men spoke impassioned words,

For a noble cause now blurred

Lost somewhere in the fog of recollection

The war took us in a different direction

To an inferno where our demons convened

Scarred battlefields strewn with mangled dreams

Tourists today visit the manicured site

Trying to get their photo ops right

Right next to the souvenir shop stands a plaque

Recounting a litany of casualty facts

Most don’t even bother reading the sign

Now just big numbers diminished by time,

But to us forgotten ghosts who didn’t come back

Our sacrifice is more than a mere statistical fact

Not that we require any bronze statues

Dying was never what we intended to do

Heroes we became quite accidentally

Fighting forever battles throughout eternity

We are the faceless casualties of war

Still trying to figure out what we died for

Fame Game

Fame Game        

The face on the flat screen

We all want to be

Seen by millions of eyes,

Instant celebrity

Fame is a narcotic,

A blinding white star

A foolish illusion

To validate who we are          
 

State of Flux

State of Flux       

 Driving down Dizzy Street,

Took a turn for the worse      

Navigated right off the map,

A place I could not comprehend      

The road sign was spinning rapidly

Making the blur of words hard to read      

So I started rotating myself

For some parallel perspective

Only then could I understand                                

The meaning of the message

“WELCOME TO DISORIENTED”

Now I knew the place that I was

All I had to do was stabilize

To get back where I needed to be

Separation Rationalization

Separation Rationalization

Adios!! Farewell!! Good-bye!!!

How many ways are there to say it?

How many times in our lives

Do we do the transition thing?

You would think we’d be good at it by now

Have the “moving on” move down to a science

If anything it gets harder,

To let go of those we care about

Maybe we develop a greater appreciation

Of those rare souls who move us

Deep inside our hearts is where they reside

Long after we’ve said our final good byes

Displaced Penguins

Displaced Penguins

The motorboat skips over the water

Like a turbo charged flat stone

Has the world all to itself       

Riding a wave of fun times

The party comes to a crashing halt

When the craft hits an ice flow

Seems the river is freezing up

Which it does this time of year

The misplaced ship splits in half

It’s crew gets thrown out in the cold

Shivering survivors spew obscenities        

This trip could have been better planned!

Timing sure is everything

Good intentions be damned!!

Choice Cuts

Choice Cuts

Doing the things that need to be done       

Or at least the things we think we need

Options are weighed

Best guesses are made

Not always so cut and dried

Doubt has a way of creeping in 

      

We live with our choices

We die by our mistakes

This is the truth of it,

Actions have consequences

Better learn to deal with it

Or you will be dysfunctional

Doing The Deed

Doing The Deed

Struggling to push this crazy big boulder

Up this seriously steep mountain

This is crazy! Can’t be done!

The task seems impossible 

Leverage is what we need

Find the proper power angle

Recruit an army of friends for help

Organize the massive effort

There truly is strength in numbers

Cooperation gets the miracle done

And this is how we little insects

Got the crumb up our ant hill

High Road Blues

High Road Blues

The Brown Nose Brigade,

Suck ups one and all

Have performance issues,

Not that it matters

They are the favorites

Of the powers that be

Riding their reputations,

An altered reality

The truth may set you free,

But it comes with a cost 

If you choose not play the game

Chances of winning are slim

But at least you’ll have self respect

Good luck paying the mortgage with that!