Mules and Unicorns

These rainbows
we chase

Yellow brick
roads traversed

Junkie
dreamers be we

Addicted to improbability

Never acknowledging 
the razor thin
light transparency

Never quite

thinking life through

to any logical conclusions

What would
we ever do
if we caught
the unicorns
we sought?

Dreamers dream

on the fringes of truth

Never able to reside
in the 
cynical real world
where harsh reality
has a disturbing tendency
of crushing

half baked fantasies

Social Net

Social Net


Caterpillar Caterpillar

snug as a bug

wrapped in cocoon

serenely conceived

but don't always believe
what your eyes perceive

cause within the pod

metamorphosis
going on

Time advances

butterfly struggles

emerges 

to a fresh life

flies out
of
it's spent shell

to share it's
splendor with
the world

transformation
complete

We all reside
in the public domain

whether we want
to or not

for we all
need be
connected
socially

sharing our
unique beauty

with all the
other butterflies
of humanity 

Souls Out

Piercing the darkness on a gloomy night

Weary pilgrims are drawn to the light       

All ye faithful flock to beacon bright

To worship at the alter of this sacred site

Baby Santa lies away in a manger

Swaddled in consumer currency

Surrounded by merry elves and reindeer

All doing their part for our economy

The doors swing open at midnight

The assembled masses storm in

Seeking the salvation this sale brings

Prices so low they seem like a sin

The Fallen Angel proclaims to all,  

 “Welcome to my Bargain Nativity!”

Christmas may be the domain of God,

But Black Friday belongs to me!”

Trade Off

Trade Off


We got rules

so many rules

we make more
every day

parameters
of behavior
we MUST obey

No way you say?

Freedom of choice?

The individual
holds sway

Anarchy today?

OK
be that way

but

what If 

we all
do our
own thing

and my thing
don't mesh
with your thing?

compromise

is everything
in a free
society

Accidently Me

Accidently Me


Late night drive

homeward bound
from second job

round curve
traversed many
times before

patch of ice unseen

skidding terror trip  
into stone wall I careen

Happened in a flash

my little car crash

sirens awaken me

bright lights 

scurry scurry

neck restraint

gently put my
limp body on gurney

slow motion surreal

worried faces of angels
they can not conceal

I am on the edge
of tragedy 

feeling sort of paralyzed

this could be a coma

maybe even death

but I'm not quite ready
to die just yet

so I have to fight
to survive

to see
the morning

and my worried
family

Self Sale

Self Sale

Very mad at myself today,

Disappointed I should say

Peer pressure got the best of me

Turned me into what I don’t want to be

A suck up sycophant with no pride

Simply going along for the ride

        

So now I find myself in this bad place       

A cartoon man wearing a fake smiley face

Fundamentalist Tempest

Ideology theology

High volume
morality screams incessantly
crusading down
the holy war path

Bashing the infidels

Fake morality screams incessantly

Muslim extremists
Christian zealots

A plague on all of them

Corrupting the pious religious
principles they preach

Why can't they see
through their holier 
than thou eyes
that we all
pray to the
same God

That we all
are his flawed
children

That we all
only through tolerance
find salvation
for all the tribes
co-existing 
beneath God's sun

Power of Light

Power of Light


The world is shrinking

blurring boundaries

global community 

social media the key 

for you see

when all countries are linked

texting
chatting
playing games 

as people of the world all communicate

ignorance and prejudice

the cornerstones of hate

will crumble

The world is evolving

The Haters have had their day

they know their 
time is expiring

demons of darkness
had a good run

they know they are done

as their legions contract

the dark siders will implode 

and ultimately
turn on each other

Bitter Spit

Bitter Spit


Today's 
sore du jour

served up
on a platter
of regret

chew it up

spit it out

life will always

dish distress
a little more

We can take it

pain can be contained

feigned indifference

defense mechanisms

denial on a stick

Purge the hurt

blast it away

Grab a plate

and enjoy

the buffet !!!

 

Rebel Lost

Rebel Lost


James Dean

leather clad
sex symbol 

troubled teen
icon

cultural comet
burning bright

bridging
square
and 
hip

did his own thing
when few did

blew away
conformity

live fast
die young

rebel without
a seatbelt

Postscript

How many 
reading my words

have ever heard

of James Dean?

the legend

the man

Sometimes

I fail to understand

that the heroes
of my youth

have been displaced

by silicon based

cyber attention seeking

pseudo sham celebrities  

I wonder if
my forgotten idol

would be
such
the sensation
today?



  

Fleshy Wounds

Bloody King Carl

wheeled into the ER

Nervous doctors

commence to remove

sharp slivers

from ye olde Royal Ass

A crack commission is convened

to get to the bottom

of this rectal tragedy

The final report states

that the Crystal Castle

really needs to lose

the crash impractical 

throne of glass

Bouncing Springs

Bouncing Springs


Dim lights

late night
moonlight

mutual attraction

front porch kiss

pressed against door

passions rising

you invite me in
  
pretense falling

inhibitions gone

clothes unraveling

mattress throw down

probing tongues

you open up

ultimate trust

you accept my thrust 

glorious slide

deep inside 

taking my time

slowly stroking

patiently

rhythmically

our eyes meet

tender smiles

ecstasy anticipation

up tempo

back arched

runway clear

launch

explode
inside you

sometimes

fantasies

do come
true 

Modern Romance

Modern Romance


If we can
somehow
find a way

through all
the obstacles
of the day

to configure
this primitive
friendship

take us 
to the next
level

upgrade to a
relationship

where
we can be
completely
thoroughly linked

this is how we play

the high tech way

in the 21st Century

Meek Theology

What if

There is no Heaven?

no afterlife depository

for the martyrs and saints

who buy into the program


What if

there is no Hell?

no fire and brimstone abyss

for the sinners and killers

on God's naughty list


What if

there is no salvation?

no payoff

for our struggles
on this Earth

All we get

is this

solitary

ordinary 


fleeting life


SHIT!! (sigh)

Meteor Life

"Have a nice crash and burn"
said the cool comet
to his soon to gone friend

the volatile meteor

A flash of light

ignites the final journey

destined to quickly end

as a glorious goodbye

disintegrating

into the arms

of the indifferent atmosphere

Brief be the life

of the audacious

and bright

who dazzle

land locked us

for too short a time

Happy Pills

Happy Pills 


Alabaster salamander

white lizard unique

alone in the world

a different individual

subject to creepy stares

hates being a freak

Orders magical meds
he saw on TV

to alter his mood

retrain his brain

to transmit happy

a chemical con game

to mask reality

though he be

still freaky

but then again

so are we

Dark Poetry

Dark Poetry 


The witch
of my secret affections

my most demonic
obsession

shunned by 
decent society

her very existence
causes mass
anxiety

and yet

her impure
unfiltered
honesty

penetrates my
inhibitions and
sings to me

I desire to embrace
her darkness

lose myself
in forbidden passion

enter the lair
of her wickedness

My most lurid
fantasy

is to have her 
totally gut me

drink my blood

grind my organs
into sausage

and devour me

to finally

free me

from

my suffocating

conventional

morality

Over the Top

Over the Top

Here in the trenches

where blood and mud mix

we contemplate the 

battle just waged

and plot 

the next one

soon to be

There is perpetually

always more strategy

it is our destiny

to be planted

in these gray fields

no one in our hole

dare question why

for doubt leads

to hesitation

and to pause

is to die

resolve forged

in steel blind

determination

cause come the dawn

we will charge

back into the firestorm

to avenge the fallen

casualties

and their

ghostly memories

more and more

reinforcements

to exit into

statistic history

the cause is irrelevant

just a footnote now

 

this is personal

this is war