The Experiment

The mad sociologist
is at it again

Conducts social experiment

Picks ten strangers
from the text generation

Random cross section

Locks them together in a room
 
Takes away all hand held devices

No televisions too

Forcing them to interact socially
like real people use to do

Two silent days later...

to ignite a conversation

a book of assorted poetry

is introduced 

At first they resist

Reading off pulp
is like so 20th Century!

but eventually
the monotony is too much

and they dive into
the literary world

Discussions
and heated debates ensue
over concepts subject
to interpretation

Live human interaction

still possible 

in a laboratory environment

Can it be replicated
by choice
in real life ?

The Corrupt Family

:Christianity

Once a maligned cult

Labeled by the main stream
keepers of the faith
as the lunatic fringe

Of course this missive

brought down the hammer 
of self righteous persecution

as only religious bigotry can do

Blood was spilled
on the martyr assembly line

Cranking out the saints
who would one day have
their names
attached to lofty cathedrals

Where robed hypocrites
preached the gospel
of intolerance against those
who sing from a different
hymn book

and so it goes...

All the saints and sinners

now congregate in the same place

With stained glass eyes

behind dark glasses

that conceal their lies

and unyielding hate 

Gens Perversa

Confessional Crock

I use to counsel people

cause I'm gifted that way

Breaking down

and solving

problems my specialty

With my pint size

sound bite

slices of philosophy 

Anyway...

I would say

in my know it all way


You ALWAYS have options

Which leads to choices

and control of your destiny


Mastery of your fate


It all sounds so great


And now .....



a word from reality


a hard blast of clarity


Shit happens


We don't control the flow

  
"So how do we react?",  you ask


How the Hell should I know!


I'm not even the director

of my own horror show

Nothing more than a bit player

ad libbing my way through

this maze of uncertainty


Yet another

sleight of hand

bullshit artist

bluffing bad cards 

The Case For Heat

True love is always

a roll of the dice

a shot in the dark

but

steamy lust

is as simple

as inserting a plug 

into a willing outlet

and

feeling the charge

Why deny yourself

high octane passion?

Even if it's random

Don't get trapped

forever longing 

for story book romance

which may never come

Take a chance!

While waiting around

for Prince Charming

to sweep you off your feet

Have a quickie roll in the hay

with the sweaty farm hand

and create

an off the fairy tale
books memory

B U

I BELIEVE in me

Even when
I am shunned
by my society

I BELIEVE in me

Even when
I am mocked
by my enemies

I BELIEVE in me

because

if I don't

no one else will

Night Butterflies

Sun is done

Now darkness

owns the scene

Nocturnal debutantes dance

on neon moon beams

Stylish carnivores cavort

on the crowded roar floor


Rocket riders streaming live

getting their sonic blast on 


The forces of frolic

eventually converge

and merge under the stars


Taking flight in the night


Soaring into the vortex 


High above the pull

of earthly morality


The clock strikes dawn


Magic now gone


As our bleary heroes 

tumble off the conveyor belt


Smack back

into the arms

of flat line monotony







  

Light Up

Our tour
will now descend
into the deep
dark hole
that is my soul

We guide you
to these depths
not to dazzle you
with historical
irrelevance

Nor do we wish
to unleash the
fear beasties
temporarily suppressed

The lesson to be learned
serves as a future bridge
over your personal abyss

Light
is the antidote
to darkness

Particles fill the void
and illuminate the soul

Only an open mind
can fast track 
the healing light

It's the only way

So do as I say
not as I do

and don't
shut yourself off
from the world

Faceless

The blank clock
nailed to the wall

knows nothing at all

Hands hang broken

Batteries long ago drained

No one around

knows how
to replace them

The clock maker creator

no where to be found

Time supports
those who believe

even when there
is now way to explain

what they can not see

Belief in a broken concept

forever tested
by apparent silence

Faith in the tick tock

existing in the vacuum
of impossible

If a clock chimes
in the Universe

and no one hears it

does eternity
even exist?

Inequity Account

Proposition:

Life is UNFAIR

Always has been

Always will be

Accept this hard reality

Embrace the core philosophy


That while justice 

is one fine ideal

Happiness resides

in living real

So lower the bar

when it comes 

to expectations

and find joy

in the astonishment

of occasional fair play

One Way Talk Up

If I can self love

a wretch like me

you surely can too

So


what 's that you say Mr G?

Are we on for all eternity?

or

are you going to continue

messing with me?

What kind of deity

are you anyway?

Always dangling temptations

in front of your flawed creations

Why must you entrap us

in sinful situations?

Be a God

we can all be proud of

Enough with the tough love!!!





  

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Come inside our
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you can feel smugly
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Gasp and laugh

as our abnormal crew
degrade themselves
for your entertainment

and maybe some perspective 

We will count your blessings
on your behalf

Since you can't seem
to do it for yourself

Pumping Real

The true test of strength

is not how much iron

you can bench press

or many reps you can do 

The true measure

of human power 

is how much

you can uplift the spirits

of your friends

when they need you

Shaded Love

Teen age memories:

Girl next door..

High school prom queen..

Every boy's sticky dream..

Nightly peep show..

Forever in my window..

Her shades cracked open strategically

allowing peering me a free look see...

Eight track blasting the Bee Gees...

Her tight body gyrating sensually..

I know she feels my burning eyes

ravaging her naughty innocence..

Music subsides..

Lights do dim..

My fantasy lays in her bed..

Could she be dreaming of me?

Her admiring voyeur

who come morn

she will surely ignore 

but

not tonight

as I turn out the lights

hop into my little bed

and reach for the tissues 

Spark Life

Inspiration blast

Brain excavation

My solid thought
became an idea

evolved into
a great concept

which resonated
and exploded
into the swirl
of pop culture

Elevated through
repetition

into a fad


Went through
the spin cycle

came out
a cliche

A punch line
of a joke

Tried desperately
to rewind my creation

Too late

I had to sue myself

Messy self litigation 

for misplaced

misapplied 

intellectual property

Junkie Confessional

On those days
where all I wanna do
is stay in bed
and not
come out to play

I force myself
to ignore
my inherent
anti social
ways

and choose
to live in this
world

reluctantly

I can't hide
from life

Believe me
I've tried

Hypnotized
by technology

Tethered
to my
flat screen society

with all my fellow
social misfits

Island blips 

Transmitting
clever quips

Tangled in the
delusional web

Our cyber
shell game

a soothing
soul numbing
addiction

You can't do
SOCIAL 
by yourself

so

lose the media

from social media

and don't be

an oxymoron

Telescopic Truth

Black backdrop

Sky canvas

Speck of light

silently flickering

in a far off galaxy

Light wave express train
rolls through my eyes 

Supernova flame out

Solar explosion

Expiration date
millions of years ago
with the dinosaur crew

So you see

Even stars die out

As do we

Accept time reality

and don't chase eternity

Ghost Club

Roving spirits of the night

These apparitions
I use to fear
when I was afraid
of things
I did not understand

So worried was I
about my mortality

The whole finality deal
really spooked me

but now I see

there is no need to be
cowardly

When I die
I shall return
to haunt the Earth 

and join the legion
of ghosts who once
frightened me

Mount Suppression

Moments

They drift in and out

to be seized or ignored

These time locked refugees

fester in our memories

My window of opportunity

slams on my hands


Fingers broken
and gnarled

A grotesque display

Dreams dashed

She walks away
into the mist
of our
could have been history

Fairy tale gone

Now I gotta move on

No choice

Tis all I can do

to climb over this pile

of buried tragedies

Howard's End

Man of means

Hard working
fast talking symbol 
of the American dream

Makes mega money

which attracts the honeys

Life on the road

You know how it goes

The wife knows

She looks the other way

Vows someday he will pay

but not today

she'll out spend
the pain
of his betrayal

Fast forward
to the lonely
old man today

First his wife

then his 
steady mistress

passed away

Depressed senior 

alone in his mansion

all his possessions

mock his loneliness

Friend takes him
to a gentleman's club
to drool over the
main gyrating attraction 

In true romantic
love story fashion

Our aroused relic finds
his final passion

Showers her 
with materialism

Overwhelming desires

Shop and awe

Affections acquired

Wedding bells ring out

For the old man

and his trophy
named Anna

The rest of it all

is tabloid Nirvana