Slow floating
with the rarely seen
bottom feeders
beneath the sea icy dark
The weight
of self induced depression
was slowly crushing me
So I took a chance
and rocket fueled my frustrations
to rise from the depths
of a drawn out death
I launched myself
toward the warmth
of the solar induced lights
the temperate waters offered
Reached the surface finally
Found myself swimming with the sharks
Who poked at my joy curiously
before devouring me
in a feeding frenzy
If I had stayed below
and embraced contentment
in the security of anonymity
I would have never been
a carnivore's dinner
but would have missed out
feeling the exhilaration
of life
before a meaningful death
Whatever pops in my frazzled head goes up on this wall,,, Not always pretty, but I always strive to be a little interesting and thought provoking For more of me in less than 140 characters sample me on Twitter at @WORD_MASSAGER
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Sic Semper Tyrannis
The crowds swell by the day
Growing exponentially
with the volume of your rants
against the out of touch
powers that be
(though you are part of the elite tribe)
Your scripted indignation
has truly poked a nerve
of the desperately frustrated masses
who have anointed you the chosen one
to lead them to the promised land
The sheep can not see
the depths of your hypocrisy
and the danger you pose
to our fragile democracy
As they ravenously devour
your "us against them" theme
That reliable homily
of demagogues throughout history
is nothing more than a front
A means to an end
to scapegoat others
til the hidden agendas
become unleashed
against civil liberties
as the past becomes
the nightmare reality
of tomorrow
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Cover Up
Spackle my holes
if you wanna patch me up
Take your putty knife to me
Spread the love generously
These cracks you see
can be sanded smooth
and painted over
to make the view
seem good as new
Just realize all my flaws
your work did hide
still reside
just beneath
my new cosmetic surface
All the facade material
you slapped on
can never change
who I am
Monday, February 15, 2016
De Bitching Process
Her medical condition
Diagnosed as chronic bitchiness
can not be cured
by conventional means
so we go heavy intervention
Strap her sorry ass
to a cold steel table
Zap her crass attitude
with a blast of electrodes
to rearrange her mood process
and be a less disagreeable soul
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Friendly Reciprocations
Every time I fell
you picked me up
with a well placed
smile or two
and when internal doubt
paralyzed my soul
you boosted my self esteem
as only you can do
Now you are one
who is down and out
Tough times abound
inside your cyclone
So take my hand
and let me lead you out
on the reclamation path
you paved for me
Stalking Mythology
Through the dark forest
of enchantment history
The hunter of mythology
stalks his prey
with empirical precision
Target in sight
Piercing red laser beam
Rifle blast shatters serene
Unicorn drops
It's quivering carcass
covered in rainbow blood
Dragons weep
over their slain friend
vowing revenge
on all those
murderous cynics
who seek to snuff out
their very existence
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