It only hurts when I sleep
when the safeguards
I constructed so meticulously
are lowered involuntarily
and the suppressed me
becomes liberated temporarily..
These are only nightmares technically
but what makes it all so frightening
is the disturbing fear..
What if the safeguards someday
fail to reactivate when I awaken?
When I began to skim through
the tragedies of the day
over my morning coffee
and high fiber corn flakes
When I conveniently commenced
to compartmentalize and relegate
the daily fire storms of humanity
to the spam folder of my soul
When I found myself fleeing
directly to the sports section
for all the scores
of meaningless competitions
performed by sweaty
millionaire gladiators
in tax payer funded stadiums
It was then
my heart ceased to beat
and capitulation
to the cynical apocalypse
was complete
Your thought process
was obviously compromised
by the steady stream of lies
that you were subjected to
when you were impressionable
Now commences the process
of scrubbing away these propaganda stains
Your thinking must be trained
to associate bodily pain
when radical ideologies
attempt to penetrate your brain
We will get your head right
even if it means loss of core values
infected by this insidious freedom virus
that has seduced many fallen patriots
We greet the dawn
from our bed of mud
in a nameless place
that we must defend
Bland rations digested
we prepare our weapons
loading up ammunition
for the coming demolition
In the cathedral silence
prior to yet another battle
my weary eyes
can see
the cloud of death
now hovering over me
Attack and counterattack
two stubborn forces
dance over charred real estate
in a fiery embrace
Late in the day
as the sun yields the field
I feel that warm sting
ripping through my heart
The bullet forged for me
that I never did see
On my back I collapse
my extremities going numb
Alone with
my crimson unrestrained
Life ebbing away
My fate now written
I'm a casualty today
Into the ledger of death
with tears in my eyes
I gasp
fighting to my last breath
I see the fading sky
The last scene
before I die
And my last thought
is of my first love
far away
beneath the same setting sun
Into the light
I must now go
but I know
we will be
together again some day
Let's take dynamite
to the walls of hatred
Hit it hard from both sides
Pulverize all prejudice
that built it brick by brick
Build a new bridge
from the rubble of ignorance
and speak not
of past impediments again
What use to be before
now is no more
Nary a trace
of yesterday's reality remains
Speculation now saturates
revisionist history
as PHD's pontificate unrestrained
their best pet historical theories
After many high priced consultations
scholarly consensus now proclaims
what had passed for absolute truth
back in the day
never really was
Interpretations have been revised
to polish the textbook lies
that will exonerate departed martyrs
Victims of unyielding authorities of the past
Bone crushers of contrarian dissent
Self righteous burners of all heretics
who did not salute the dogma
of a black and white world
science defined as flat
Remember this lesson
next time a self righteous fool
preaches to you about absolute truth
Random patterns
Orbiting constantly
Prisoners of gravity
Can you dig my analogy?
I'm communicating metaphorically
about the human condition
and it's relationship
to Universal laws
when coincidence exceeds
the laws of probability
Or maybe...
I just smoked some bad weed
so my perceptions are clouded
and this flash of insight philosophy
can certainly be doubted
though I rigorously contend
when the fog clears finally
we should be able to find our car keys
What a mess am I
To such an extent
I probably will die
Not an uncommon fate
We all have expiration dates
hard wired into our souls
For this biodegradable species
is an inherently flawed model
and when not maintained properly
our lights often darken prematurely
So a little self maintenance would not hurt
For the greater glory
of the Red White and Blue
let's ship your children off to war
to fight and die for fabric on a pole
Of course the other side
spins similar propaganda
for their version of God
Better salvation through religious genocide
Tis such a rigged game
A deadly mind control charade
Religion and ideology
Incestuous fuck buddies throughout history
The Big Con run for influence and money
Always to profit the powers that be
These insidious forces
screwing us royally behind the scenes
who in the end are the true global enemy
Fuck Yeats and Wordsworth
Screw Whitman and Dickinson
Joyce and Angelou too
Fellate Ginsburg
and your precious Bukowski
while you're at it( gasp)
Go curl up with these moldy dead poets
Dazzle the world quoting literary ghosts
Spare me the lecture on their modern relevance
I'm more concerned with hearing your words
Wanna write poetry but not sure how?
Since you never learned in school
how to write a proper haiku
Can't find a decent tutorial on YouTube
on proper iambic pentameter construction?
I suggest you don't fret ignorance of archaic rules
Just say what you need to say
Let your heart and soul guide the way
Don't let structure impede your course
No need to count syllables like a monkey
Leave that to the English Lit professors
in the corner stroking their hard ons
over the majesty of classical poetry
Before spilling your confession
when offered redemption
by those who were offended
do a little self assessment
if the sin they say you committed
was truly a major transgression
or just an over reaction
by self righteous
overly critical
hypocritical
dickheads
