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
Monday, December 31, 2018
Club Humanity
Let us concede
that hatred had a really big year
Riding a seemingly endless
winning streak
fueled by mutual fear
and a sense of dread
that by next news cycle
any one of us could end up dead
Constant retaliations
leave us seeking isolation
behind walls of false insulation
Treating the symptoms
without curing the disease
simply delays
the body's demise
If we are to survive
we gotta realize
we are one species
one humanity
sharing the same planet
for a limited time
No one country
No one ideology
No one theology
No one person
is better than the next
Peace will only come
to this troubled blue speck
when mutual respect
and global equality
begin trending
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Night Terrors
Too restless to sleep
Too desperate to succumb
The banging bass drums
pounding exclamation points
deep into my consciousness
Swirling scenarios collide
All lead to the same inevitability
Past, present, and future
shacked up in the fog of obscurity
Just another late night obscenity
Sweat stains paint the bed sheets
A masterpiece of empty dreams
Friday, December 28, 2018
Fixation Anxiety
..drip..drip..drip..
Convention demands this be
..fixed..fixed..fixed..
but I've become so accustomed
to this soothing defect
the consequence of silence
from such a simple repair
would lead to nostalgic despair
as I glumly reminiscence
about lost reassurance
from the melodic
..drip..drip..drip..
This liquid symphony
I would sorely
..miss..miss..miss
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Dented Religion
Cue gratuitous sex scene to boost the relationship with the proper physical friction to validate this couple in a very natural way Moralists do say loose fornication outside of procreation is a carnal sin
An indecent abomination their version of God frowns upon
I say
with the greatest
of pious sincerity
FUCK EM
and the hypocritical high horse
they rode in on
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Tinsel and Flash
When the No Nothings met
in the Great Hall of Ignorance
they were all quite self impressed
by their spectacle of shiny excess...
A love fest of flash over substance...
Potential encased in sparkle dreams...
The grand master mounts the stage
Proclaims the start of a new age
where camp is the new elegance
and extravagant irony reigns supreme
Sunday, December 9, 2018
Text Based Confessional
I seem to have misplaced
the precious commodity
you trusted me to hold
This cherished stealth truth
formerly in my care
slipped through my fingers
and flew off into cyberspace
I rode that cryptic message
you posted late last night
in a desperate cry
to be read between the lines
I am your conscience
Now gone viral
cause deep down
you wanted to be self exposed
for the fake saint you are
the precious commodity
you trusted me to hold
This cherished stealth truth
formerly in my care
slipped through my fingers
and flew off into cyberspace
I rode that cryptic message
you posted late last night
in a desperate cry
to be read between the lines
I am your conscience
Now gone viral
cause deep down
you wanted to be self exposed
for the fake saint you are
Inside Job
Vomited all over a blank page
Took this instant finished product and called it art
For the work represents the inner me
unshackled by the chains of civility
with all those archaic rules
of proper literary etiquette
Like all clever inventions
it defies the standard intentions
to achieve respectable artistic conventions
As with all forms of communications
the subject matter at hand
is prisoner to personal interpretations
So now I drop this wretched creation
on the doorstep of the public domain
Submitted for your approval...
Or not
Either way
I hope it at least speaks to you
Sunday, December 2, 2018
Dumbing Down To The Ground
Once the shell of civility was shattered
by stealth forces embedded in our history
events began to spin out of control rapidly
as we were now descending without brakes
Panicked prisoners were we
Victims to the accelerations of gravity
The architects vainly tried to deflect fault
of this tragedy they were now powerless to halt
but their creative rationalizations fell flat
in the raucous court of public disinformation
For fear was now the new currency
and the bill was coming due soon
From the depths of this dark anarchy
arose a demagogue with quick solutions
Hoisted high by the desperate mob
their newly anointed mad man
proceeded to systematically
dismantle the institutions
ignorantly blamed for our fall
Students of history
who warned this would not end well
were rounded up and labeled
enemies of the people
The war on rationality
would inflict numerous casualties
and in the end this mass stupidity
would bury our ignorant asses
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