All The World...

Everything you view

on display today
is part of the act...

So you gotta realize
what you see
may or not be
what you get...

Tis all a staged event...

A daily tour de force
for the comforting benefit
of historical conformity...

Belief in today's version of reality
is totally optional of course

Nuclear Cherry Bombs

Peeps really need to learn

how to properly debate

with rational discretion…

When I drop a comparative simile

please don’t take the connection literally…

Treating the two subjects equally

in relative severity…

For example…

“Cancel Culture is like Nazi speech suppression”

does not mean these beasts are one and the same

They just share a common trait…

Though in differing degrees…

So you can lose the false equivalency…

Wrecked By Text

I do miss nuance...

Gone are telling inflections...

The majesty of subtlety
has become a collateral casualty
of our text obsessed society...

For there no longer exists
lines to read between
on this passive flat screen
that sucks out all emotions
from human conversations

Birthday Clocking

From it's perch high
on the edge of eternity
Time watches over
Circus Humanity
as the Calendar of Forever
regulates the great clock in the sky
tracking the morsels of minutes
duly allocated to we Earthly inhabitants...

So it rolls for you and I

riding our personal timelines

now forever intertwined...

How thankful am I

for that glorious day

you joined this world

and were put on the clock...

Cause now we're perfectly aligned...

Delightfully synchronized...

Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

A rhythmic song in two part harmony...

A mutually reliant melody...

One empty without the other...

Am I the tick or the tock?

I forgot...

Anyway....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!  

 

 

The Search For Muteness

I remain
hopelessly deranged...

Thoughts scream unrestrained...

A madness symphony
with multiple conductors
tripping from different pages
on collapsing stages...

Sleep offers zero relief
from this damn cacophony...

There really seems to be

no internal volume control for me...

Maybe I'll grow deaf

to this insanity some day...

Hopefully 

Out Of Rehab

I love my addictions
like feral wild children
whom I have adopted...

As I watched them grow
they became a part of me...

Overwhelming my identity...

Smothering self esteem...

So survival instincts decreed

I had to let my loves go...

One by one they moved on
til all that's left behind

are wisps of memory...

One part dream

Two parts nightmare