Left to Write

 

I write.. 

Therefore I am..

Or not..

It depends in every way
on what I have to say..

Or not..

You read me..

Maybe not..

Too many redundancies..

Bereft of originality..

So here I be
at the bottom of your pile..

Languishing in obscurity..

Just another anonymous author
writing only to himself..

Or not?

Maybe someday..

Dead Ahead

 

There comes a point
in this trip that seems endless
deep into
the indifferent horizon
that you have to trust
the power of motion
to pierce the inertia
determined to hinder us
from our current destination..

If we do survive
and somehow manage to arrive
don't you dare look back

deep into the abyss

of over analysis..

No need for pointless remembrance..

All that post trip bullshit

that sticks to our shoes

and leaves behind

the clinging accumulation

retrospective residue

which only serves to slow us down

like a persistent drag demon

as we set out to embark

on our final journey

Que Sera Sera

 

A scribe of some note
once profoundly wrote
that all the world's a stage
and we're but mere players
in this long running show..

The dude neglected to include
that we are also spectators
to this oft criticized production
rolling both ad libbed and scripted
seemingly without direction..

Life does tend to play senseless

like a warped top spinning out of control

but if you can embrace the randomness

and slip into the proper 

it's all bullshit perspective

you may begin to appreciate

the pure entertainment value

this chaos does create..

Bleeding Greed

 

Here on the island where I be
we got water on all sides..

Here in the inlet
where the land kisses the sea..

Man we were living peacefully..

If you are into existing naturally..

Beneath this natural beauty
they found a bounty of oil..

Black gold..

Texas Tea..

Our landscape once pristine
now a tapped natural resource
to feed the beast
that raped the land

on the alter of supply and demand..

For the the cause of energy independency

cause we need to be A-rab free

and masters of our economy..

We the disciples of the profit motive

know deep down that our gluttony

is gonna sink our species someday

into the same murky swamp

that buried the dinosaurs

Action Figure

 

I will never be a touchy feely
hands on huggy bear.. 

Tis the Northern European
in me I guess..

It's not that I care any less..

So do not be dismayed
if my feelings
are not publicly displayed..

Let my actions hold sway
and let these deeds 
offset my exasperating silence

 

Word Arrows

 

I have been edited
and condensed
so many times
by censors inclined
to obliterate the oxygen
that existed between my lines..

My message diminished
to the point of irrelevance

which was always their intent..

But I did manage to deposit

a word seed narrative
in the fertile soil of resistance
that will blossom and live on
long after disposed of me
is gone

So for what's left

with the rest of my days

gotta keep up the transmission

fractured as it may be..

One never knows who is listening...

oh me of little faith

 

I don't know God..

Never met him..

And since I be

an empirical

logical

rational creature

tis hard for me

to fully buy

into the concept

of a supreme being

who resides

in a dimension

forever beyond 

my limited grasp..

I don't know God..

but I sure wish I did..

How comforting

would it be

to exist

in a fortress of faith

where belief

in a force

of benevolence

would provide me

a rock solid moral foundation..

Why can't I shed

these doubts?

I'd fully buy

into the faith program

if I only could..

Instead

I shiver outside

agonizing alone

on these cold church steps.. 

Too agnostic

for my own damn good

Cracked Country

 

The mold now broken
began with a hairline crack
which of course we ignored
cause twas just a cosmetic defect... 

Or so we thought...

Now we have a real mess
all because we did not respect
the terrors of consequence
when mass ignorance
and non benign neglect
wrecked a once noble concept 

Respect the Misfits

 

I try to hide but the night goes fast..

Strive to fly but the high won't last..

The past has got a hold of me..

Life is a battle versus gravity..

Rotting alone in this pit of misery

with only the darkness for company..

No help is coming cause nobody cares..

Vultures descend to get their share..

Don't look pass me like I'm not there..

You can't ignore what's everywhere..

Politicians cynically exploit our plight..

Demonize us as symbols of urban blight..

It's so cruel cause we're people too..

Trying to survive as best we can do..

We the designated weakest links of the economy..

Retreads of a throw away society

Every day our homeless legions grow..

We'll save you a spot in the shadows

Fear Shredding

 

It's been my experience
that the key to happiness
and semi contentment
is found in the acceptance
that nine tenth
of the shit we fret about
is irrelevant nonsense
in the grand scheme
of this all too condensed existence...

Of course I have to self confess

that the identifying and shedding

of these false sources of anguish

is never an easy task

in this world of mass information

where we can Google confirm

all the scary monsters out there...

A few of them may indeed cross our path

but most of these demons never do

so don't let them be an obsession

that leads to the insidious joy paralysis

too prevalent in the horror show narrative

we far too often craft for ourselves

Mind Manipulations

 

Here in the interim
where the words are a blur
and all lines skew curved
we trend toward darkness.. 

In here the view is clear.. 

Light loses relevance..

Truth reduced to an empty concept..

Reality can be made to disappear..

The certainty of ignorance
that's easily manipulated
into pliable perceptions

In this propaganda abyss

nothing becomes everything

in this environment of bullshit

passing for modern politics

Giving and Taking

 

Gimme...Gimme..Gimme..

The young brats we use to be
learned the lesson eventually
of limitation reality..

The power of the word NO..

The need for denial necessity..

Chains to restrain the tyranny of I ...

Self interest suppressed for the greater good..

Life is learning the art of compromise..

Share..share... that's fair...

We can't always get everything we want.. 

Jamming Frustration

 

This ancient jar of jam..

A recently discovered gem
buried in the clutter of my fridge..

Between me and the contents 
is a determined lid
that keeps freshness in
and contaminating air out..

This cover vacuumed sealed
and reinforced by time
can not be freed
by the brute force of me..

So the locked treasure goes

back into the Frigidaire abyss..

Residing out of sight

in the shadows 

safe from the door activated light

as to not torment my soul

with the shame of my past weakness..

Perhaps someday

a stronger future generation

will release this beast

for now safely tucked away

in chilled obscurity

Head Tripping

 

Your desperation
is your own..

As is mine..

Meticulously crafted
and cultivated 
from our core insecurities..

Anxieties uniquely conceived
to custom fit our psychotic needs..

Bring all your personalities
in for cranial adjustments
and we'll get you properly medicated

for what's left of this trip

 

Extinction Event

 

That grinding reality you hear
is the device struggling to shift gears..

Confirming our worst fears
that the end of the mechanism is near..

And by association the termination of us..

Since we have been transformed
into a cog component
of the machine we created

If only self maintenance

had been taken more seriously

back when we were humming along smoothly...

If only there had been a fall back Plan B

for this day of break down catastrophe..

If only someone had been actually trained

to fix this machine we have become too dependent on

For you see, my soon to be defunct friends

complacency will always get you in the end

if you don't respect the laws of inevitability 

that has accelerated many an extinction event 

I guess Deniers of Bad Outcomes should be our epitaph 

            (this clip from Charlie Chaplin's masterpiece Modern Times) 

Squeaky Wheel Replacement

 

It's always the frickin zealots

wreaking havoc unrestrained 

on this once civilized domain..

These screaming extremists

will always be louder than

their true numbers represent..

Be they religious fanatics

subverting God's message

for their hatred agenda 

or political radicals

with their us versus them

scorched Earth combat politics..

Let's drive these fringe elements

back to the outer shadows...

Reinstate sensible moderates

and let the healing process commence

Apple Sauce

 

One bad apple spoiling the bunch
is a false core equivalency
where the injured party extrapolates
sins of the solitary rogue
toward the greater whole...

This stretch of guilt by association reality
to buck shot spread accountability
serves only to dilute individual responsibility

Stereotyping may be the flavor of the day

but it's always the lazy way

of conducting thoughtful debate 

Neptune Rising

 

When Neptune got horny
he thought nothing
of seducing a fair mermaid
by promising to make them human...

Proof positive
that even Gods will say
anything to get laid..

After Neptune
banged the gullible she fish
he turned her into a flounder..

Not the girl princess 
like he had promised..

So as it turned out..
he screwed
the now pissed victim
twice in one day 

Bloody Conveyor Belt

 

Post all your charred baby pics..

Buttress your case proof positive

of the barbarism of man..

Hop aboard the terror train
with your eye for an eye refrain..

That same old revenge dirge
staining our bloody history..

Once the scorched Earth crusade is complete
all the angels in Heaven will weep..

Of course the victims
of retribution will strike back
as the cycle of violence
rolls on..

I really have no use for my self destructive species

Social Contraction

 

Deep down
in the bowels of my soul
lives a sinner unrepentant.. 

Not bound by social controls
or repressive moral constraints
the snarling beast yearns to return
to jungle days of yore.. 

The anarchy and chaos
of a world without rules
made by hypocritical fools
who suppress natural urges...

Order is the poison drip to freedom...

Is it any wonder our miserable species

is so obsessed with psychoanalysis?

Searching for the source of our discontent

staring back at us in the mirror..

Once our quest for self enlightenment

crashes and burns into inevitable disillusionment

we turn ourselves over

to the wonders of mood medications..

Numbing the jungle we never really left 

with our best pharmaceutical lies...

The tragic futility of science misapplied 

Game of Shells

 

The myth we bought into
for a marked down price
off the clearance rack
was littered with defects..

The main process disconnect
was the truth we constantly seek
is nothing more than a clever special effect..

Things do NOT happen for a reason..

There is no benign guiding hand...

There is no master plan...

The concept of Fate

is just a numbing illusion
to help the chaos go down...

Tis another comforting rationalization

we carry in our coping arsenal

to battle the forces of self bedlam

Time Thief

 

If we all agreed

to boycott the tyranny

of Daylight Savings

and NOT set back the clocks

as instructed to do

by those smug fools

who think they own time

and set the rules

with their lame traditions

we would collectively

take the first baby step

toward taking back control

of our overly regimented lives...

I do of course realize

this rant is semi tongue in cheek

as it positively reeks

of being yet another

impractical cancel action

against current positions

we don't happen to agree with

but I am now officially

an hour ahead of you

and carry the future with me

Rinse and Shit

 

Once painful inevitability set in
we had to get on with it..

Make the best of the bad situation
that our inattention did create
and visit the frickin dentist..

Now we gotta finally respect
the destined consequence
of avoidance neglect

Cowboys and Victims

 

The man in minimal demand..

Drowning in social isolation..

Robbed of the American dream

by imaginary enemies

planted in his gullible head

by grifter demagogues

pushing slick victim narratives..

Of course there will be

a toxic prejudiced element

regurgitated in his hate manifesto

to document his madness

post explosion event

as he takes his AR15

along with rapid fire magazines

down to the kill zone

to exercise his God given

2nd amendment rights

for the thoughts and prayers

rationalization circus

about the mental health crisis

brought about by the socialists

when they took prayer out of schools

now drowning in victim's blood 

courtesy of the flawed patriot

who could have been

one of the good guys with a gun

if he had not voted for Joe Biden

The psycho did you know

voted for Clueless Joe...

I saw it all on the Fox News

five minute post massacre show

which came on right before

a three hour retrospective

on Hunter Biden's whores

(with naughty pics of course)

Loving You

 

I love you...

Three little words...

When expressed in lower case

it can be a degree of friendship

though too often it's used 

as a throwaway line

from those of embellishment minds

to exaggerate and accelerate

mere physical needs...

I LOVE YOU...

This upper case declaration

is the real deal affirmation

of feelings with both depth and passion...

I LOVE YOU...

The ultimate long term commitment...

Forever and for all eternity...

I LOVE YOU...

Often requires sacrifice and work...

The journey is not always smooth

but when you value the happiness

of the person you ride with 

more than your own

the trip is a joy rather than a task...

I LOVE YOU...

Begins and ends with RESPECT...

The core requirement of an equal

and divine partnership...

I LOVE YOU...

All of our lives we search for it...

These three enormous words

make all the difference...

I LOVE YOU...

I found it when I married you

three decades ago this very day...

I LOVE YOU...

My Nancy 

Accomplices

 

I really don't wanna be
the next massacre victim stat
gunned down
by the second amendment..

Don't wanna die
at the altar of misinterpretation
from a dated document
scribed by musket men

of the late 18th Century..

Don't wanna debate anymore
cause my bullet shredded body
now lies splattered on the floor..

Don't wanna be a litmus test
of hypocrites and politicians
bought and paid for

by munitions blood money..

You heartless bastards don't care

that my children just lost a parent

that I'll never see a sunset again

that I died for an antiquated concept..
 
SO FUCK YOUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS..

We soon to be forgotten ghosts

have no use for you

and your murderous crew

of accomplices 

Self Portrait Drawing

 

It's getting harder to tell
where the theme park ends
and real life begins...

Or is it the other way around?

We are all cartoon characters...

Two dimensional creatures
prancing through drawn out lives..

Oblivious to the anvil hanging over our heads
which unlike our indestructible animated friends
permanently squashes our mortal asses in the final reel...

Mourn not for the destined to be tragic ending to our story...

You know damn well the show goes on without us...

So best we all get our licks in while we can

The Apple of Our Lies

 

Step around
what seems like bad fruit on the ground..

There are NO bad apples in MAGA Orchard..

Like the great farmer they are all perfect..

Any sins you think you see
are projections from evil enemies..

Worms crawling out of the Deep State
seek to weaken the myths we did create..

Don't let them pee on our selective reality..

Keep to the protective fantasy..

Respect the power of perception..

We are the masters of deflection..

Politics over country...

Politics over morality...

Our ends justifies our lies...

Sever the Loop

 

Time to invoke
the noble ghosts
to justify your wobbly position..

Though dust they may be
in their current terminal condition
you bastards recycle them
again and again
as martyrs to buttress your current argument
and suppress dissent
that challenges the myths of glory
attached to their tragic deaths

Let our fallen brothers rest in peace...

Pawns to power they no longer need be...

Fight your own frickin battles this time...

Dumbing Up

 

Contrary to popular opinion
I am still convinced
there is no better defense
to block impediments to happiness
than blissful ignorance..

The concept that knowledge
is the key to enlightenment
while a well meant myth
will make one a miserable
son of a bitch..

Make denial your ally...

Embrace all counter realities...

What you don't know

will probably kill you eventually

but we're all gonna die anyway

so this glorious trade off

for being momentarily happy

is worth a little personal darkness

Clay Footed Breed

 

Sinners gonna sin
cause this is what we do..

The flesh is so frickin weak..

Temptations breach our walls of morality..

This much you already knew...

Hope you ain't one of them stone throwers
tossing boulders of hypocrisy
out of your glass homes..

Cause when you do crash
and fall on your ass
oh how we are gonna laugh
at such a pious fraud

Clock Thief

 

My synapse connections..

Becoming more unreliable
as the clouds keep rolling in
on the conveyer belt of time..

Doubt is now my unfaithful mistress..

Whispering chaos fragments
to this thought impaired man
now struggling to be cognitive...

Where did I leave my glasses again?

Sheep Dip

 

"When I go
I'm gonna be gone
and you ungrateful creatures
will be on your own"
said the shepherd
to the complacent sheep  
as the perimeter wolves
eagerly count the days
and await their feast

of dumb mutton..

For you see

my fellow herd crew

this support structure

a few of you bleating fools

wanna send away

cause of their imperfections

exists not only for our protection

but to guide us through

the dark forest when we are lost

In the Cards

 

Let go of the desperation
that is paralyzing your situation... 

Lose those chains of self pity
holding you back currently...

Time to embrace today's reality
and play the dealt cards as best you can...

Embrace the what should be obvious realization
that they can't all be aces 

Mental Health Mitigation

 

Not only
do miserable peeps
love company
they actively seek recruits
to join their misery symphony..

Fueled by unsocial media
we as a country
may have reached the tipping point
where depression is now the norm
and happiness the mental disease..

Until science finds an attitude vaccine

we need to put negativity on quarantine...

Let the naysayers keep infecting each other

with their rampaging bitchfest nonsense...

Try and stay above the contentious fray...

You'll be much happier this way

Callous Calculations

 

We the people species now classified
by the autonomous bots

as a rough approximation
of the standard median deviation
duly notated in the analytic bible
we are required to pray from...

So our inevitable dissolution
will be an impersonal data execution
of a cold blooded algorithm
installed to maximize program efficiencies

Once we skewed variances have been classified

and human imperfections properly identified

a massive data dump will be loaded

into all infected servers

to flush undesirable mutants

replete with defective deficiencies 

out of the now purified system