Play Dough

 

The true master of deception
crafts the arc of deflection
to deftly shift focus of the eyes
from the truth to the lies
til the illusion becomes reality
as the fish take the bait
and then rise to applaud
the art of the con
that suckered them in
and relieved them of some coin 

Erroneously We

 

Bad thoughts..

Bad deeds..

Consequence..

Remorse..

Redemption..

Life is series
of mostly correctable mistakes
that leads to wisdom
eventually..

Hopefully?

Maybe??

We can stop riding this error cycle..

In theory anyway

Supreme Being In Charge

 

The God I once knew
pre shit hitting the fan
would never had allowed
his piousness 
to be politicized
like it is today... 

The Lord from past editions
would have vengefully laid
a pestilence or plague
on our disrespectful asses...

OK, so maybe he did
fire off a shot across our bow
with a little boss reminder called COVID...

Next time we may take a harder hit

Jelly and Peanut Butter

 

Fits and starts.. 

.....................

False bottom..

Comes and goes..

Feel the rhythm..

Anywhere is somewhere..

Nowhere here..

Anything goes....

sputter..sputter..

False bottom..

Fits and starts..

FUCK IT

The Outsider

 

I am 
now and forever
situated in the wrong place
at the wrong time
though I've come to accept
my perpetual displacement
in this indifferent Universe...

Being this far out of it
does allow me
the clean perspective to finally see
the landscape in it's entirety 

Muzzling Dumbness

 

Prejudice and Ignorance...

Keep these yapping mutts on a tight leash
lest they break loose from your grip
and bite you in your crass opinions..

No shame in being uninformed
since reality is such a downer
but there is no need to broadcast
the full extent of your mental darkness

Be the Driver

 

Your dreams
are all YOURS...

Never fret
what others say
or allow them
to diminish or demean
your soul spun possibilities...

Respect the boundaries of reality
but do not allow these confines
to become your prison...

At the end of our story

let it not be said

by those whose paths we crossed

that we did not craft

our own special narrative