Sobering Thoughts

 

Took a swig of something strong
cause it needed to be drunk
to get me out of my head for awhile

and fly above our daily muck..

Tricked my brain into having some fun..

A joyous condition oft frowned upon

by judgmental fools and moral hypocrites..

In my liberated inebriated condition
I blurted words without my usual hesitation

cause chemically emboldened me

no longer feared the monsters of recrimination..

Did things I never would have done

due to past indoctrination

under the guise of religious education..

How glorious it was to be free

even if only temporarily..

But of course the morning after came

accompanied by harsh repercussions

compounded by self induced shame..

Weakness rode in with my hung over state

as I now sought answers

for my perceived transgressions

Alcohol of course was there to blame

like a steady reliable fall guy..

Letting me hide behind the alibi

of personal inebriation..

Now that I'm back to my norm

of being a morally repressed

uptight white guy

I come attached with this disclaimer

when I binge and sin again

as is my decadent nature

Self Abuse Poetry

 

I know
this face I see
blankly reflecting back at me
has always been

an impossibility...

Not conducive exactly
to a sense of mental stability..

Maybe I really do need therapy
though I have learned
from years of crafting

insanely bad poetry
that perhaps this shitty self esteem

is a twisted kind of destiny
that was simply meant to be..

Gonna keep bludgeoning

these frickin inner demons

with a torrent of introspective

totally disconnected words..

No way

these sick bastards

can take

this rambling mess literally..

I sure as Hell don't

Piculations

 

Click on the pic that seems absurd..

So what if truth has been blurred?

As long as it supports our narrow narrative..

All is fair in hate and comedy..

Biting satire..

Bloody parody..

I take zero responsibility..

Caveat emptor..

So spare me your righteous

holier than thou indignation

directed in my direction..

I am the spreader of fresh perceptions..

I am a bullet proof messenger..

I am the reposter joker..

And you are my foil..

Reeking of hypocrisy..

Who likely will repost this outrage too..

Anonymously as cowards always do

Definitely Tripping

 

Our trip stalls
as it so often does
at the fork in the road
where decisions need be made
that should not be delayed
but of course they always are
cause of our analysis paralysis..

Where there is no direction
drift becomes inevitable..

Our crash was predestined
by the self generated forces
of information saturation 

that weighed our analytic asses down..

Leaving us at the mercy

of non judgmental gravity

that really should be

the only compass we need

End All

 

Tears have all been expended..

Now the end game commences..

A paralysis of suffocating sadness..

Unless..

I stop blaming myself..

Make peace with my fate and keep to the premise that I will not weep in this haunted place

anymore

Point Driven

 

Precision in language
is the mission.. 

Clarity of intent
improves communication content..

Direct delivery to the point
is the straight line objective.. 

Free from the applied tyranny

of loose misinterpretation..

We have the power to conquer
all these needless confusions
that drive many a conflict situation

only if we have the courage

to firmly stand behind what we say 

bravely without fear

of petty consequence

Smile Tripping

 

So many twists and turns
we faced on this life trip

with many bumps along the way...

Venturing forth without a map

way before modern GPS days..

Feeling our way through as best we could

using the best guess scenarios not always so good..

But not every move in these forks in the road

were choices we would later regret..

Somehow, someway we ended up on the same path...

At the right time, at the right place..

Call it luck, label it fate..

In the end who gives a shit

how you wound up getting there..

Happiness is all about the trip...

Our grand plans just go along for the ride..

For in the end the destination works itself out..

Dark Noise

 

All this pulsating fury
and blasting bits
of shared 
orchestrated outrage
over the great nothings
that passes for crisis
these contentious days..

Saturated with absurdity..

Shredded by anxieties..

These are the shrill people
who dominate current conversation
with their sheer noise volume

and total lack of social consciousness ..

Fret not these thoughtless opinions

for they by there very nature

are bitter transient ghosts

blasting words like flame throwers  

onto a gasoline drenched canvas...

Now just spent black smoke

drifting away

with the indifferent breeze of history

Picture This

 

Get the shot
before the moment leaves.. 

Post it as proof positive

into the cybersphere
that we were there
and that we matter
in the grand scheme..

As passive spectators
we are not allowed

by posting laws unwritten
to ever do participation 
lest we too get stained
by the tragedies of history

and risk losing the objectivity

of gawking silent voyeurs 

intent more with perfect focus

than any sense

of personal involvement  

Turning Wheel

 

All these regulations and rules
you once owned
and brandished like a sword
of shameless hypocrisy
have turned against you..

Now losing control..

Arrogance corrodes the soul
as you whine like a child
about the unfairness
of your creation
now being inflicted
on your indignant
soon to be incarcerated ass

Dino Droppings

 

Just another glitch
in the machinery
Tech Central decrees
is too expensive to be fixed...

For now
we gotta do the workaround
to bypass the defect
in our ancient process
that will not be upgraded
til the last of us dinosaurs 
is gone
along with our deleted memories..

Chewed Eraser

 

The older I get
the less I digress
myself to amend
previous proclamations..

It's not that I misspeak any less
or am now a master of language precision..

I simply grew weary of self revisions
and found acceptance
that seriously flawed me
ain't ever gonna achieve perfection

Glitter Stick

 

Once upon a time
fully committed was I
to the concept of rhyme
and iambic pentameter
because I worshipped
at the literary altar
of form over substance..

The opiate of texture..

Tactile word allure..

Mere glitter on a stick..

Easily shaken off
by the harsh winds
of what passes for truth

these unrelenting days

Crash and Yearn

 

My true love became
a password once saved
but now tragically forgotten

when our support system crashed..

Lost in the pit of self darkness
by the opiate of rote convenience..

This is what happens
when you take the heart for granted
and don't do your due diligence
to keep the precious flame safe
from unforeseen circumstance