Go Girl Majesty

 

Drink up my dear...

Let the booze melt those chains
of ancient sexual repressions
good girls are forced to wear..

Morning after
you came blame it all
on too much alcohol...

but there's really no need..

For it's only a walk of shame
if you choose to let it be..

I suggest you choose NOT to..

Don't allow people to judge you..

Cause their snide petty asides

are nothing but projected envy

toward those with the audacity

of savoring this all too brief life

Caress the Process

All the answers you seek
to riddles that confound
are contained somewhere
in the loose solution fragments
rattling around
and bouncing off the walls
of your muddled brain..

Take the time
to sort
and collate
these jumbled thought cells
in an orderly progression..

Then just connect the dots

and allow the clarity

now staring you in the face

to lead you through the darkness

of what was once ignorance

The Mystery of Faith

 

All of God's children

praying together

in splendid houses of worship..

Of course they also sin..

Many of them incessantly

which to me

is the height of hypocrisy

since so many love to preach

about the Lord's many requirements

So the unfaithful

sure can't use ignorance of the rules

as a fall back failure excuse..

So why the constant moral violations

that only serve to jeopardize

their potential heavenly reward?

This does give me reason to pause

if these pilgrims are truly all in

on the prospect of eternal salvation

which as I understand it

is sort of the end game objective

for pious true believers..

Makes me thank God

I'm a practicing agnostic..

Buffer Boy

 

So here I am..

Locked up again
with that mocking clock

keeping me company..

Spin freezing

my overloaded 

frozen ass..

Cause as always is the case
I try to do too damn much
too damn fast..

Only a desperate

refresh button option
can reset this busted equation
and bring about
much needed

time life restoration..

Just another band aid fix

slapped on the stubborn wound

that will never properly scar

on this poorly planned

overzealous man..

My Old Friend

 

Just another rest in peace moment
for an old friend..

Read about it on Facebook

from the thoughts and prayers comments
posted on an old pic
back when we were friends
before we too became old

and subject to the drifts of time..

Demise details sorely lacking
cause our friendship subscription expired..

We didn't even exchange

Christmas cards anymore..

Social media having squashed

such quaint traditions.. 

I wonder how my old friend died?

Was it quick and painless

or a long drawn out drip drip event?

Perhaps it was a to Hell with this life suicide?

My now dead old friend was dramatically inclined..  

Gotta get to the wake for all the morbid details

that I can share with my fellow curious ghouls

who won't bother to be there..

Gotta see all my other old friends

who do make the last respects trip..

Dressed in our best death threads
we'll reminisce on all the old stories
before we became walking corpses
now sharing our own shrinking timelines..

Who amongst us mourners 
we now barely know
will be the next to go?

Electronic Church bells toll

as yet another body gets laid to rest..

They do seem to ring louder than before 

which is weird cause my hearing 

has greatly faded over the years..

I guess mortality does play tricks

with the old senses

Fearless Cowards

 

If you've never felt
the sting of your mistakes
that slam impacted your friends
or suffered the consequences
of selfish misdeeds
then insensitive you is destined
to repeat these egregious offenses 
again and again...

This is a blessing

and a curse

(of course)...

The life of the oblivious cur

is a curious one indeed...

A cool bastard mix

of bravery and foolishness..

Destined to crash and burn

(of course)...

Cloud Cover

 

Fumbling my way through
this fog of creativity
without my literary devices
to keep me company.. 

Self doubt now rides with me..

Can there even be poetry
without sleight of hand trickery?

Stripped of all clever deceptions
there is no longer any protection
from the truths we avoid religiously..

And yet...

There is a sense

of orgasmic liberation

when we lower our shields

and let others in

to share what we feel..

At least temporarily

til suffocating judgements

cloud us in again

Moaners and Groaners

 

When we Boomers do convene
in our non tech sanctuaries
there's a general grumpy consensus
that the younger generation
are spoiled entitled brats
who lack proper appreciation
for the ancient ways
we rose colored gazers 

rolled with
in the good old days..

It's almost as seems
as if these petulant kids

can't wait 

for our bitter asses to die..

Then it will be their turn

to one day congregate

in their damn chat rooms

and rag on the faults

of the lazy good for nothing

future Generation Whatever

The Real Chosen Ones

 

While it’s an absolute truth
that all dogs go to heaven
tis also not a guess
that all cats go too...

While we sin based humans
are 50/50 at best...

What does that say about our species?

We're made in God's image my ass

Pop Goes the Deceivers

 

Secure within these bubble walls
where truth gets filtered in
the way we desire it be shaded
our view is always crystal clear..

This ain't the place for ambiguity..

No shades of gray found in here..

Cause those who question get vanished
lest they cloud our regurgitated narrative..

So much easier for us

not to be burdened with thought

comfy in the hammock

of opinion uniformity..

Though deep down we all know

our fortress of ignorance

has always been a flimsy illusion..

When the alternate reality bubble bursts

soaked to the bone we will be..

Such is the price of living a travesty

Nick and Nora

 

Let's get dressed up..

Let's go out and be seen..

Insert our faces in every pic..

Pretend we're a perfect couple
for all the social media voyeurs
sitting home in their sweats
wishing they were us..

Be the flashy objects of hate and envy..

Maybe we can even con ourselves
into believing we are happening..

Be part of the cool kid clique for once

Dumbing Down

 

Hatred clouds judgement...

Creating an irrational covenant
between facts and poisoned fiction
that diminish solid positions
and demolishes
what's left of our credibility
to such an extent
we become non serious
buffoonish cartoon characters...

Once we have devolved

to this level of pure ignorance

the dummies that we have become

will have achieved 

the proper gullible pliability

for full indoctrination

into a certain political cult

that rhymes with SAGA 

 

Quoxite Party

 

The movers and shakers..

Cigar chomping Earthquakers
live in the clouds they created..

Label them as you see fit..

Fat cat capitalist industrialists..

Fiendish lobbyists..

Deep State operatives..

They have always existed..

Robber Barons..

Lords of the Manor..

Those insidious shadow dwellers..

Owners of everything..

Taking more than they need

because they can..

Peeing down from on high

on the mud dwelling majority..

Simply because they can..

Philosopher poet agitators

can of course

demonize these ghosts

who roll anonymous..

At least in concept..

Swinging their flacid sticks

at steel piñatas

they really can't see

Futility is the recurring theme

for we would be revolutionaries

forever fighting windmills

Time Tyrants

 

To increase team productivity
our cloud dwelling overseers
brought in a renowned authority
on time management efficiency.. 

Thus commenced
the daily flogging sessions
to teach us slackers the lesson
that their sacred processes
had to be duly worshipped
at the expense of common sense..

Those thought sinners who strayed
outside the rigid boundaries laid
would be cast out
of bureaucracy Eden
and forced to wander

the unregulated wilderness
where all innovation resides

Empty Cans

 

Today I choose not to engage
in the communal festival

of shared cyber rage..

It's not that my anger has dissipated
or that this friction addiction

within has been satiated..

I just got hit by the realization
that constant conflict is a no win situation..

All this shit breeds is mutual resentment
and a major sense of inner emptiness

Don't Tug On My Blanket

 

All our useful rationalizations
we utilize to get through the day
may not always be truth
but they do become so ingrained
into the fabric of our souls
we make them fit into our reality
through sheer force of necessity..

So don't try to straighten me out
with your version of pliable facts

that may be your particular

comforting crutch du jour

that works very well for you

and your judgmental ways