Too Much Truth

 

Strolling through the fields of envy

I take myself and my gray reality

toward a better perception

in the fast approaching horizon..

Hopped over the fence..

Landed on my feet
on the other side
where the grass
was allegedly greener..

Stepped on the snake
in residence there..

It bit me so deep in my naivety
all my best cliches bled out
leaving behind an ugly scar 

of painful disillusionment..

The truth is never as good as we dream..

Embrace the Gray

 

My mood today
is a somber grade 

of unrelenting shade..

But that's OK..

A little depression

now and then

is good for the soul..

Every day can't be sunshine

and glossy rainbows..

In fact these very human

cyclical pit stops along the way

increase our happiness appreciation

when the great pendulum

lifts our saggy asses

in an upward direction again

 

Type Casting

 

At the bang bang party
the sleek feline moved on me
like she was attacking her prey..

I put up my best token resistance
in a lame attempt to save face
which was about to be ravaged..

It was all for show..

Cause both of us did know
we were born for these roles
and this assigned destiny

Damn Unicorns

 

All your self righteous indignation
about the dark storm rolling in

threatening to rain on our parade
not only clouds your judgement
but hinders our now much needed

Plan B preparations
to weather what could very well be
a tragic future reality
if we stubbornly refuse

to accept the proposition

that life is not always fair..

In fact it rarely is..

Shit does tend to happen..

So you unicorn riding

head in the cotton candy clouds

starry eyed idealists

who refuse to pitch in

with our disaster preventions

are every bit as dangerous

to our ultimate success

as any obstructionist is 

Release Point

 

You may or may not know
that the gaping truth below
flows with inevitability..

The tyranny of time and gravity
comes for us all in the end..

The whole dust to dust mortality
we fight with pointless futility..

Fear of transitioning naturally
when the lights go out

on this destined to close show..

Sometimes it's best to let go
and land into that shared reality

where all spent souls repose

Loser Influencers

 

Time to post noble sentiments
like all the other hypocrites
pleading we tone down our hate rhetoric.. 

Now we firemen arsonists
are compelled to lecture you rubes

about unity
and the need for mutual respect

of your fellow human beings..

Yes, even our enemies(wink)..

All that Kum Ba Yah 

thoughts and prayers bullshit
we are forced to dispense
every time

one of you triggered psychos
takes our hatred hyperbole

way too literally..

Can you stop being so damn gullible

and start THINKING for yourselves

or at the very least don't embarrass

your influencers with over the top violence?

Stand back and stand by..

Garden of Useful Idiots

Now that all the hatred
has been fully allocated
we shall now apply prejudice
to load up the arsenal of the ignorant
so that these useful idiots
can freely dispense
full scapegoating venom
on the heads of those poor bastards
seeking a better life
who lack the fire power to fight back.. 

Whatever it takes
to grow our influence base..

Feeding the starving weeds
their daily ration of bitter poison..

Losers desperately in need
of their superiority fix..

Little do these fools realize
that the steady stream of lies
are nothing more than rocket fuel
to push through our twisted
propaganda power agenda
that was never intended
to include ignorant them
 

Click Reality

 

I use to believe
back in my younger days of innocence
that the Truth would set us free..

Twas the most powerful force
in the Universe
that cut through all loose bs..

That was then..

Today Denial dominates..

Custom fit

to whatever bullshit narrative

you choose to create

or faithfully regurgitate..  

Pounding that square peg

into the round propaganda sphere..

Where we're at today is chillingly clear..

Social media posts of mass quantity
are valued far more than factual quality..

The tyranny of click reality..

The more the scarier..

While we of the Truth minority

cower in our bunkers

waiting patiently

for the bill to come due

to give us naysayers

a little vindication

Pushing Through

 

The improbable flower

somehow pushes through

this most hostile environment..

It grows
wherever it chooses
contrary to standard logic
or long standing rational rules..

It grows
at the most inconvenient times
in the most improbable locations..

It grows
and it can not be stopped
by antiquated boundaries
with traditional restrictions..

This is a persistence

that plants the seeds of possibilities

in all of us

beneath the surface creatures

dreaming of breaking out

Keyboard Man

I am
a keyboard man
living in a touchscreen world..

Wiseass kids mock dinosaur me
as being hopelessly obsolete

and out of touch

with current modern realities ..

Their assessment

of my lack of basic competence 

regarding all things tech

is one hundred percent accurate..

Though I freely profess

despite my device ignorance
I do possess common sense
that can't be found on any hard drive..

Not that any of this human insight

is transferable in any way

to the current microprocessor existence

we reside in today

rapidly growing beyond our control

The Lone Stranger

 

Locked away in solitary
alone with myself
in splendid isolation..

Label makers reflexively
leap into action to label me
as pathetically lonely..

I have no problem with that
if it fits your narrow narrative
that we all need to be
social animals on display..

I instead choose to be happy..

Picking my spots

when and where

I choose to participate

in this society

I've never been comfortable in..

You should do the same..

Whatever floats your boat..

That's my solo narrative

The Brave Old Fart

 

Blood in the water

sure attracts them sharks

looking to take a bite out of my ass..

Just another foolhardy scrape
in this trip of a life..

Should have practiced

safe existence and checked  

before leaping into a pool
of an unknown depth..

They say
in that condescending way
I could have died..

Oh really?

Since ancient me

rapidly closing in

on natural mortality

has finally conquered
the deterrent of death
I can finally dive in unafraid..

Liberated from the fear

of death's inevitability

we mortal ghosts to be

roll with nothing left to lose..

Our brave elderly crew

looking to go out with a bang

Doppler Tripping

 

We can no longer ignore

this mutual friction

wreaking havoc 

with the success equation..

Our expedition trip variance..

playing out in two rear view mirrors..

A disturbing element
as the gap widens between us..

An unrelenting constant..

that has taken on a life of it's own..

Now the unstoppable norm

for we prisoner spectators..

Acceleration in different directions
with each passing rotation..

The current source of great frustration
as we are hit with the mutual realization
that we'll never be together again