Dancing the Darkness Fantastic

 

Take your emotional detachment
and clip it to my apathy...

Let's join indifferent forces
and dance the dance 
of the don't give a damn...

Screw this unforgiving light
blinding we creatures

of perpetual night..

Mambo in protective shadows
that ask for neither commitment
nor useless judgements
from us oblivious inhabitants..

Just us you and I
cheek to cheek
basking in this glorious eclipse
of blissful ignorance

The Best Ex

 

Now that we be

broken up officially

for all eternity

Let's try and be civilized adults

Today I'm just

your EX nightmare

The past is now

the only thing left

for us to share

I'm finally over you

I hope the feeling is mutual

Our scars will heal as they always do

using time as a soothing balm

When it does

and only the good memories remain

Can we at least try

to resume relationship status

as "just friends" again?

It is What It is

 

We wander
these gray corridors
that all look the same

Like rats in a maze
bouncing off
blind corners
desperately seeking
a way out
of our mundane story line

Perhaps tis time
to close off permanently
the escape valve option
and find serenity
in acceptance
of this fruitless labyrinth existence

Crumby Life

 

A stray wee sesame seed
wedged in my defenseless
keyboard existence
blocking communications
simply by it's insidious residence
in an unsecured crack

How could something

so diminutive

have such dire consequence

on my typing process?

Now please don't lecture me
about how this tragic breach
was commons sense preventable
for I now lack the resource
to adequately respond bac     kk

Dummy Nation

 

The radical tweaker
of our thought imprecision
will be beheaded today

promptly at seven

His bloody death
will not be subject
to the loose interpretations
he used to throw in our faces

with the smug impunity

of the woke educated class

who mocked our collective ignorance

Too bad for these diminished eggheads

we now hold the power of the majority

We the rigid thought absolutists
who rule with
black and white certainty
will not tolerate human subjectivity

The word "dissent"

ain't in our limited dictionary

nor will the future existence

or our obscenely literate enemies

Circle Jerk

 

The old man we used to torment

back in the day

keeps dying in my memories

We pack of snotty brats

probably hastened his demise

with our relentless attacks

How I wish I could go back

to offer my apologies

for every single cruelty

Today I am

the befuddled old man

A lame shell of former glory

Victimized by time

as yapping young hyenas 

now take turns

devouring diminished me

with flesh ripping karma efficiency

Howard's End

 

Man of means

Hard working

fast talking symbol 

of the American dream

Makes mega money

which sure attracts the honeys

Life on the road

You know how it goes

The wife knows

She looks the other way

Vows someday he will pay

but not today

She'll outspend

the pain

of his betrayal

Fast forward

to the lonely

old man today

First his wife

Then his 

steady mistress

All passed away

Depressed senior 

alone in the mansion

with his many possessions

mocking his loneliness

A friend takes the old boy

to a gentleman's club

to drool over the

main gyrating attraction 

In true romantic

love story fashion

our aroused relic finds

his final passion

Showers her 

with materialism

Overwhelming desires

Shop and awe

Affections purchased

for this transactional relationship

where both parties

get what they want and need

The Hell with the sniping judgements

riding smartass May/December wisecracks

from those who won't mind their own business

Wedding bells ring out in defiance

For the old man

and his trophy

named Anna

The rest of the story

is tabloid Nirvana

Too Mortal Coil

 

I am going to die

You are too

Nothing new
but eternally true

So why do we deny
that this demanding life
is but an exam
which proceeds
our death sentence?

Best heed
the mournful laments
of the spirit collective
now haunting our timeline
and not waste
a moment 
of this time we were gifted
before it permanently
expires unfulfilled
and unjustified

Marginal Man

 

Living on the edge of oblivion

Marginal Man exists

Content in his fringe obscurity

yet the feeling persists

He could be a player

if he ever chose to make a play

and conquered the fearful uncertainty

that his life choices

may not always go his way

All these consequences unforeseen

Impediments lurking in the darkness 

fueling current sputtering hesitations

While the Earth spins relentlessly

Rampaging through the galaxy

Time is the true enemy

Tossing aside those

who will not commit

to the natural force of gravity

Marginal Man

you best get

with the frickin program

Make a damn action plan

Dig in and take a firm stand

and for once get committed

before you and your paralysis

permanently plummet

your future happiness

into the abyss of indecision

where so many of us fools

have taken up residence

lamenting our "could have beens" 

Cosmic Breach

 

When the stars
began to pixalate
the serious realization hit
that we were all trapped
within a glitch
of the space/time continuum

Somehow our Universe ripped
and unless we can quickly repair
this torn celestial fabric
outside dimensional elements
are going to begin seeping in

Some dangerous shit

Anyone got a sewing kit?

Pop Goes the Deceivers

 

Secure within these concrete walls

where truth gets filtered in

and power scrubbed 

to remove undesirable elements

reality gets sand blasted redacted

so our view is always crystal clear..

This ain't the place for moral ambiguity..

No shades of gray to be found here..

Cause those who question

the refurbished orthodoxy

get exiled vanished

lest they cloud

our freshly regurgitated narrative..

Cause it's the objective

of the thought collective

never to be burdened

with even a hint of thought process 

that could jeopardize

our precious opinion uniformity

Though deep down we all know

this fortress of ignorance

has always been a flimsy illusion..

When the alternate reality bubble bursts

soaked to the bone we will be..

Condemned universally

as the misled mutts of history

Sacrificial Lamb Chops

 

Standing at the crime scene
with his Mrs accomplice

Adam had to choose
between Love or obedience

Does he turn her in
for her original sin
or take that fatal
accomplice bite
and share Eve's punishment?

One stinking rule
was all they had to observe

Matters not
that a victim 
of sly deception was she

but not he

Adam made his free will choice
and took his poison
like a dutiful husband should

Shared the forever banishment
as man and wife

For you see
to Adam and Eve
the vow of for better or worse
was more than a throw away pledge

It came attached
with bitter consequence
as they paid the high cost
of their marital obligation

As we their children
to this day
who mourn the tragic sacrifice
that our Paradise Lost tribe
can readily attest

Human relationships can be such a bitch

Rope A Dope

 

Diminished us

Defeated but not beaten

Now shadow dwelling

as we lick our wounds

and slowly regroup

Biding our time

as darkness descends

Waiting patiently

for our arrogant adversary

to overreach

as has always been

his historical tendency

And when the greedy tyrant

tries to gobble up

more than he can chew

we gotta be ready

to take our country back

with the mother

of all blistering counterattacks

Stand by and be ready

Switch to Beast Mode

 

You gotta stop lamenting
the end of Due Process
in our current
ends justify the means
panic saturated environment

Here in Troll Nation
the rule of law
has been designated
as an antiquated concept

Easily manipulated
as a weapon
against our perceived enemies
which will one day be

your State labeled designation
if you don't stop
your incessant bitching
about faded legal documents

from past centuries

Our sledge hammer ends

will ultimately

bludgeon your paper thin means

Birds of a Feather

 

Check all the boxes...

Record your soul

into the master database

high in that cloud place

where thought segmentation

will be statistically performed

to slot you properly

on the great cyber ship

Here you can dance on the platform

of the Microchip Ballroom

with other statistically like minded blips...

Take an opinion mining adventure...

Far above this contentious sphere...

Where filtered algorithm truth

will then be generously dispensed

by your benevolent

corporate government

in data cluster increments

for a quick conditioning trip

to our hermetically sealed thought silos

Peace through a uni-thought populace

is the ultimate destination

Third star from the Third Reich