Have Not Soup

I hate it when anyone hurts
anywhere in our world
of massive resource

All the suffering
of the human condition
showcased on my flat screen
seems to me 
to be quite obscene

Why can't we share
and pool our wealth?

For in the end

after the coins are counted
we do share the same humanity

Does this make me
a bleeding heart
commie socialist
sissy boy?

Perhaps I am

by your definition

but in the end

I don't give a damn

about you 
and your selfish ways

Better fortify your castle
while you can

cause the time will come
when these serfs you minimize
will have their day

Net Loss

Trapeze guy

Totally overwhelmed
by the whole process
of constantly living
precariously

Performing 
his slick tricks
without a net 

Playing 
to a dwindling crowd
who have seen 
this act before

The crush of
playing the
starring role
in an obsolete
circus show

The reality
of gravity
brings our
tragic hero down

As the wayward clowns
can no longer be found
cause
they are out
in the parking lot
sucking down
apathy

Captain Submerged

The Captain has been apprised

by the experts that be
his ship is about to sink

Of course

he will be required
to go down with it

Rules of the sea

dictate top of the line
accountability

The Captain closes
his teary eyes
and grasps the wheel
one last time
as the churning ocean
swallows him whole
  
Sometimes

it really sucks
being the casualty 
in charge

Noise Void

Silence is
the sharpest knife of all

Cutting deeper
than a diamond spear

If we cry
between the lines
does anyone hear
our muffled desperation?

Score 
the work around
adaptation

Minus the audio
we gotta rely
on visuals
for all the cues
to conduct our way through
this void symphony

Dream Pushers

The talented child
so saturated in high potential

In the beginning
obliviously carries
the label of prodigy
onto the field of play

Where it's still fun and games

but push becomes a shove

and the games become a chore  
to the talented puppet
now relegated to the role
of living out the dreams
for the prisoners of mediocrity
now yanking his frayed strings

Rockem Sockem Us

We bludgeon each other
in a variety of clever ways

Damage compounds daily

Our daily bloodletting
will eventually drain
the core love reservoir
we once believed to be
the depth of all eternity

Dust will be our destiny 
as our mutually
inflicted wounds
bleed our relationship dry

We could stop
the carnage anytime

Stem the tide of inevitability

Compromise could be tried
if we could only
temper our pride
and sheath these
rapier tongues

Memory Bombing

Locked insecurely away
in the bowels
of yesterday
resides the beast
of regrets
we need release
before we can proceed
to the next memory

Perspective
will be
our weapon
of mass destruction

The coping device
to blast away the past
into the scraps of nightmares
that we will not recall
when we awaken

Chat Exchange

I sense
the tension
in your words

I feel
your fear
wedged between
reluctant lines

though we've
never met

and probably
never will

We've shared
so much
mutual stimulation
in this
social domain  

and yet

I feel you drifting away

a sudden abruptness
of conversation

foretelling
our social media
termination

Maybe you found
a better cyber specimen

to stroke your imagination

the way I use to

I'm going to miss you

but there are plenty
of other sweet id's 
out there
in the text sea

Pull of Love

I am your compass

Forever attracted

to your magnetic personality

Drawn to the pure beauty

you radiate naturally

Matters not on this planet

where I am

near or far

your force envelopes me

My quivering arrow tip

longingly rises

and leads me home 

All the way

to the top

of the world

to find the source

of this wellspring of love

I'm drawn to

You

My true North Star 

When Men Were Pretend Men

It takes a real man
to go outside the lines
of ancient gender defined 
boundaries
and shake up
the real man stereotype
that pseudo macho
real men types growl at

They snicker 
and roll their squinty manly eyes
as the role rebels they despise
tweak all their sexual insecurities

Displaying courageous sensitivity 
that traditional men keep buried

Deep down they know
the walls they hide behind
have always been cold prisons

and the real men
who break down these walls
eventually
will liberate us all

Heal Thyself

The hardest thing to do
is to change
who you are

The second hardest thing
is to know exactly
who you are

Can't do one
without the other

Hard being
the recurring theme

when trying to fix

a compromised identity

Thought Control

I wish my life
was on
a seven second
time delay
so I could bleep out
all the mistakes
I did not
intend to say

Click on
a time rewind
and edit
my stupidity away

Until that
clock bending day

I need to activate
my underutilized
internal pause button

and THINK

before foot
in mouth disease
destroys me  

Love Equation

Mr.Ostentatious
has all the toys
any man could ever need

He's all about his money
and the power that it brings 

His Mrs is about appearances
and showing off her bling

Workouts very hard
to keep that bronzed body taut

So they both get off
on what many would define
as superficial happiness

Theirs is a love
of mutual convenience

She's his trophy
and he her sugar daddy

While moralists
of a romantic bent
judge their union
as failing
the love litmus test

Fortunately
our scrutinized couple
shares not their
self righteous despair

As they are way too happy
to even care
about the jeers raining down
from the jealousy gallery 

At the Food Chain

Spider Spider

spin your web

silky threads
strong as steel

No big deal

A minor ordeal  

Unless you are
an oblvious fly
who wandered by
lacking in common sense
survival skills

The more it struggles
to escape the trap
the stickier is
the deadly wrap

Too late
for the careless fly

now destined to die

Playing the prescribed role
as the main course prey
of the carnivore's meal

Really Mortality

Flowers wither and die
by the guidelines
of their natural timeline

Beauty erodes

Time corrodes

The years pile on

Breaking us down

to our core
carbon elements

The dust to dust scenario

So it goes

and so do we

very eventually

The Write Stuff

The greatest poem
ever written
rattles around alone
in the dark recesses
of the poet's head

This secluded fetus
will never ever see
the light of day

but that's OK

Not every masterpiece
is meant to be
set free 

Lost Cavemen

She be a thorn in my side

A boulder in my shoe

A constant irritation

Her vanity is annoying

Her ego all consuming

So why oh why

am I so attracted to her?

Could it be

like every other guy

I skew superficially 

toward visual feminine beauty?

All the faults we bypass

for the lure of a lovely ass

What does this say about us?

Lost cavemen from yesterday 

Beast boys of primitive selectivity

who mounted their chosen mates

in the jungle brush

where procreation

was driven naturally

and relations conducted

gloriously non verbally

centuries before

the interactive gender

complications

of modern civilization 

 

 

Earth Inheritance

When the sun rises
and radiates 
throughout the city
the spotlight glistens off
commerce cathedrals

awaiting a fresh stampede
of gorging capitalists
manipulating global commerce

Meanwhile

way beneath
the sky dwellers 

the homeless 
consigned to
designated zones below

shiver in the shadows

Dignity gone

they rummage 
in the deadly vortex
of minimum existence

scrounging
to survive
these free falling days 

while praying 
for the coming apocalypse

which they know
will level
the playing field

Monster Liberation

We all need to realize
this beast
we are inclined
to release eventually

can not be controlled
conventionally
through time tested
methodology

All the moderating influences
we have formerly
brought to bear
will be rendered moot 
by the internal beast
we foolishly set free
from repressed captivity

Truth is the beast
we can no longer restrain
once it gets
exposed to light
all the ferocious ramifications
are unleashed

and our self induced
devastation
is complete

Sliced Turkey

Our traditions

Those behavioral mileposts
originated by generations
far removed from today

Paradigms of time

Passed down
to the faithful pilgrims 

Now performed by rote

Comfortable seductions
that keep us mindlessly
chained to the past

Why not shatter them all?

Let yesterday stay gone

Find the balls
to think for ourselves

and MOVE ON

Super Duper Culture

Welcome to
Super Sunday in America

Our uniquely us
national holiday
based on a hyped contest
played by millionaire behemoths
inside our flat screens 

Break out
the nachos and good cheer

Wash the salty seductions down 
with rivers of beer

Tribal bonding
in endless 
high volume debates
from the snippets
of football knowledge
we've accumulated  

We do so love our games

Everybody playing the boxes
and all the numerical permutations

Trying to profit from the score

The American capitalist way

Stretching the bounds of legality,
since gambling is still
one of those Puritanical
obsolete sins we dance around

A little selective morality

The American rationalization way

Customizing the law

Cutting corners when it suits our needs

Crossing over the ancient lines
drawn long ago
when self righteous
hypocritical clerics ruled

They never
would have approved
of such non pious frivolity
on a Sabbath Sunday

Good thing those
uptight types are gone 

GAME ON !! 

If Only

You blind me
with the pure
super nova brilliance
of your dazzling smile
that requires sun block

for your many admirers

My challenge
is to capture that light
then bask
in the forever glow
as your devoted satellite

but how
to make this
high voltage romance connection
when my very presence
is but a minor blip
on your radar perception?

If only there was a way
for me to unlock
the painful indifference
you convey
in my general direction

If only 
I flew with 
the angel crowd

If only
I weren't so
constantly
blandly ordinary

  

Baggage Handlers

Onward we march

Struggling to push
this boulder
up this mountain steep

Weighed down are we
by repressed desires
we keep shackled

and locked away
along with all
these suppressed urges
we know we can't act on

Buried unevenly
beneath layers
of denial restraints

Our unfiltered
subconscious
we release occasionally
under the guise
of imbibing chemically
because we need
an acceptable alibi
when we decide
to release the beast
off it's chain 

Null and Void

Here we go

Round 43

Static crackling
on our tension wire
high above
surface serenity

Meanwhile
out in the for show world
nobody knows
the depth
of our underlying misery

They still believe
the whole fairy tale
bill of sale we were all sold

Pain payments accrued

Hurt gone delinquent
now way past due

Guess we were the last to know
tis now time
to close this horror show

So don't second guess
this mutual mess
and bitchfest yet again
about me missing
a spot or two

Cause the shadow
of your  black hole heart
forced me to paint
our broken scenario
in the dark

Cyberlutionary

When emotions run high
during these
tumultuous times

and the truth blows tenuous
in all directions

Beware the slick demagogue
spinning sinuous truth text bites

His message conveyed
with cunning visual persuasions

This master new wave
media manipulator 

Feeding the masses
the sugary coated poison
that alters the course of history

Trending revolutionary

Hash tag #anarchy

The power of words
has never been
more prevalent 

Graph Hoppers

After years 
of swinging
from decorative trees
I have evolved
into something
quite different
from my original
point of origin

More like
dissolved
actually

Mutated gradually
into all
the conventional things
that I never dreamed
I would be

Is this my
prescribed fate
or simply 
my current monotony
messing with me?

Is our course
reversible
or are we
locked in
to our
slotted destiny?

Living predictably

Such respectable
monkeys are we

The Chemical Solution

The pain 
inherent in this life
we seek to side step
and avoid every day

eventually
burrows it's way
deep into
the core of our souls

the shell
of distractions
we throw
at our hurt
does nothing
but divert
our attentions
away from ugly truth

Tis the rocket fuel
of prescribed chemical lies

Under the counter medications
disbursed across the nation

The collective blood
now flows happy

Pharmacy zombies
tethered together 

The conquest is complete

Defeating the grim realities

of life in the 21st Century


  

A Day In The Half Life

Battered and worn

We all die a little
every time
we enter sleep

Casualties of life's
daily wars

Many self created

Then come morn
we regenerate miraculously
and are reborn

Rise again we must
to walk the Earth
and interact
with our fellow zombies

Being the best mutants
we can possibly be
til erosion demands
we lay back down
and die again

Pondering Succession

When humanity ends
the charred remains
of history
will be buried deep
beneath the
rubble mountain
of our insanity

First dinosaurs crashed

Then man

Who moves up next?

What species temporarily
inherits this mess?

Natural domination
is anybody's guess

Here's hoping  
they don't repeat
our mistakes

This planet
deserves better

Hope Squad

Hope is the rocket fuel of dreams Uplifting our spirits to galaxies

of infinite possibilities Actually that star far off the distance

we collectively seek

is what keeps us travelers alive If we were to ever lose this light our mission objective would be lost and the life force in us would stagnate as we all go flat line in space