Happening Street

This thing we thought was inevitable...
just ain’t happening

All the fears we’ve been fermenting...
just ain’t happening

All the wild scenarios we conjured up...
still ain't ever happening

Things go down for a reason

or maybe not..

Good, bad, and indifferent
tis all a roll of the bouncing dice

There be no quantified logic in play here

So we gotta adapt on the fly

Dance with chaotic happenstance
and fully embrace life's randomness

Loving Left Overs

Speaking statistically...

It can be very odd

to perpetually

tie out evenly...

To equate perfectly

and consistently numerically

is quite the mathematical impossibility...

So we gotta accept

quantitative reality

that life tends to trend fractionally..

Since we rarely tie out equally

contingencies must be made

for carry over excess

we gotta find a proper home for...

Imbalance is always a possibility...

Best embrace the solutions

when they skew messy

Butterfly Droppings

The once immaculate debutante
clad in her soiled white gown
loves to hang around
with disheveled metal bands
on the disjointed side of town
with all the other
disaffected groupies
and assorted hanger ons

Her concerned 
family and friends
abduct the former suburban princess
to perform a radical musical intervention

They tie her rebellious ass to a chair
and subject her heavily pierced ears
to a heavy rotation
of Taylor Swift 
and Katy Perry

After sweet saturation is complete
a steady stream infusion
of bubble gum pop
is pumped via IV
into her heavily tattooed arm
to close out the cultural correction session

Our reformed princess seems to have
learned her indoctrination lesson

Returns to the mainstream
to one day assume 
a pre programmed life
of doting child bearing wife
and servile homemaker

Baking cookies
while humming
Bruno Mars tunes
while group chat bitching
to her frustrated friends
about their out of control kids

What's In Store

After my number
was proclaimed

I went to the counter
to claim my prize

The clerk with laser eyes
took me in the back
to have my unregistered ass
time stamped

While waiting to be processed
two burly zombie employees
rudely threw me
on a conveyor belt  

At the end of my trip
a disinterested 
former prom queen
slapped a sticky barcode
on my forehead
and product placed me
eye level high
on a freshly wiped shelf

Dazed and confused
I complained 
to the leprechaun manager
who was not amused
that a valued customer
was so thoroughly abused   

He dropped me in a cart
and rolled me over
to customer relations
where a gum smacking teen
gave me a key chain
and a coupon
I was told not to lose

As I wandered 
the dimly lit 
parking field
looking for my car
I had the chance
to reflect
on the sins
of the dying
brick and mortar
retail establishment
and wondered
where I should shop
online next time

Pawn Power

In the corner
of our dusty dark box
we oppressed pawns convene
and plot to overthrow
the demented King
along with his court
of well heeled fools

Together we shall organize

Leverage
our strength in numbers advantage

Become an
overwhelming
unrelenting horde

Move en masse 
like tiny droplets
in a tidal wave 

Push our smug
oppressors clear off the board

This movement will change the rules

Level the tilted playing field

Make our world more just

Cause when all is said and done
there is no game without us

Paradise Frost

The King on his frozen throne
reads the latest dire weather charts

Struggles to make sense of it all

What the Hell happened here?

No one foresaw this extreme climate change
       
The dawn of an impossible Ice Age
in the capital city of Pandemonium

There is panic in snowy streets

A grand conclave of experts is convened
to see if this icy calamity can be reversed
      
The demons are having a devil of a time
dealing with a Hell that has frozen over

The crack task force decrees
extreme blow torch methodology

An army of fire breathing dragons is dispatched

The chilly invader is no match

This solution creates a massive melt down scene
and a raging tsunami flood unforeseen

Extinguishing the famed flames of Hell permanently

Somewhere in the thick steam cloud

Satan sobs at the smoldering shroud
dropping to his now soggy knees
for his best laid plans misapplied
where the cure was worse than the disease

Scarred Soul

The mystical Brahmin man
took me by my heathen hand
to walk toward the ancient temple
over a field of red glowing embers

I expressed natural trepidation
about a potential ouch situation
to the amused guru
who assured me pain was all in the head

Such a good salesman was he

This bearded minister of sincerity

So I took that leap of faith
over the coals glowing
full well knowing
skin is not flame resistant

Skipping and dancing
over the scorched Earth
like a hopscotch champion
I navigated the challenge
and conquered my fears
to the glorious acclaim
of the amazed congregation
and a pack of tourists
who posted my feat online

Speaking of feet.....

The chronic pain
of my permanently charred soles
serve as a constant reminder
that basic science always has it's place
on the spectrum of consideration
in the future affairs of man

Pass It On

Psst....

I just heard
a rumor...

A scrap of
cyber information
based on reliable speculation
from a faceless somebody
who knows someone
with a passing relationship
to an inner circle person
who just leaked out
that something shocking
is going to happen
someday soon
much to the surprise
of the ignorant masses

So...

now you know
inside information
that only a precious few
are privy to

So...

Keep this
on the down low

Don't tell anyone !!

Unless they promise
to keep it a secret
like I did ...

Chain Gang

Step inside
our human contradiction

Wrap your arms around
the paradox of us all

A core inconsistency
of this flawed humanity

Deep down
we yearn to be free

Showcase our individuality
on the grand stage
and yet
we're born to conform

First we get assigned to a family
through no choice of our own

Wrapped inside a community
where we invariably get pigeon holed

Play dates

Class mates

Social commitments

Chained to a tribe

Slipped into our slots

Gender role insertion 

Economic vice applied

Work... family... friends

Learn to juggle those many roles
til all the parts we play blur 

Somewhere along the way
our true identity gets suppressed

The years compress

Memories stored and disposed

The circle contracts

Life slows to a crawl

Time extracts it's price

We look back
and realize too late
we have been played

The paradox becomes clear
as the last act draws near 

Only in death
do we finally achieve
the freedom denied by life

Mr Anonymous

One by one
all the bridges have been blown
til only one rickety structure remains
connecting the scorched remnants of me
to this ambivalent humanity

At least we all share

a mutual disinterest
with my island existence

Once the disconnect is complete
I will be just another blip of a memory
posing as an afterthought
in the never read footnotes of history

All Of The Above

I am a gray ghost of transparency 
trapped in a black and white world

I summarily reject your absolutes

Piss on all rigid truths

Nuances I readily see 
wrapped in soft subtleties

Let's together celebrate scrutiny

Conquer the tyranny

of the binary philosophy 

You can read between
the lines too

Open your blinds
and let the entire spectrum
of light shine through

See the varied layers

Scrutinize every complexity
and realize
that sometimes
there is more than
one right answer

The Case for Fate

Sometimes
the currents of destiny
takes us to streams
we never imagined
we would ever be

Sometimes
we wash ashore
and are unsure
if we'll ever get back

This is why
the best course
is to go with the flow

Cause at the end of the day
we're all going to end up
in the same place anyway

Gargling Anarchy

The free flowing dance
is trending experimental

Semi rhythmic

Fully barbaric

Don't overthink it

Lose the judgmental

The structure is optional

Some would call this art
but that's just a convenient
well intentioned definition
of the unruly chaos
now swirling unrestrained
down the anarchy drain

Homeland Insecurity

Muffled screams
bounce off
dungeon walls

This be the chorus
of our designated enemies

Extracting facts
we need to know

Dispensing
creative justice 

A tortured soul
nailed to the wall

Such the
bloody mess is he

Now part 
of the bloody
tapestry

Nobody sees

Nobody hears

If you were
to petition to improve
his condition
and treat our enemy 
humanely
you will
replace him
on that wall

Take his pain
for your
treason

So goes the law

No place for dissent
or antiquated arguments
about human rights
in the current
lock down environment

Might makes right
here in the ever expanding
confines of Guantanamo 2020

Displaced Mutant

Triangulated me

Not fitting in
to any defined holes

Not of similar mind
or culturally inclined
with the normal side

So weary of this
lame charade

Gonna jump
off this planet

Ride the super nova express
to another dimension
where no one
knows me

Where no one
judges me

Where I can
cease being

the Alien

Small Talk Architect

The star of the party scene
holding court center stage

Gliding from topic to topic
like a graceful ballerina

Always knows what to say
with the perfect tinge of humor

A true small talk artist
this chit chat virtuoso

Making conversation on the fly

That computation so complex
for we of the tongue tied majority
forever struggling
to figure out what to say next

Little Red Cycle

We got hit again yesterday
    
A scene of major blood and gore

Monsters with sick political agendas
hammering home their twisted points
       
Why can’t these idiots play the long game
and see that terror is a sure fire failure   

The world will never rally to their cause

In fact the opposite occurs

Their message gets blurred

Lost in a crimson red backlash

Emboldened enemies counterattack  

Good people will be repulsed

Terrorists become outcasts

Now we have to hunt them down

Pay them back with authority

Send in the drone missiles

Blow them away with technology

Collateral damage is inevitable       

This is war after all

Survivors hop on the violence cycle

The well traveled path of bloody revenge  

We’re all riding a road to destruction        

Bracing ourselves for the next hit

Living in perpetual fear
is just not the way to live

A sharp stick in the eye for an eye

Bringing tears to the world

Barbarians Us

Here in gulag gray
enemies of the state
get harsh mind control treatment
every day

The hard guards
in control
seek to break
prisoner bodies and souls
with creative tortures
of their own devices

Never underestimate
the cruelty 
man can dispense
on his fellow man

Inhumanity so easily rationalized away

War is Hell after all
and the desired ends
justify the bloody means

"Better them than us"
cry the America First
snarling super patriots

Invoking the age old ignorance
while the cycle
of rationalized violence
rolls on and on

Maybe tis really
our hemorrhaging values 
strapped to the torture table
as we devolve
into the oppressive ideology
we use to fight wars against

Pondering Existence

Video window
blares the news
in HIGH DEFINITION

Grave images
rolling in
like a tsunami 
on steroids

Pain of the world

International tragedy show

Day and night
the heartbreak
is relentless

It makes one question
the very 
existence
of God
when we see
so much
dysfunction
in his lame creation

God is love?

God is perfect?

Where's the proof?

Maybe this
is one 
of them
mystery
queries
with no
definitive answer?

Maybe God
has a plan
we were never
meant to 
understand

or maybe...

we were
simply a rough draft
the almighty
tossed in the trash can 

Children Of Limited Attention Spans

I am
too easily influenced
by random stimuli
that penetrates my eyes
like an unwanted guest
who won't ever seem to leave

I am
the target audience
of late night shysters
offering slick solutions
to my persistent life problems
for the bargain price
of $19.99
(shipping fees not included)

I am
dropped from the litter
of the tribe of bastard children
born from the snarling bitch
soulless economists
classify as rampant
mindless consumerism
now spilled over
into the modern electorate

i am
part of the rotting remnants
that was the body politic
so easily manipulated
by nerdy data miners
who anticipate our every need
after they plant the thought seeds
to be future focus group harvested

i am
a soldier in the zombie army
the snarling majority
coming to overwhelm
and conquer what's left
of the feeble resistance
who still consider themselves
free thinkers
seeking to defend
democratic traditions of the past

Those once noble concepts
destined not to last

Conversation With A Conservative

An honest to God religious zealot
of a mutual acquaintance
preached that if I did not embrace fully
and accept unconditionally
the divinity of Jesus Christ
Hell's fires awaited me when I died

I told this man of a conservative mindset
that JC's godly lineage will forever be a mystery

His divine super powers are irrelevant anyway
for the words that comprised his core philosophy
really need not be validated with tales of divinity     

Tis his message of loving EVERYONE
across the spectrum of humanity
in this rainbow patchwork quilt of diversity
has always resonated with me

Even sinners as so perceived
by the rules of traditional society
were embraced by this revolutionary 
many today celebrate as the messiah

These convictions got him executed eventually
by narrow minded Pharisees who could not understand
that the message of love and tolerance preached
by this humble unassuming man
were not a threat to their sacred status quo

So I asked my homophobic holier than thou friend
of a scripture quoting conservative Christian bent
if eternal damnation would be the post death fate
of all those who today refuse to embrace
the divisive non inclusive culture of hate
that crucifies those who do not toe the line
as set forth by strictly interpreted biblical confines?

My pious homophobic, xenophobic, misogynist friend
offered me up their condescending prayers for my soul

I said thanks for putting in a good word for me
with your distorted version of the almighty
but I think I'll take my final judgment chances
solely based on how I treated my fellow humans

here on Earth

Amen...

     

Next Up

Deep beneath the city
of glass and steel 
rats scurry to and fro...

Keeping to their place
as they have done for centuries
til that glorious day
when the castles above
get laid to waste...

Then they can move up
and lay claim to their rubble domain

Old Is New Part II

Reviewing thoroughly
the history of creativity
down through the centuries
we can state conclusively
nothing is new anymore

All that is done today
has been done
by somebody
somewhere before

Word erosion blurs
and eventually erases
previous creative proclamations
which resurface eventually
in the posts of new generations

Fake fresh inspirations 
run through today's hype machine
as the next BIG thing

but...

if you Google scroll
deep into the bowels
of transcribed history
you will see
today's genius masterpiece
is but a shiny refurbished toy
with a fresh coat of paint

Hell this poetic concept
you just read through
is nothing new

Tis a rebooted version of me
from a yesterday dream
originally cyber seen
in December 2014

We eventually plagiarize our own stuff
if we manage to live long enough    

Paradise Reboot

On the 50th anniversary
of the post apple munch apocalypse

Senior citizens Adam and Eve
took the bus cross town
and returned to Eden
to revisit the infamous tree
that was the root cause
of their cast out
of paradise demise

Sidestepping
the hot dog wrappers
and discarded site maps
that littered the trail
to this popular tourist trap
they paid the snake in the grass
(I think it was an asp)
tour guide the admission fee
to see what was once
a semi pious tree 

After reciting
chapter and verse
from the book of Genesis
the sly reptile hissed
that the curse could be lifted
if the original sinners
chopped down the damn source
of their banishment

Adam now filled with the spirit of redemption
picked up a golden chain saw
that the snake just so happened
to have in his Gucci satchel
and proceeded to rapidly  
take down the offending growth
and make firewood
as best he could
while Eve busily
gathered up rolling apples
to bake one of her heavenly pies

The moment that tree
hit the ground with a thud
the snake instigator
slithered away
laughing hysterically
about the continued gullibility 
of man

The sky opened up immediately
as the immortal landlord peered down
and screamed
"DAMN ME !!!
What the Hell
have you fools done now?"

Security angels 
were quickly dispatched
to roughly escort 
the disoriented pair
out of paradise yet again

The now down tree
reduced to a pile of splinters
could not possibly be repaired

The Lord our God was so disgusted
he stormed away
to devote his attention
full time to other 
more cooperative
parts of the galaxy

Transferred ownership of the site
formerly known as Paradise
to a local tribe
who crassly bulldozed 
the whole God forsaken freak show
and turned it into a glitzy casino

Ironically
Adam and Eve
now take the bus there
once a month
along with the other
gambler pilgrims
to worship the God of Avarice
who actually pays out occasionally

Somebody Has To Ask

There have been times
during this spiritually 
confounding trip
I've pondered
the dangerous question
if God and Satan
were one and the same

These extreme wings
of good and evil
forever mixing

and switching it up
til they blur in the cosmic blender
and become indistinguishable

Our stretched souls waver 
as these eternal combatants 
vie for our favor

WHAT THE HELL !!!

Do angels and demons keep a running score?

Who resides on top of the leader board?

Is this life all a rigged game?

Did the Lord create the Devil
as some sort of sick 
schizophrenic alter ego?

A contrived counterbalance

of see-saw temptation
to forever test our wavering faith?  

Making religion the ultimate 
sleight of hand illusion?

Has humanity been conned

by a master grifter magician?

OH ME OF LITTLE FAITH !!! 

Death Dance

In my comatose state of grave

Serenaded by the soothing
blip...
blip...
blip...

Riding the sloping green line
cardio mountain range

I have for the first time
in my jaded life
found true perspective

No longer worried
about money
or job insecurity

Survival now the over riding priority 

My only battle
left is breathing

Heart beat weakens

Serious whispering

Muffled tears all around

In and out I fade

So these are the death throes

This is how the end game goes

Voices become more muted

A mystery priest hovers over me
chanting pointless Latin incantations

I chuckle at this final hypocrisy

A faint click of a switch
to take me off the machine

A ghastly tingly surge
as I violently convulse
the last gasp of oxygen
from my soon dormant lungs
that had once served me well

Death came as expected

My demise time duly recorded
for the morbid data base
in the gray clouds

Darkness

Silence

Then a flash of light...
far off in the distance

If you are wondering 
about the eternal mystery

Death is not a horrific visage at all

I hook up with a serene
gentle presence
bathed in soft light

The ancient angel 
takes my trembling hand
and in a soft voice
whispers in my ear
"Well done my son"
and with that
a feeling of peaceful bliss uplifts me

My new friend and I
slowly ascend
as we make our exit
from this chaotic world
where I never really fit in
to merge with the light permanently

I am not in pain anymore

I am not afraid

I am at peace

See you soon

Dinosaur Ramblings

I do now know
those ancient prophesies
that foretold long ago
about time acceleration
as the years get accumulated
which a fresher version of me
once scoffed at dismissively
as bitter delusions of the elderly
are not only painfully true
but they are now happening quite rapidly

I can faintly hear
those long ago departed ghosts
laughing at my past naïveté

Ahhh the arrogance of youth

Too self absorbed to hear the truth
from those who have traversed
the same well worn path

Now those spirits get the last laugh

So here I be...

Saturated in irony
as I am now the crusty relic

Admonishing the text obsessed
microchip attention span generation
to look up from their hand held existence
and savor the many diverse flavors
this very finite
accelerated timeline has to offer

Carpe Diem my friends...

Game Changer

Off in the not to far off distance
the end of us relentlessly advances

The empire we thought was forever
soon to be relegated to memory

Our once great and proud legacy
corrupted by decadent arrogance

When they pick through the ruins of  us
will the judgment of history be kind?

Brought down not by a mighty army
but by a spiritual force we could not crush

The surge began many years before
in a remote region of the empire

A preacher who claimed to be king
was executed for his treason

We thought that was the end of him

We believed we had buried his dream

How ironic that this prince of peace
would take down our war machine

Now we find our glory receding
while the legend of this man grows

They call him the Son of God

They say he died for our sins

Does he forgive our part in his drama?

Is it possible to love your executioners?

Maybe if we had not killed the messenger

We wouldn’t be in our current predicament

Soul Support

Went to the redemption center
to drop off my pile of regrets

The long haired hippie behind the counter
asked me if needed a little help

I insisted I could handle the load myself
being the proudly independent type

He seemed a tad put off by my refusal
with a look of profound disappointment

So he gently asked me again if I needed him

“Jesus Christ!” I said, “Please leave me be!”

With that he bowed his head and proclaimed

“Thou knowth who I be and yet ye reject me?”

Then he faded transparent and vanished
and my dark soul filled with white light

The redemption center is now my cathedral
where I gladly seek the support I once spurned

In our lonely little world of isolation
         
We need all the crutches we can find

Mirror Prayer

Beneath 
the stain glass canopy
the holy types do say
in their pious
sanctimonious way
that Jesus died 
for our sins

Twas a real bloody show

He then rose from the dead miraculously

It was in all the papers

but seriously ...

Who asked him 
to take
the rise and fall
for Daddy's
flawed creation?

It wasn't us for sure

and to complicate matters
the prophets constantly say
in their ominous dire way
the sequel
when he returns
at the precipice
of the Apocalypse
to save the day
will be even more
spectacular than
the first act 

What the Hell?

We flawed beings
(historically a constantly
disappointing species)
need to take ownership
of our self generated transgressions

Deal with the consequences

We gotta carry that damn cross
our various sins crafted 

Do not depend on a bail out
of divine intervention

Stand on our own two feet
and not be so reliant
on a power out there
that for all we know
may no longer care