Faithfully Connected

I hear a booming voice way above me
from a source that is a mystery

Is it God or a chemical hallucination?

Hard to tell based on my current situation

Eternally tapped into this group chat force

Transmitting on a global frequency somewhere

Praying to a concept that may no longer be there
and yet faith is an up link required by man

Believing deeply in a connection we don’t fully understand

Deep Dementia

Disturbing social media generated
disinformation revelations
about Deep State infiltration
into the heart of government
may in itself be a deflection
from the insidious penetrations
of the real string pulling demons
rattling around inside my head
as I become a victim
of creeping paranoid infestations

Calamity At The Distillery

The bloody murder weapon
found at the scene
of the Jim Beam homicide
had the gold initials JW applied

This led detectives to suspect 
the victim's arch rival
a Mr J Walker
to be the perpetrator of the crime

Forensics was able to match
the crimson stained evidence
with prints
from a fancy walking stick
owned by the dapper suspect

DNA fragments of glass
found in the suspect's ass
matched those at the scene
which indicated a desperate struggle
between Mr Walker
and the late Mr Beam

Alcohol of course
played a major factor
in this tragic fatal dispute

Play It As it Lay

My words
slid right off the page
and made quite the stain
on the refurbished floor
of conventional elements
required in all decent writing

I know I really should edit this mess
but I kind of like the chaotic thought process
which so neatly reflects my head currently

One of the advantages of being a prose illiterate
is the freedom afforded to those blessed with ignorance
to float through all these regulation impediments
that serve only to impede the creative process

Modern Realism

Ever feel overwhelmed
by the randomness of it all?

Events drifting in and out
on the currents of time
with no apparent reason or rhyme

Humanity always in react mode
collectively theorizing
in a futile attempt to make sense
of the sporadic nature of chaos

Flying tattered kites
into a raging tornado

Never quite knowing
which way
the wind will be blowing

Destruction is the fate of man

So close your soon to be
permanently shut eyes

Hold on tight
and ride your ignorance
for as long as you can

Black Hole Down

All the energy
faithfully stored in our battery
has now fully dissipated
into the vastness
of the misty galaxy

Potential all gone 

Never to return

Never to participate
in the kinetic epoxy
that generated the gravity
which once held all our shit together

Welcome to the New Void
where dreams come to be destroyed

Consumed by this eternal darkness
we foolishly believed we could avoid
through the power of prayer
and misapplied science

Medicine Man

Adverse circumstances
forever in the air

The scene continually
tension filled

Rampaging pressure

It comes in waves

Head now spinning

Another bad case
of life fatigue

Took a pill

or two

maybe three?

I forget myself

Skin goes electric

Close my eyes

Light show internally

Tis all about
chemical serenity
in the 21st Century

Finding the numb we seek
to flee this life
we treasure supposedly

So I consume more
loose prescription candy
as the howling dogs
claw at my door  

Next time
I'll have to take four

Paradigm Crimes

Mr Literally
always takes life
at face value

Completely
and absolutely committed
to the narrow proposition
of perfect certainty

Nuanced interpretations
dance over
his rigid head

Subtlety is a mystery
he'll never comprehend

He's a between the lines illiterate

Him and his tribe deeply dug into
the bedrock foundation
that can not be moved
by varying interpretations

Zero shades of gray
allowed to be in play

These unquestioning
unblinking types
so easily manipulated
by statistical analytically
based predators

Always swallowing the lies
spoon fed to them
from those who rely
on mass exploitation
of the pre conceived notions
embedded in the DNA
of the intellectually lazy

Surreal Reality

All of life
as we think
we know it
reflected back
in rapidly flashing images
dancing in our eyes

Entertainment now
sold as absolute truth

The human condition
reduced to reality TV
where dysfunctional dopes
do the see me dance
and drop their pants
for profit and a snippet of fame

Messing up
a generation of kids
who imitate
the media whore
behavior they see

As posture posing
and posting
indulgent selfies
becomes the new gold standard
in social interactions

Scary Fairy Tale

The fair maiden in distress
shoots up a flare
seeking assistance
from everywhere
and anywhere

Mr Noble Knight
jumps at the chance
for a little
chivalry romance

Rides into the fray
the heroic
save the day
kind of way

Alas...

This is where
the fairy tale
ending fails

As our hero
loses his head
over unrequited love

For you see
our very dead dreamer
laid down his life
for a heartless wench
who was not impressed
by his sacrificial largess

The royal bitch
did not require rescue
from her plight
by a delusional knight

All she needed
was two Midol
to combat
her desperate princess cramps

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