Down Is Up

 

Been hanging by a tether thread
for so long
over this frickin abyss

Twisting ever so slowly

in the indifferent breeze

with nothing below me

but the cruel force of gravity

and some jagged rocks

that are quite disconcerting

Fretting over the fiber shredded

in tearing increments
a fraction more each moment
til all that remains for support
is a thin filament

with a broken future

I realize finally

after much wasted consternation 
the crashing 

now inevitable disconnect

I have long dreaded
will in reality
be my liberation

from chronic death anxiety

Down the Mudslide

These hardened walls we did create
of packed down dirt and delusions
have been dangerously softened
by the drip drip fact droplets
threatening our very denial existence...

Once mud saturation is reached

all barriers to truth will be breached

and our alternate reality bubble 
will collapse under it's own weight...

Push back blame will be dispensed
in one last gasp of accountability
by the citizens now muck drenched...

Deep down we all realized

our newly fashioned shroud of lies

carries the brand of the self deceived

who believe only what they wanna believe

Wither MAGA

 

Deeper we sink into this pit
of rationalization bullshit..

Weighed down by the chains
of denial and embarrassment
it's now beyond a daunting challenge
for us to climb out..

Pride will not allow us to admit
we were duped by a slickster 

who sent us down the wrong path

that led to our current descent...

Now comes consequence
we can no longer deflect ...

When history passes judgement

will it condemn our mass ignorance

or take into consideration

the slow boil desperation

that drove a large segment of the populace

to abandon common sense

and leap into this dark hole? 

The Jumbo Machine

 

Tell me no painful truths..

Tell me no contrary reality..

No limits to lie dimensions
if it fits the current narrative
we've been programmed to believe..

Give us this day
our ration of blast grievance

to focus the hatred of the Collective

on our designated enemy

Crank the dial of prejudice

to full scapegoat mode..

While we are at it

let's throw a monster rally

like they did back in times

when mega nationalists held sway

Cult Leader will crank the volume

as only the great man can..

Owning our insidious enemy

with blistering buzz phrases

of glorious negativity 

Telling the assembled throng

we are guaranteed to win

in this media photo op age

where crowd size makes right

    

Muddy Waterfall

 

The mega contrarian
we engage during times
of extreme frustrations
feels no need for standard consensus..

So excessive is he
with his negative commentary

and strength of mad convictions

we gravitate to him naturally

making him our grievance leader

by popular acclamation...

Today in a fit of inspired rage

he proclaims himself anti gravity...

Declaring war 
on a universal cosmic force

of some scientific import

that holds our movement down

in this quagmire they dare call solid ground...

This outrageous pronouncement

makes us love him even more of course
for his rebellious purity

and fearlessness of consequence

When the forces of authority

finally begin to pay attention

of this anti everything man

they will descend with a vengeance

to cart our anger focal point away

On that sad day

we will collectively rage

and make grandiose plans

to liberate our hero

the establishment had done wrong..

Only then

after the smoke dissipates

will we finally see

that this beast we did create

wanted to be nothing more

than a flash martyr all along..

Just another false populist prophet..

Cashing in on his contrived movement..

Disillusioned us

will tumble back into a society

that looks down on our existence

as deplorables awash in ignorance...

Alone again..

Til the next savior drops in..

Maybe at that time

we'll have he the numbers on our side

in this perpetual us versus them conflict...

Only then can we defeat gravity and rise

Waiting on the Credits

 

That powerless feeling
of being a spectator
in your own life...

Sitting in the back row
watching the movie play out
like a flickering shadow
of a dying tree
swaying in the persistent

currents of time...

You know the show is gonna end...

Now just a question of how and when

Speed Bumping

 

Linger not all day 

in the history aisle..

Stay with the here and now for awhile...

Though the present may sting

and happiness severely lacking

opportunity is always lurking

in places you never expect..

Today's pain 

which seems so chronic

and doggedly persistent

will soon be filtered

by the rising waters of time..

 
Current hurts diluted away
by the balm of suppressed memories

that while never deleted permanently

will get sunk to the dark depths

of a shadowy forgotten trench

This immersed shit

may get dredged up occasionally...

Usually accidentally

when we choose to reminisce

and take refuge in "The good old days"

that were not as great

as we desperately wanna believe

So these sour blasts from the past

do serve a necessary task...

Providing much needed perspective

as a counter balance

to rose colored nostalgia

that lures us in

to a dangerous trap

that yesterday was all that

 

Unsung Champions

 

You too can be
a hero of heroic deeds...

Doer of brave 
and noble things...

Not as hard as it may seem..

Courage is not only
running into a fire
to save a stranger...

It's not just confined

to physical feats

of daring do..

Or even taking the hits

of unjust consequence

to do what you feel is right

Courage is
staring down your demons..

Big and small alike..

Senseless and irrational..

Now doing your duty
for your family...

Simply being there day and night...

Wearing the yoke of obligations..

Without complaint or gripe..

That's quite the accomplishment..

It takes a lotta guts
to be a responsible adult

Rolling Dystopian

 

The Revolution unpeels

Ugly truths revealed

Former friends coerced to repent
lest they march to the guillotine

  
Welcome to Disillusionment
as disingenuous demons
hold out their slimy hands

"Join our lesser of two evils crusade"

they hiss cynically
to we numb prisoners
who really never had a chance
fighting against such a stacked deck

The air now reeks of capitulation

A putrid sweet chemical stench

impossible to describe

Now we new citizens
have been properly indoctrinated

The memories
of our former subversive lives
power washed and obliterated

Freshly minted members
of the one thought collective

dutifully motivated

Though still not fully trusted...

Cause whenever we pass
former comrades in the street
a flash from suppressed yesterdays
penetrates our conditioning

As we nod unknowingly

to our buried past
like a reflex action
our new masters
will never fully control

Surviving Whatever

 

Run for cover
when she rolls her eyes
and wistfully replies
wrapped in a mournful sigh
the dreaded
WHATEVER...

Feel the earth crumbling
beneath your feet
and brace
for the inevitable
conversation crushing
Death Star corollary
I TOLD YOU SO...

Our outmanned

woefully outgunned gender

has to always remember

that any battle engagement

in a war of words skirmish

with the feminine side

will invariably lead

to our pride gutting demise...

Her verbal skills are far superior..

Her memory of past slights dominates..

If it comes to a war of sexual attrition

she possesses the biological resources

to outlast and torture you with your own needs..

This is one relentless adversary

with skills crafted and honed..

A battle hardened veteran

of many intergender skirmishes

with warriors of her own kind...

Against such formidable opposition

the only sensible survival position

is to yield the field of this argument

and live to die another day

  

Mother Machine

 

Fear not the A.I. revolution
coming to a device near you... 

The next advancement in tech
is not going to mutate like SkyNet
and turn civilization into a smoldering wreck..

I got news for both you humanists
along with the disciples of theology...

We've turned this beautiful world
we inherited from the dinosaurs
into such a muddled mess 
maybe it's the next logical step 
in the evolution of the time line
that the machines get a crack
at taking the wheel of planetary destiny

The Broken Opposition

 

All the best grievances
from the battered warriors
who long ago
lost the cultural war
have been submitted
and beaten to death
ad infinitum..

And yet they persist

with increasing futility...

Clock battlers of a reality

they no longer fit in to

as their former dominance

unjust as it was

slips into the abyss

of desperate combat politics

Now reborn and refurbished
as martyrs of progress..

They play their frayed victim cards
in a last desperate gasp
to be relevant...

These sorry misfits of history

will turn on themselves eventually

and land in the crevices of a past

replete with hatred and prejudices

we would all like to forget

Herd Finality

 

Decibel levels rolling on explode..

Ear drums commence to implode..

When the sheer volume
of mass projected deceptions
crushes the tragically fragile filters
we designed for our own self protection
the flood of lies will infiltrate
and saturate our every action...

We are now indoctrinated...

Easily controlled and manipulated...

Freed from the burden of thought...

Which I guess deep down
is what we've always wanted

Off the Tarnished Path

 

Through the nuclear haze
of our dystopian garden
the flowers grow radioactive..

Bees lay dead all around..

Seems they didn't get the memo

not to trust the new organic

that freely sprouts from the glowing ground..

Guess they could not suppress 

their destined to be fatal desperation

that landed them in a no win situation..

Blessed be the fruit of the new normal..

Fortunately we as the dominant species

fancy ourselves more evolved..

We know the scarecrow is hollow
but we feel compelled to follow
cause he speaks with zero doubt
that he knows the way out..

A real modern sleight of hand show..

Nowhere over the rainbow

as our once dominant species

crashes into extinction

Person to Person

 

Oh how we rolled
crude but effectively
in the low tech
20th Century...

Feuds were much more personal..

Tone and voice inflection
well honed weapons..

Dagger words slashed with precision..

None of this text acronym crap..

No dueling cartoon emoji wars..

Emotions spilled all too real
back in the bygone day
when we cavemen held sway..

Our senses monitors were set to Feel..

Human connection was a big deal...

Internal antennas measured
nuanced subtleties..

Though often not very accurately..

Bitter fall out from misinterpretation 

So maybe modern blip speak is the best way..

Less chance for fractured communications..

So we Boomer dinosaurs best quickly adapt
to this alien domain we find so strange

lest we go the way of the VCR

and rotary phones

Falling Inevitable

 

Out of respect
and a sense
of historical context
we stuck to the plan... 

The ending was a chapter
none of us did expect
when this all began...

Though in retrospect
it was quite obvious
all along
we were married
to an antiquated concept
that in the end
was never meant to last

Tumbling Down

 

Cruising down the highway...

Speed limit exceeded...

Much to your dismay
you see a cop car

in the mirror rear view...

What do you do?

A driver who is prudent
slows down

to comply with the law
while a motorist who rolls arrogant
speeds up...

When arrested
they offer up the defense
that everyone was doing it...

Screams about the injustice
for getting busted
doing 125
in a 65 mph zone..

The judge of course rejects
this false equivalency
because after all 
the law is the law...

So tread lightly my MAGA friends
when defending a reckless jaded man
Hell bent on crashing your movement 

History will not be kind

to all you partisan enablers

of a lame rationalization mind

Get off the cliff bound bus

while you still can

Down the Meat Aisle

 

We carnivores
of an alleged sensitive bent
rip into barbecued flesh
glazed in selective ignorance..

Skimming past the cruelty
inflicted on the grilled carcass
we are currently devouring..

Our indignant vegan friends
who ride shotgun with angels
skewer our hypocrisy
with their anti meat arguments
as we respond...

"Pass the ketchup"..

Though deep down

in the clogged bowels

of our lost conscience

we know that everybody

from our whole predatory

dominant species

is destined to be

the tasty prey

for ravenous worms

feasting on our mortality...

Karma patiently rides a life cycle

Pissy People

 

Pity the existence
of the outrage magnet..

Awash in perpetual grievance
from affairs not their business..

Pin balling from offense to offense..

Cancel this.. Cancel that..

Boycott the whole woke planet..

Til there is nothing left
but fellow pissed of hypocrites·
now bored out of their narrow minds 

with only each other to protest

Empirically Bent

 

Two plus two is three... 

This is the new math you see...

Where nothing equates
like it use to
when we lived logically...

Do not dispute
the new truth
lest ye be subtracted
and treated negatively
by the collective PC
that will cancel you
for computing heresy 

The Slow Drip of Progress

 

Let go of mercurial revolution

or quick fix legislation

that has no staying power

Welcome to social evolution

The slow roll back

of ancient hatred

When the pull
of gravitational truth
surpasses the expansive force
of current mass ignorance
this once indestructible orthodoxy
will collapse in on itself

Though before the shameful past
is finally buried
there will invariably be

a counter reactionary push back

One final desperate grievance gasp
before the dark void swallows 

the haters for good

Bigotry historically being

a tough bitch to eradicate 

Black Hole Motel

 

Human connections
always problematic..

Shadows of intrigue
creep into the conversation..

Truth is up for grabs
cause the deeper we go
the less we know..

Best not to make
any long term plans
for those tomorrows
we can't understand

as we drift into nothingness..

Slipping through a rip

in the space time continuum  

This doorless room

in the cold vacuum

rolls nonjudgmental..

Shuttered windows..

No outlets..

A Universe bereft of light..

Perpetual night..

Beyond tomorrow..

Well past the vastness of infinity..

Enlightenment

is the hard acknowledgment

that we as a species

are just passing through

Movin On Up

 

Excessive donations

will buy you

a cushy location

for your impending eternity..

Open your hearts and wallets

and give generously

to the Church of Me..

Once the check clears

I'll use my pious connections

to secure your eternal placement

in the gated upscale section of Heaven 

Power to the Algorithm

 

Study the facts
but only the ones we select..

Draw your own conclusions
implanted by us..

We let you connect the dots
to create the picture
that fits our narrative..

Now spread the packaged word

on every thought outlet..

Weaponized mass opinions..

All part of a narrow
organized social media assault
to move the needle in our direction

Least Seller

 

I have NOT read any good books lately
(or any mediocre ones either)...

My favorite author is me
though I ain't on any best sellers list

and never will be...

So go ahead and condescend
about my appalling lack of literacy...

Mount your soapbox of hypocrisy

and commence your best eye roll...

I won't try and make you understand
my microwave attention span
forged in the wifi accessible cauldrons
that frame the narrow database margins
of our speed addicted
time squeezing culture...

I've lost interest in this conversation already

Hate Clubbing

 

You can deny their existence..

Push their asses back in the closet..

Demonize and generalize
the most extreme elements..

You can even defund
all their new found sponsors..

Cancel all cultural progress
with your desperate woke agenda..

But guess what?

They still exist
and will go on
long after you
and your miserable hate club is gone..

For you see...

They march with history
while you
and your venomous crew
will be shameful footnotes
in the shadowy crevices
of defeated prejudices

False Influencers

 

My corrupted culture
takes it's dosage of perspective
not from philosopher poets
or sage writers of prose.. 

We turn for the wisdom we need
from the politician entertainers
of Hollywood DC..

Those who roll on the TV stage..

These slick prophets of the cyber age..

Now comes the real irony
for when it comes to reality
these influencers on whom we rely
know far less about life than we..

Our society elevate their views
cause we are now too damn lazy
to think for ourselves

Play Dough

 

The true master of deception
crafts the arc of deflection
to deftly shift focus of the eyes
from the truth to the lies
til the illusion becomes reality
as the fish take the bait
and then rise to applaud
the art of the con
that suckered them in
and relieved them of some coin 

Erroneously We

 

Bad thoughts..

Bad deeds..

Consequence..

Remorse..

Redemption..

Life is series
of mostly correctable mistakes
that leads to wisdom
eventually..

Hopefully?

Maybe??

We can stop riding this error cycle..

In theory anyway

Supreme Being In Charge

 

The God I once knew
pre shit hitting the fan
would never had allowed
his piousness 
to be politicized
like it is today... 

The Lord from past editions
would have vengefully laid
a pestilence or plague
on our disrespectful asses...

OK, so maybe he did
fire off a shot across our bow
with a little boss reminder called COVID...

Next time we may take a harder hit