Wednesday, July 27, 2016

On You

The wages of sin
negate any gains
until you begin
exposing the veins
the prick of a pin
or fermented grains
will buy you a grin
but woe never wanes.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Stakes

The era of empowerment
envelopes all beneath the tent
except for those who can't be bent

so never let them see you're strong
if you wish to join the throng
subjugated to belong.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Uncovered

If you're a good little slave
they give you the candy they bred you to crave
but when you opt out of the plan
you become a disposable man
and trust me, they can't wait to waive
your rights as fast as they can.

There's nothing more harmful than greed
to a race in perpetual need
for once you methodically drain
every conceivable vein
of indigent people to feed
the whims of the rich, hope is slain.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Activism

I was talking to that old man today
you know the one whose thinning hair is gray
and there was only one thing he could say
"It seems my friend the world has gone astray.

There's people killing people out of hate,
while those ordained to lead just instigate
and if we follow them our only fate
will be to die indentured to the state."

And as he spoke I felt the weight of chains
then said, "But surely freedom still remains."
He said, "That's just a word from old campaigns,
we long ago gave up the truth for gains."

So now I'm sitting here with my guitar
considering what values really are
and wishing mightily on every star
that somehow we can heal this painful scar

for if you truly feel that love's the way
then you should not be drowning in dismay
but waking up to nurture every day
a world that is a better place to stay.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Online

Mice within a maze
bleary eyes ablaze
burning with the need
ferocious urge to feed
upon the latest craze

bait is best when fresh
at least in terms of flesh
never sense the net
riddled with regret
victim of the mesh.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Wide is the Gate

I prefer
not to inter
my mind with a slur
for everyone is similarly flawed
I instead
will free my head
and never be led
upon the path as wrong as it is broad.

Friday, July 08, 2016

Rolling

It's a growing shame
how time can untame
a lankier frame

but one can't shrug
away the hug
when things get snug

unless they deem
a bulging seam
not too extreme.

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

Reinforcement

If only you were prone
to practice what you preach
you'd never be alone
embracing all who reach
instead of hearing stone
indiscriminately screech
whenever it is shown
that there's been the slightest breach.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Arc

He swung on the swing
in the shade of an oak
and started to sing
which began to evoke
a remnant of the younger me
exuberant and so carefree

we played in the park
by the school where I grew
dichotomies stark
between what I knew
when innocence and dreams of youth
influenced me instead of truth.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Awakening

I wouldn't say I'm devout
though faith is deeply ingrained
but my vision was distorted
by evil so contorted
it fostered prideful doubt
as to who has truly reigned;

reality becomes a pox
to those that buy the belief
transmitted through the television
demanding their derision
be let out of the box --
mayhem is the new motif

and chaos is the calling card
of one whose ample pride
excluded him from sharing
the kingdom God's preparing
for which a blessed Son was scarred
and ultimately died.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Double Standard

We all tell little fibs
but those that lie to the left
imagine they have dibs
declaring who has heft

like she whose greatest feat
is coming off as warm
while practicing deceit
at twice the accepted norm.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Adulteration

We've all been corrupted I think
to the point where it taints what we say
with the stench of our own righteous stink,

the odor from which we should shrink
but so many crave that bouquet.
We've all been corrupted I think

insisting that everyone drink
the kool-aid that bubbles away
with the stench of our own righteous stink:

it's all about love (of self wink wink)
and sin is completely okay--
we've all been corrupted I think

to crucify any who blink
or question the lie of the day.
With the stench of our own righteous stink

that's roiling up from the brink
shouldn't we fear our decay?
We've all been corrupted I think
with the stench of our own righteous stink.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Like You

I remember riding on his shoulders to first grade
his presence made me feel much less afraid
then through his guidance I began to see
that there was endless strength inside of me
and I can only hope I've somehow made
my Dad as proud as I will always be.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Do or Dye

Half of me just won't admit
the battle's not going my way
the other person longs to submit
to the onslaught of gruffness and gray
but I don't think it's time to quit
just yet, indeed I feel the need to reach
inside and muster up the troops
with a rousing type of speech
and once my lagging force recoups
attack the glaring breach.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Gathering

They're flashing in the field
what would a thrashing yield?
A writhing mass of glowing orbs
the dewey fronds concealed

so small but searing bright
the emptiness of night
voraciously absorbs
their precious light.