Elective

To rise when I desire
is all that I request
I've walked through the fire
and now I long to rest

the bottom of my feet are charred
the skin completely black
my tattered flesh so deeply scarred
they're threatening to hack

away the only leg
contributing support
which means that I must either beg
or eagerly extort

the means I need to make it through
this fierce short-order life
while doing what I choose to do
to circumvent the knife.

Burnt Offerings

You used to love to smoke a roach
now you feel above reproach
like heaven's just for you and the rest of us encroach

well your hangups are your own
but the arrogance you've shown
is something that I'm certain Jesus never would condone.

Arise

Everyday we play
the pointless game of shame
we like to sneak (so weak)
or just ignore, what for?
Let's vow to live, forgive
we've got to try not lie
for life's a treat that's sweet
every morn reborn.

Accessory

Your halo's showing signs of wear
with little smudges here and there
perhaps you should retract the horns
that tarnished token now adorns.

Leveled

Will we know
a new plateau
has been attained
or will we go

on even planed
forever reigned
by those that show
how honor’s waned.

Statement

The banal reporter was brief:
“Parents of the shooter express their grief.”
and then their attempt at grace:
“We don’t even know how this took place.”
But I bet they rushed right back to their TV
to find out what their excuse should be.

Pink Lady

I know my surface seems hard
it is compared to yours
but it’s just heavily scarred
from former fruitless wars
where the only lasting damage was
a stone that dreams, but seldom does.

Amidst the smoking aftermath
your tenderness took root
and shaded me from further wrath
while yielding precious fruit
whose luscious bounty beckons me—
oh how sweet that flesh must be.

Omelet

Crack an egg
part the shell
watch it drop
think of hell
boldly beg
things go well
another plop
fears dispel
hungers swell.

Grizzly

Kroager the Ogre
was vile and vulgar
and smelled ten times worse than he looked
his odor exuded
while nose hair protruded
from a beak that was horribly hooked

his teeth were all rotten
his dreams misbegotten
his clothes were attrociously stained
he'd stomp through the village
too plundered to pillage
and scare anyone that remained.

He wasn't just homely
but terribly lonely
and longing for someone to squeeze
his arms were so burly
he made others surly
with hugs that would buckle their knees

until he alighted
on someone delighted
to take all the love he could share
and now he's seen waving
when occasionally shaving
his comrade, a clingy brown bear

Fixer

Every strand within a string
is pulling on a different thing
and all the twists throughout the twine
are often put there by design
for our unraveling,

and furthermore the fiber’s fraught
with catenary that will get caught
wherever there’s a little burr
and then a defect will occur
when it’s pulled taut

but as the ancient shuttle zooms
to interlace both glee and glooms
I’ll try to free up every snag
and help eliminate the drag
whatever looms.

Grounded

The true key to happiness isn’t round
it isn’t square or skeletal or thick
but there does seem to be some kind of trick
initiates perform before it’s found,
their constant smiles enough to make one sick
I mean come on, their joy is that profound
that nothing negative could ever ground
them from their flighty ‘carefree spirit’ shtick?
Well all the bubbly banter in the blue
can’t change the fact that sometimes life goes wrong
regardless if you’re flying high or low
there really isn’t much that you can do
but here’s my tip on how to get along
it’s knowing when to let the small things go.

Good Mourning

The somber sepulcher
was vexed by a vulture
convinced that his crassness was actually culture,
a case correspondent
on if the respondent
is driving up daisies or dwelling despondent.

Biblical Proportions

The rooms are endless in Our Father’s home
as is the substance of the Holy Ghost
Eternity rests in a finite tome
and those that ask the least will get the most.

Lame

Update
infiltrate
assassinate
your character
download
dead-end road
too much is owed
the register
streamline
redesign
'the fault's not mine'
society
Oh my
less than spry
we're crippled by
our vanity.

Moving

I scout the dancefloor with a glance
to see if I can find
a spot where our two hearts can dance
seductively combined
I mull why music and romance
are tightly intertwined
until her rhythm sparks a trance
that captivates my mind.