Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Carrots

I don't miss the dull diaspora
or dust covered synthetic flora
as fake as the bits that just bore ya

the saccharine spiels simulated
for managing mules motivated
by cons that they'll be compensated.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Scramble

A cook that can't stomach folks
will more than likely be blue
unlike the unctuous golden yolks
he beats with palpable rue
but there's no need for him to stew
it's not even worth a debate
for bitterness is bound to ensue
with a chip upon the plate.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Witness

You can get away with murder if you know how to hide
behind a piece of tarnished tin displayed with impish pride
and though connections keep you from a case you can't defend
a higher court is guaranteed to judge you in the end.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Knot

My feet flash compliance
complete with a swoosh
I reek of reliance
my gray matter mush

resolving decisions
with lies I'm supplied
by those whose revisions
keep my laces tied.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Bandy

You seek a mystery culprit
but just can't seem to admit
that you're the one who instigates
the lion's share of shit
as you furiously knit
your brows into a scowl that baits
an unsuspecting twit
into sparring till they quit

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Authorship

Our days are numbered
so skip the math
and being encumbered
by pointless wrath

embrace each morning
like it's your last
for without warning
it could be past,

exalt the glory
of God above
and write your story
with words of love.

Sunday, August 07, 2016

Razed

They're trying to increase their lot
(at least I think that's the plot
for any venture to succeed
more oftentimes than not)

but must the constant bid for more
destroy the copse next door?
Compelled by corporate sanctioned greed
the growling backhoes gore.

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

With Her

Laughable liberal labels
Clinging cabalistic cables
Suspending suspect sorrows
Taint triumphant tomorrows.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Revolting

It seems my mind was never sold
on all the lies that we've been told
and now that I am getting old
I question everything I've known.

Have I ever seen the real
or is it just an endless spiel
designing how we think and feel
so we will mindlessly condone

the less-than-compensating wage
that keeps us in a stagnant age
too tired to express our rage
against the few that claim they own

the very world on which we feed
manipulating every need
that motivates our hapless breed
until, at last, they're overthrown.

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.