Foragers

How tenuous our gift of Time becomes
when polished eyes are focused on the void;
around our spinning speck The Cosmos hums
with energies that dwarf what we've employed
to mechanize our quaint symposiums,
where we determine how much we have learned
from gazing at the endless suns beyond
and sifting through the meager light returned
like ants that search for crumbs among the dust
or other forms of life (of which they're fond).
Survival of the colony's a must
requiring a constant food supply;
our ignorance can never dim our lust
for that will be the day we surely die.

Cold War Lessons

We must gauge our rebellious designs
by how much we're willing to blur the lines
for no treaty will cover the cost
of war and all the bodies lost
from triggering treacherous mines
that lurk beneath the frost.

Shattered

I watch the water gushing down the curb
and tiptoe, as I wouldn't dare disturb
the funeral march in which there are submersed
some tiny bubbles on their way to burst.

Subject

It's all too perfect, doesn't anyone see?
The moon is too round, modeled for symmetry
Earth tilts, enabling the seasons,
Even our primary star is benign.

Do sculptors deem life impossible to imbue
In clay or marble, caressing the sinew
With passion but never with reasons?
Creators seldom share their grand design.

Holes

Isn't our tolerance epic these days?

Crime is on the rise, morality decays

Equality has been such a positive trend!

We're equally lost on a slope without end

Our leaders have acted with proper accord.

They've led us to spend what we couldn't afford

The future we're fashioning looks rather sweet!

The fate of the meek is to feed the elite.


***Did you see how much taxpayers spent on donuts and coffee alone for the leeches in Washington? If that seems excessive just imagine what they spend elsewhere for things the rest of us have to pay for out of pocket, while telling the public to tighten their belts.***

Intoxication

Just like fine wine
good things take time
so fashion each line
into something sublime
and may your vessel always brim
with wonderment in every whim.

Crank

Today's the kind of day
where everyone is in the way
and everything they say
is really grating

I should've stayed in bed
and pulled the covers overhead
it would've been, instead
less irritating.

Downtrod

Every clod has a bit
of earthy wisdom
you can see it in their sun bleached eyes

the weathered rows
they tend to fill
reveal how deep their duty lies

the gold they seek
will gild their grain
but cannot estimate their worth

they'll never covet
or condemn
another much more verdant berth.

Axiomatic

Pain is somewhat fleeting
regret can last your life
so never dodge competing
for fear you'll feel the knife

Greed can seem fulfilling
when you think your rank increased
but doesn't feel as thrilling
when you're the one who's fleeced

Lust becomes exciting
when they quiver at your touch
but when it fuels indicting
mmmmaybe not so much

Time can be revealing
if we take a tick to see
the truth that we're concealing
released will set us free

Life is worth affording
should you have the change to spare
but really gets rewarding
when you're broke and just don't care.

Motivation

Disciples of sloth are content
that no undue effort is spent;
in terms of advancing the race—
you must scratch before you can dent

and grovel to garner some grace;
kneel right down and press your face
against a boot that won't relent
and then desire sets the pace.

Benched

This season's been a streak of defeats
and clumsiness from clogged up cleats
perhaps I need a different approach
like bringing in a better coach
to oust the current loser *grin*
and maybe usher in a win.

Procession

In two days Summer's slated to begin
though I can feel it drawing to a close
as gravity influences my grin
pulling with the weight of worldly woes.

The solstice disappeared so long ago
like rocks serenely skipped across a lake
the first few hops are certainly a show
whose wonders get submerged beneath the ache

a nagging pain that doesn't fully heal
despite the pleasant weather Fall can bring
because we know that Winter's all too real
regardless how eternal hope may spring.

Entanglement

Today my security started to ebb
when I noticed a spider had spun a big web
and that it sat eyeing me, creepily still,
the thought of it touching me gave such a chill

that I sprang into action in search of some spray
with which to bombard my eight legged prey
found WD-40, well I guess that'll do
I pushed down the plunger and watched the stuff spew

releasing so much that it started to drip
but it seemed to negate the arachnoid grip
and as soon as it rapidly rappelled to the floor
I fiercely crushed it into a smear of gore

then I felt guilty for harming that bug
I honestly never was hurt by one
but all I could do was shamefully shrug
can we ever defend why our wars are begun?

Amnesty

A massive rush of mortality
has left me mortified
before I feast on finality
I’d like to say I tried
to live;

I’m not in search of sympathy
but strive for synthesis
despite intense antipathy
I found the key to bliss—
Forgive.

Boundaries II

We all have things we have to pick
and things we have to pass
hopefully the former isn't your nose
and the latter is not from your ass.

The Hard Way

The sparser the sand
the closer the hand
with fingers of bone
that bids you atone

the brighter the sun
the quicker it's done
for nothing can stall
the ultimate pall

the wiser the word
the less it is heard
immune to the strains
till silence remains.

Violation

To say my faith in human ilk has waned
would be an understatement rather large
for even in my own heart hate has reigned
remaking me into its vengeful charge,
but yesterday my place was almost robbed
by someone I had never even seen
and after he was caught he screamed and sobbed
while I made sure my underpants were clean.
This incident has caused me to rethink
my current policy regarding trust
it's changed from some to none in but a blink,
a constant vigil truly is a must
and all we really lost was just a door,
along with dying hopes that we'd be more.

Communion

The roses were deflowered by the rain
and fewer fragile blossoms still remain
their chastity a struggle to maintain

the pink and yellow petals coat the grass
forsaking their virginity en masse
like promises that never came to pass

while brutish icy droplets have their way
and lead them to the gutter where they lay
to either be baptized, or wilt away.

Mantle

The bramble hasn't quite matured
enough to bear what has endured,
it's any regal's crowning bane--
how fleeting is the time to reign.

Gambit

I know the end will soon ensue
as one age spot is now a few
and everywhere
that I have hair
has turned a grayish hue

and there is nothing we can do
to stop the rot (but this you knew)
so don't despair
and always dare
the odds before it's through.

Cheer

Some dingy bales of last years hay
were rolled in the corner of a field
resembling an ogre's dirty socks
I grinned at the thought of laundry day
and wondered what he'd wield
to beat his sudsy clothes upon the rocks.

Median

Many forks appear along the road
that ominously bends just out of view
and much too often, where we go is owed
to following what traffic flowed,
as hapless tourists negligently do;

there are those routes on which we can ascend
and darker roads routinely winding down
to dismal trails that seem to never end,
but we must choose the way we wend
to navigate conveyances through town.

It's practically impossible to veer
around each wreck, attempting so is vain,
and though the path ahead is seldom clear
I'll aim for the middle as I steer
and try to keep a tread in either lane.

Generation Why

This apathy's draining
there's no will remaining
or strength for complaining

it's time for relaxing
with laziness waxing
concern is too taxing

Development

Constructs of the mind
can be ornate
or less refined
they're not defined
(if you relate)
by those confined
to worlds of hate;

matter that is gray
may be consumed
as well as clay
with structured play
(or is it doomed?)
and build away,
just build away.

Flimsy

Everything is boneless
including our own kind
truly spoiled tender
gelatinously spined.

Snooze

Last night I dreamed
I was esteemed
a champion of truth
that had achieved
the promise grieved
since ditching it in youth

each book I wrought
was quickly bought
my head began to swell
but pride was doused
when I was roused
by duty's droning bell.

Misunderstanding

Words can be confining
when they subjugate your mind
with labels redefining
fruits that share a common rind

we're all part of everything
even facts we fail to see
including how a reckoning
is always bound to be

a knockdown, drag out tussle
far beyond what's really due
as we're caught up in the hustle
of the things we thought we knew.

Way

Detachment can grant one a grounding
a sense of unfettered restraint
perception transforms, it's astounding
without prejudicative taint

so conquer your will and surrender
and vow that you never will swear
allegiance to prophets of splendor
to always be free of despair.

Wisp

Some skeins of fluffy cotton are creeled across the sky
the urge to spin a yarn becomes too clingy to deny
before I even get a chance to let the shuttle fly
ethereal fibers fade as if submerged in bluish dye.

Cycle Ride

The gibbous moon was gawking
like a ghostly eye above
discouraging those mawkish
thoughts that minimize true love

although it's gaze was distant
I could feel it bearing down
prohibiting redundant
sentiments in which I drown

perhaps I'll simply simmer
for another week or two
until it winks in slumber
and inspires something new.