As If (Anybody Cares)

I loathe the type that won't
desist their boastful blare
but know one thing they don't:
how little I could care

to those who get upset:
forego your fearsome glare
and never do forget
how little I could care.

NWO

We all are the progeny
of targeted homogeny
so don't you ever dare to deviate
or you will be the enemy
of those with lethal enmity
for independence that may instigate

Standings

I know the time is nearing
but blissfully play games
there's not much point in fearing
a god's almighty aims

it's futile to try fighting
the less than holy end
our means are expediting
and when it does descend

I hope my lack of trying
doesn't knock me out of place
or hinder qualifying
for His redemptive grace.

Backup Plan

At times it seems there's nothing worse
than when your strategy goes south
but I'm prepared to hit reverse
if my foot invades my mouth.

Motivation.

Attack aggressively
and sometimes you will see
though bruised and sore
your foe will roar
and fight back more ferociously

so plan offenses well
and never waste a shell
the walls you storm
in fiendish form
could trap your troops in hell

Free Ride

Age may be a number
but I'm starting to relate
to the digits that must lumber
down the sidewalk, through the gate
on the day when I will slumber
and finally be sedate
where nothing can encumber
what the void will liberate.

Spirit

The present can look pretty from the wrapping that's applied
the contents can sometimes be less so
regardless how you gild it, if there's emptiness inside
the future's bleak; give love to all you know.


***Best of the season to anyone who reads this, regardless what you celebrate do it with people that matter to you and enjoy!***

Exception

Some thrive on rules
I think they're for fools
but then I've always been
apart from other men
except for this eve
when I truly believe
we all are one
Merry Christmas, I'm done.

Demonstrate Civility

Whether criminal or cop
you're mourned if you have bled
but we can never drop
the quest for rights, that said
when's it gonna stop
when everyone is dead?

Corrupt Code

This culture of denial
will only last a while
and at this rate it shouldn't be too long
we're breeding heartless killers
who love to topple pillars
for they were never told when they were wrong

we give them medication
a cut rate education
and graphic games where murder is condoned
then stand there unbelieving
while someone else is grieving
the hapless victim slain when they were stoned.

What the Flock

There are geese on the water
There are geese in the air
just take yourself a gander
there are geese everywhere

they're waddling across the rocks
that line the river's shore
and I don't really give a honk
if I see any more.

New Phase

Oh shadowy orb with rim afire
avatar of my desire
your iridescent charms ignite
renewed reflections on delight
an item too abstract to find
a feeling only in the mind
and though I can accept the truth
I often think of distant youth
when all I ever did was smile
oblivious to vicious vile
evil vermin of our race
that jeopardize our chance for grace
while way out there in space
that wandering vassal of the night
eludes the rising solar pyre

Ebbing

Those boxes of books?
Still unread
Those questioning looks?
In my head
That moment of glee?
Gone too soon
The void within me?
Big as the moon

Return Fire!

There are those on this earth
allergic to mirth
convinced they know another's worth

but don't let them mar
your day or scar
you, remind them what a jerk they are.

Momentum

If you are young with nothing to do
it makes one minute seem like two
but once you're old and ready to die
those minutes really start to fly.

Cuffed

Officials seem to think it's cool
to let the rabid rant and rave
but the easiest way to control a fool
is give them what they crave;
Desire -- the master's favorite tool
to subjugate the slave

Seeker

Without a plot
there is no twist
the words you've got
are just a list

so find one lest
you'd like this lot
there is no rest
without a plot.

Divisible

The lushness of the lowlands has been slowly stripped away
as naked mothers comb the mist for children gone astray
the river's cold and sluggish as it crawls between the hills
but here on holy ground I seek relief for all my ills
and though I must admit that the horizon starts to fade
a fraction of my fervor keeps me somewhat unafraid.

Hard Place

Who am I to judge
if you maintain a grudge
I've had my share of feuds
where I refused to budge

but here's a little hint
life's a lonely stint
for anyone who broods
their heart as hard as flint.

Avoidance

I'm seldom in the mood
when I initially wake
for reality to intrude
but it seems I cannot shake
the duties I've accrued
was it all a big mistake?
I'm feeling slightly rude
steer clear for your own sake.

Get My Drift?

We know the plows go by
when snow accumulates
but can you educate me why
the driver always waits

until my driveway 's clear
to push a glacier through
as they smile ear to ear
and bury us anew?

Well I have had enough this time
and vowed to pay them back
it's just their job, not a crime
but I said no more slack

so I borrowed a dump truck
and filled it with snow
then followed that dumb schmuck
to his house and let go!

Let it Rain

The clouds are coalescing
their misty forms
precursor storms
which sometimes are a blessing

for lands that need hydration
where fields have burned
and things have turned
into a conflagration.

Lockout

The moon drew nearer as I combed my hair
and skies for signs but none were there
and while I straightened out my part
it pulled on my entangled heart
which snarled into a painful knot
that deeply bothered me, but not
as much as staring at the breach
that keeps desire beyond my reach.

Toll or Tally?

It's critical to measure
like when you have to bake
but not always a pleasure
like how much one can take

of petty people prying
or those that try to break
your will with pointless lying
because they're so damn fake

or how long one can suffer
with guilt they cannot shake
instead of times they buffer
another person's ache.

Nonstop

December air is deceptively crisp
and yields a sky without a wisp
so you can watch the jets progress
as lines of white that coalesce
like magic in the blue expanse
and fade as fast as they advance
the same as we, the builders of
these steely steeds that streak above.

Back Petal

The earth was my womb
the heavens my tomb
encrusted with stars that alleviate gloom
you cannot exhume
disciples of doom
so spare me your sorrowful symbolic bloom.

Illuminated

What have we gained from all of our clashes
an ocean of blood that's covered with ashes
and how do we shine despite dark desires
by borrowing light from elysian fires
when inspiration arrives in flashes
to anyone who aspires

Orion

We are all of us in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars- The Pretenders


Boundaries have been
the bane of good men
since our antecedents first breathed
they learned to break through
and try something new
when their curiosity seethed

we currently face
a chance to embrace
redemption for any past scars
but some cling to rage
while others engage
in a mission to visit new stars.

Huskers

A field of corn
that goes unshorn
defies the cold
with golden scorn

for it has worn
the sun each morn
and will not fold
as drifts adorn.

Fertile Ground

Make sure what keeps you rooted
can never be polluted
by toxic seepage from the world of woe
keep everything organic
and you won't have to panic
whatever you may sow will surely grow.

Undergrowth

A crow inspects a garbage bin
it's darting eyes as black as sin
but finds no decent fare within

then soars above the brown decay
where I could swear just yesterday
the hill was lush and green and gay

beneath a sky so blue and vast
our problems never seemed to last
but sadly, that was in the past.