Civil

I thought I could find a solution
To counter the flawed institution
But nothing was quite good enough
To remedy their prostitution

And now I am simply existing
At times like a vessel that’s listing
Especially when whiteheads are rough
Though I do my best at resisting

There will be a great separation
And a possible fierce altercation
Yet if we just call out their bluff
We may still survive as a nation.

As Is

We all wear a mask
And our greatest task
Is learning it’s foolish to hide

The grand masquerade
Need never be played—
In truth we should always abide.

Undone

Once you get sweating
Your mind starts forgetting
I shouldn’t have waited
But now it’s back dated.

Clapper

She knew something was wrong
So paid the doc a call
And got the news she didn’t want to hear
Convinced she had to be strong
To have any chance at all
The fight began with friends and family near

The medicines she had to take
Would leave her feeling sick
But doggedly she weathered everything
Each queasy pang and fearsome ache
She found a way to lick
And now she gets to hear her victory ring.

Fur Sure

The cheeky one loves to play
The lucky one sleeps all day
The hyper one is quite a nut
The gentle one has a Buddha gut

Together they’re a wacky pack
But I would never give one back
We love each other, that’s enough
Especially when times are rough.

Already Free

When you look at me
With that twinkle in your eye
I get the funny feeling
That I’m not the only guy
I know I can’t prove it
And I doubt you’ll ever say
I’m not hanging round to find out
If you choose to have me stay

I said what I had to
Though I don’t believe you heard
So listen very closely
As I repeat my final words

But if you turn to answer
Don’t expect my company
Because I’m already gone
I’m already free

It’s really not surprising
That our partnership’s a bust
You never put much effort
Into building up my trust
You come and go and flirt away
With everyone you see
And now I’m off to find someone
That wants to be with me

Just So

I got nothing
He wearily said
Nothing… nothing… nothing
Rang in his head
But then one thought eased his despair
‘Poetry is Everywhere’.

Cheers

First, we shall begin
With media induced fear
Then cheat to get in
We won’t let them near
To question the phony
Ballots we make
While screaming BALONEY
Whatever their take
Our agents are trained
To lie with abandon
But trust has waned
They like someone named Brandon.

Spoke

When was the last time
Someone told you they care
Or you heard the pleasant chime
Of real affection there

Now I don’t know you
And you aren’t acquainted with me
But I assure you one thing’s true
I’m concerned wholeheartedly

That happiness is in your heart
And harmony is what you feel
When contemplating your own part
In the endless wheel – I said my spiel.

Topple

Go against the narrative
And you’ll be ostracized
By thugs whose lone imperative
Is the lie they’ve televised

But don’t start feeling impotent
Your power is phenomenal
Ignore each phony incident
And pray for the first domino.

Catalogue

A lackadaisical mailman brings
Our flashy little flyer
We’ll show you all the useless things
You really don’t require
And then when your desire stings
We’ll jack the prices higher
If greed is pulling on your strings
You will become a buyer.

Raise

I feel the darkness nearing
and the imminent collapse
of order, and it’s searing
each overwhelmed synapse
with smoldering shadows of chagrin
for no one sees the mess we’re in—

believing lies as truthful
condemning facts as hate
while poisoning the youthful
with pills so they’re sedate
if we don’t teach them loving ways
too soon we’ll face the final days.

Good Behavior

When I think of those with whom I’m at odds
I start having fantasies involving cattle prods
But then I feel bad and let kindness prevail
(besides, I don’t think I’d last too long in jail).

Memento

Today I chanced upon a sumac leaf
Among the scattered ingots on the ground
So red, it was almost beyond belief
Too beautiful to waste within a mound,
I plucked it from the sod and brought it back
To my domesticated domicile
And stuck it at the bottom of a stack
Of books to let it flatten for a while.
The changes seem to come more frequently
As every day is shorter than the last
And I know there is no way I can stall
That tell-tale splash of fleeting vibrancy
Which quickly fades, compelling me to stash
A colorful reminder of the fall.

Maximize

This lifetime trip
Is but a blip
A hiccup in the universe
The paradigm
That we call time
Means nothing to the void, but worse

It makes us think
A single blink
Expendable, there’s always more
When every breath
That we cheat death
Should mean much more than the one before.

Weather

The road ahead was glistening
Like diamonds in the sun
A climax to the christening
The tempest had begun

The fury of the thunder
And the purity of rain
Should be a cause for wonder
But some still voice disdain

At every storm’s upending
I guess they’ve never seen
The need for proper cleansing
Or redemption’s holy sheen.

Stymied

What do you do
When you are through
But have no way
To start anew?

Decide to stay
Or move away
I wish I knew
Just what to say.

Incorrigible

The makers of the matrix like to mock
Those of us impervious to shock
That know how low these miscreants will go
To make our world the hell that they love so.

Loyalties

The chemicals they feed us
Imperil and impede us
But there is One that freed us
With unconditional love

So never follow those who
Make sure profit goes to
Those whose evil shows through
Instead, seek God above.

Hours

I’d rather don the yoke
Than listen to the joke
Or else it’s time to start drinking liquor
Cirrhosis isn’t fun
But will get it done
With less pain and probably much quicker.

Given

Do you care
Enough to share
The change you know you shouldn’t spare

Grimly gaunt
Naught to flaunt
That humble look of need will haunt

Your mind at night
It isn’t right
If only coins could end this blight.

No Looking Back

It looked like an iguana
Laying long and low
But when I came upon it
I saw it wasn’t so
And sighed, for it turned out to be
A piece of root from a tree
I guess it’s finally time for me
To get some specs so I can see.

Subdermal

Fear can crawl and it can creep
And it will get deep
Inside

And those who claim they never felt
That panic in their pelt
Have lied.

Miss Informed

She’ll crash your post self righteously
And then berate your views
Repeating so religiously
The lies she heard on the news

Devoid of any original thought
Convinced that she’s so pure
Her misconceptions are never sought
But she is making sure

To plaster them on any page
That doesn’t quite agree
With her routinely triggered rage
She’ll taint the truth then flee.

Either Oar

Wanting for steam
Watching a dream
That keeps drifting farther away
Stroking desire
Stoking the fire
Maintains the gap, but today
Scraping for coal
Scrapping my goal
Seems like an option in play
Loafing all through
Laughing at rue
It’s time to start rowing – MAKE WAY!

Heal Thyself

There’s a lump in the palm of my hand
And I really don’t know what to do
My doctor (so phony and bland)
Will say “Let’s run a test or two.”

While pecking away at the keys
Of the laptop he never puts down
Afflicted with the latest disease
I wish I could give him a hand *frown*

Shocker

I think of all the pointless things
I did to make a buck
And marvel that I never went insane
Though self assessment often stings
I’ve just been down on my luck
(At least that’s what the voices say in my brain).

Instinct

The blue jay blares it’s piercing note
A cardinal croons a hymn
The robin soon will be remote
On a wayward winter whim

The geese are forming in a V
And heading out due south
A grackle scrounges greedily
To fill it’s squawking mouth

The falcon stoically remains
Unflapped and seeks some prey
A mourning dove’s bravado wanes
As gray as this fall day

A flock of pigeons swoop and dive
As seagulls glide, so free
I feel their need to live and thrive
Seductive as the sea.

Misled

Everything that I have learned has been
Important to becoming who I am
Bemused at the conditioned me back then
I laugh at how much I believed the scam

Indoctrination dominates our youth
As we are taught the falsehoods that convince
Us we exist within a world of truth
My former gullibility makes me wince

If only information we receive
Was not a sad attempt by the elite
To manipulate our mindset or deceive
They wouldn’t be so close to their defeat.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Do you believe what you’re told
Or what you behold
Ideological lies
Or two good eyes
The tongue of a thief
Or the pain of grief
Is the only thing real
The confusion you feel?

Strengthening

Two in a row
Two to go
Progress slow
Heave and ho

Every trunk
I have sunk
Angst has shrunk
‘scuse me – THUNK!