Cracking Up

I try to find the humor in each lapse
Of luck or undesired mistake
Half heartedly hoping that perhaps
A laugh will dull the ache.

Effortless

Staring at the tile floor
Anxious to employ the door
Work is such a f@*#ing bore

Don’t believe your dues are paid
The shrew will make sure all you made
Is one more faulty escapade

You labor to find just one thing
To lessen the abysmal sting
Of clanking chains that ever cling

Always do the best you can
Even if (for a span)
What you want is not God’s plan.

Ecliptic

I often reflect:
If our shadows intersect
Is it the same as a touch?
We may not be one
But beneath a shared sun
Our overlap could be called such.

Tone Deaf

People would rather sit rapt for a fool
That capers about while proclaiming they’re cool
Than one who Is constantly honing their craft—
The watched or the watchers, which is more daft?

But such is the way of this woebegone world
Those who scream loudest are the only ones heard
Exclaiming obnoxiously me, Me, ME!
To a locked in crew because they can’t find the key.

All Together Now?

Unison or harmony
Which one is preferred?
I'd rather hear polyphony
Than one lie loudly slurred.

Flit or Flat

When ripped from the cocoon
Much too soon
Can beautiful wings ever form?
I wish it were so
But being low
Is more than likely the norm.

Codified

The woodsman went a hunting
For a tree on which to chop
Belittled by a bunting
As that cleric preached nonstop

The smallest at the gathering
Could barely make a peep
So spared excessive slathering
The woods were much too deep

And then, his robes so regal
The judge arrived in black
They had to make things legal
In case of a tweet attack.

Outro

The minstrel is once more
The maestro of the mess
He lost track of the score
And missed a vital stress

Resulting in a string
That breaks if it is bent
And soon it seems he’ll sing
A dirge without relent.

Kneaded

Time to kill?
Hit the grill
And let that glistening grease fulfill.

In the red?
Outta bed!
Go and make yourself some bread.

Innate

No one taught the rain to fall
It simply does, that is all
And thus it is for those who won’t
They never do because they don’t.

Unknowable

Who decides what’s true
Those without a clue?
You worry about you
And I’ll decide for me.

When they constantly bluff
Will you stand tough
And tell them ENOUGH
Or say “Gimme three!”

There is no debate
That love trumps hate
But can we differentiate?
Guess we’ll see.

Inner State

She cried, “There’s a masher outside the door!”
I said, “Party crasher, now scream no more.”
And everybody got funky for a little while
I never did find my way home
But I can tell, no matter where I roam
I won’t forget how that pretty girl made me smile

The sky was rosy like a drunken dream
While I got cozy with a soft moonbeam
And rode my silver steed towards the morning sun
The path to heaven narrows down a bit
Indulgent soles tend not to fit
Yeah no one said redemption would be fun.

Destitute

The wily one slithered
But sounded so wise
That once caution withered
We lusted for lies

Completely uprooted
The garden was lost
We struggle, polluted
Was it worth the cost?

Divergent

I can be a perverse man
But not in a kinky way
Unless that’s what you want *wink*
I just like to prove I can
When someone tells me nay
Or wants to make a self-righteous stink.

Haunting

Regardless what he shared
no one really cared
but he kept hitting post
a truly stubborn ghost 👻

Ball

When you endlessly dwell
But doubt won’t dispel
Don’t say what the hell
Make sure you choose well

For one little shrug
Can sentence the smug
To forcibly lug
Till their grave is dug.

Deniability

Everyone believes
One lie or another
And chooses to smother
The truth, then grieves

How cruel and unfair
Humanity acts
While denying the facts
That could end our despair.

Prominence

 

Highlights of gold accentuate

Her features as the sun

Make her so radiant it hurts

Such beauty won’t perpetuate

Despite the love of one

Who knows the deeper ache with which he flirts.

Proclamation

 

No longer will I swallow

The poison they prescribe

Or hunger for the hollow

Hate that haunts this tribe

 

I'm turning off the malice

They tell me I should feel

And drinking from the chalice

Of peace so I can heal.

 

Choosy

Caution is a friend
You never need defend
Those that sport the kindest smiles
Will be the first to rend

Your trust, and as they shred
They brush off where you bled
Displaying tender wiles
While wishing you were dead.

The prudent don’t pretend,
Avoid the need to mend
What a phony fool defiles—
Let caution be your friend.

Slider

If I went back and undid
Every wrong that was done
Would I still tend to skid
Or could I finally run

But living life full-stride
Would I still relate
Or be so flush with pride
I forfeit love for gait?

Racket

Would you ever suppose
That geese could be louder than crows?
When it’s time for a V
Anything goes!

Decision

Those who fib
but act so glib
dismissing what they did
desire control
of every soul
they can plug into the grid

the moon bled
our eagle’s dead
but maybe if we try
to only choose
productive views
it will once more fly.

Terminology

Time to make a choice
But before you use your voice
Please exercise your brain
And see who stands to gain
From making everything you do
Only what they tell you to.

It really is a shame
The peacocks that proclaim
Compassion for the herd
Keep making up a different word
To foment the divide
Distracting from how much they lied.

We all have got to face
That everyone within this race
Has stated things that just aren’t true
And no advancement will ensue
Stifled by the same old shtick
Whatever box you tick.

Algorithmic

Wading through digital streams
Is life demented dreams
Or is it as real as it seems
To be?

Are signals received divine
Or are they simply a sign
The machine has got a line
On me?

Spoor

So many things to smell
My anxious nostrils swell

The leaves, the grass, the trees
Perfume the autumn breeze

Along with scents galore
We canines just adore

That humans fail to tell
So many things to smell.

Sermon

A cardinal chirped loquaciously
This morning as I stood
Beneath a barren apple tree
Whose fruit was once so good

With way too many rings amassed
It withers, gnarled and gaunt
Another fruitless season passed
As crimson clergy taunt.

Cognizance

I know the truth all too well
That countless selfish deeds
Have paved my well-worn road to hell
So wide and free of weeds

I was warned to avoid the path
When frequenting a pew
But rapidly dismissed His wrath
Despite the fact I knew

I try my best to make amends
But just can’t find reverse
And judging by how it descends
The destination's worse.

Rally

Two blue Jays were blaring
The sunlight was glaring
Inciting me to try and be a little bit more daring

Unbothered by bluster
As crispy leaves cluster
I vow to be bold with all the heart I can muster.

Easy Go

When something is gone, it’s gone
and though you may feel drawn
to start combing through the car
or scouring the leaf-strewn lawn
the best thing you can do by far
is just move on,
move on.