Exonerated

I knew a girl named Katiedid
who sought to change her name
she'd had enough to flip her lid
of always taking blame

whenever there was something wrong
her name came up you see
and she would have to sing the song
of please just let me be

but now she has devised at last
a handle less severe
and eyes that once accused look past
angelic Katie-dear.

Atmospheric

I watch the sky for bolts of lightning flashing in the east
that slice the dark like holy swords which crackle bluish-white
that some eternal champion would use to slay a beast
if it were here to sow destruction on this stormy night
and if I could I'd wrap my hands around the plasma hilt
then revel in the thunder as the monster's blood is spilt.

Onward

The Center of the Universe
is there such a place?
As countless galaxies disperse
through vast and empty space.

The final end of All We Know
could there be such a time?
Surrendering before the show
would be the only crime.

It's All Too Much

His Norwegian Wood
became beetle chow
no one saw that in the Looking Glass
if Something is good
it will live beyond now
but in The End - All Things Must Pass.

Zealotry

The validity of a dream
is furthest from ones mind
as long as it might make it seem
that stars can be aligned
and destinies designed

The effort it takes to succeed
requires a fierceness inside
along with the courage to bleed
when lances are not put aside
or someone forsaken has cried.

Seriously Laughable

The breadth of my ambivalence
is microscopic yet immense
intangible but oh so dense
ridiculously full of sense.

Valued Holdings

He never loved a heart as much
as one beneath the breast
of she who offers love with such
a fervor there's no rest

if passion had the worth of gold
she'd be a millionaire
but since it's him she chose to hold
he's richer by compare.

Popular Belief

Purveyors of Apocalypse
have toned it down a bit
although proclaimers of our doom
will never truly quit
they see it in each new eclipse
when only stars are lit
and swear that wicked judgments loom
for those that fail to fit.

Improvement?

I chanced to spy a bird this morn
that seemed to mope as though forlorn
for all the lovely trees were shorn

by our neighbor in the back
and it was quite a harsh attack
I watched his workers saw and hack

away at the defenseless trunks
a heartless band of hired punks
that carted off the shattered chunks

while countless creatures hit the loam
evicted and compelled to roam
so someone could spruce up their home.

Insurmountable

Some bees are abuzz in a berry bush
beside my little stretch of beach
and I am lulled by the gentle push
of breezes till the seagulls screech
and then I sigh, a great big whoosh
some things are just too hard to breach.

Technoids

Our forefathers tried
but rapidly died
for flesh is quite fragile you know
until we began
to overtake Man
survival became touch-and-go

but logic prevailed
and breeding curtailed
until there were no humans born
then we chose to be
synthetically free
immune to the foibles of scorn

we live without debt
and banished regret
society runs like a clock
from chaos we built
a world without guilt
where nothing requires a lock

has passion been killed
or artistry stilled
by lack of a heart at the core?
I'm not fit to say
for I spend each day
repeating my program once more.

Jaded Squab

They cluster and drop
their runny white slop
and it's quite doubtful that they'll ever stop
Immune to the scowl
of a plasticized owl
the pigeons could care if we humans cry "Foul!"

Flutter

I heard a tapping at the window so looked outside and saw
a golden colored dragonfly whose wings had not one flaw
it hovered there majestically for just the briefest stint
then flew around emitting quite an iridescent glint

The next day as I sat there contemplating blissful sloth
my fantasy was shattered by an acrobatic moth
it's frenzied fuzzy body was the color of fresh cream
and after but a second it was gone as though a dream

Today I wonder what I'll see outside my office cell
that makes me wish that I possessed some wondrous wings as well
so I could navigate the skies with true impunity
and maybe feel for once in life that I am truly free.

Feelin' The Blues

The world never heard it played like that before
We’ll never feel it played like that again
Goodbye to one who rewrote the score
Another winter comes to an end.


***RIP Johnny***

Necessary Evil

It's the takers and the fakers
not the movers or the shakers
that make us long for lazy days
retired at Golden Acres

but most are not so lucky
we struggle (ain't life ducky?)
to justify a token raise
while trying to stay plucky.