Hoodwinked

If you stop questioning lies
The truth will cease to be
Refuse to use your eyes
You’ll lose the sense to see

Ignore the strident cries
Of victims, lose your ears
Believe what they devise
You’re fooled by fears.

OK

Knot and knit both start with a K
But not the nit that won’t go away
Perhaps they would be keener to go
If they were offered a quick KO.

Flexible

 

Count your blessings

Not the blips

Of pointless stressing

Before life slips

Away

 

Nothing matters

In the end

Our essence scatters

So learn to bend

And sway.

Buzzing

 

I'm hammered on the hum

Of a thousand wings that thrum

As others pass by numb

How jaded we’ve become.

Full of It

Your gluttonous rapture aside
There’s nothing more filling than pride
But based on the banquet you’re due
You may be less likely to chew

Though demons denied will devour
Your soul while you grimace and glower
You still hold your plate out for more
And everyone stares at the floor.

Characteristic

A poet's pen preempts your Es
(You’re forced to think when comfort flees)
Occasionally it gives you Qs
Or quality quips that you can use
At times it makes you mutter Gs
And gives you goosebumps like the breeze
It really rings with lyric Rs
Reminding us – Reach for the Stars!

Reparations

The past you run from
Can sometimes become
A future you’d never expect
Keep checking your back
The truth has a knack
For stalking those prone to neglect

The blessing to face
A former disgrace
And try to make things somewhat right
Should never be blown
The proof that you’ve grown
Is more than just feeling contrite.

You Never Know

You never know when love will find you
And get deep down in your soul
Or the little things that can bind you
To the one that makes you whole

You never know where love will take you
Or if you’re ready for the trip
But when your allies all forsake you
You’ll still have a hand to grip

You never know if love will change you
But if you’re lucky you will feel
A greater purpose, and it’s strange too
When your heartache starts to heal

⚠️

Apocalyptic skies
Herald our demise
With many seeking solace
In the most outrageous lies

It’s time to heed the signs
The old prophetic lines
And seek a shred of mercy
Our defiance undermines.

Overbite

I chomped my cheek
And really cringed
I shouldn’t speak
With jaw unhinged.

Better

The anchor kept choking
I raised the remote
Those lies keep on poking
The sides of his throat

To halt the transmission
Of words that aren’t true
You don’t need permission
Just *click* and they’re through.

Last Course

A year at the grill?
I’ve had my fill
But still I keep cooking these meals

I need lots of green
To feed the machine
That seems to be losing it’s wheels

Well done or rare
I really don’t care
You get what you order my friend

The menu is lite
So take a big bite
It isn’t that long till the end.

Regimen

Duplicity disfigures me
In ways that only I can see
Unless I choose to fool myself
Denying what I know to be
But that would just exacerbate
The depth of the deformity
So I decide to exercise
And diet on transparency
In order to initiate
A somewhat healthier me.

Making Tracks

Like claw marks in the concrete
From steel-taloned feet
The grooves were deep and ran parallel
There’s no way I could know
The whole scenario
But it looks like someone really gave it hell.

Aubade

At night a bird can sound forlorn
That is, until the morn
When they get to see the sun reborn
Anew

For then a major change takes place
In every note, detect a trace
An interval of lilting grace
Ensues.