Extinction 2.0

A century is but a tick
to one that doesn't decompose
ingenious alloys do the trick
reducing rot related woes
and any chance of being sick
although it wasn't good for those
within the healthcare field, undone
once immortality had begun

but many found it hard to deal
with their increased longevity
and coped by learning not to feel
unhappiness or levity
becoming just as cold as steel
while exercising brevity
whenever interaction loomed
and thus the human race was doomed.

Anachronism

His life was writ in lines of code that scrolled
across a monitor like ghostly text
composed by some developer controlled
by ego, certain he had hatched the next
big thing, though it was already passe;
an altered fragment of an older app
conceived when flesh and bone were still the way
before those sick of death began to tap
into a way to virtually live
forever. Imperfections scattered through
the code kept flashing in his memory banks
with urges to feel passion and forgive,
archaic thoughts this world no longer knew
and every time he did he'd thrum with thanks.

Solidification

How long might an illusion last?
As long as the mind holds fast
for even when the truth is shown
some can never quite move past

the little world that's all their own
where they will wander on alone
while watching for that distant mast
which turns a dream to stone.

Close

I'm one with the darkness that drapes all we see
I burrow in blackened recesses
accepting the shadow's seduction of me
and cooing from ice cold caresses
until a remembrance posesses
my spirit, compelling me to rapidly flee
the grip of ravenous tresses
for I was raised immersed in light, and thus I long to be.

Sidestep

When mired in The Bog of Mediocre
beware the stagnant pools that suck you down
and any storm predicted as a soaker
the lowest ones are usually first to drown

watch out for nettles and those noxious gasses
produced when things once living start to rot
it happens when you're stifled by the masses
endeavoring to dominate the plot

and stay away from glens that look inviting
that's where complacent cattle congregate
try looking for a pathway expediting
your escape to where new lands await.

Grit

There's always more facets that lurk
(for those who are willing to work)
beneath the facade of a stone
that's hiding much more than is shown
like mysteries cloaked by a hem
enticing your lust for the gem
this promise is often concealed
from those that are anxious to yield
but easy for those that don't mind
a bit of a tedious grind.

Stocking Stuffer

I don't need Holly
to make me feel jolly
but do get giddy
when her sister Molly
(who's no old biddy)
makes me say "Golly!"
Oh, what folly.


Merry Christmas Y'all o<];^)

Impact

Inanity sells
The dumber you are
The more your worth swells

Mediocrity rules
We lower the bar
To cater to fools

Calamity calls
The bigger the star
The faster it falls.

Inclined

Wherever I go there are leaks
through fissures that negligence wreaks
and there is no shingle or tar
that could possibly cover each scar
resulting from ongoing streaks
of rotten luck that tends to mar
a life that seeks pleasanter peaks.

Tread Lightly

"You have troll feet!" she said
as we snuggled in bed
and I felt my cheeks grow increasingly red
then I tried to secrete
my big hairy feet
as far as I could beneath the top sheet
and wondered if I'd lose
her love if I choose
to wear my boots every time we snooze.

Evasion

The power to stand
a penchant to fall
there's nothing more bland
than one with no gall

desire to spare
ambition unseen
a failure to care
and dreams lose their sheen

an ounce of regret
can feel like a ton
unless you forget
the burden and run.

Dropped

The visits are surely descending
as interest is rapidly ending
in one with a voice all its own
but stony to kindnesses shown
an eremite eager for peace
which is only achieved through release
of the structures that ring rather hollow
without anyone that will follow
though loyalty only gets earned
when occasionally it gets returned.

Malled

I've been bullied and bumped and belittled enough
that I have decided to bag
this holiday headache of purchasing stuff
which people would just as soon slag

so when we convene for festivities billed
as the annual family bash
everyone gets a small envelope filled
with a modest assortment of cash.

Redeployment

Dedicated to the memory of NY State Trooper Cunniff and anyone else fallen in the line of duty.


Who shields those protecting us all
when they must relinquish their sword?
A voice from above will give them the call
to serve in the ranks of The Lord.

Forecast

It was cold when they came to observe
but we knew we had to perform
and show we were willing to serve
with vigorous motions and grunts
exceeding their usual norm
while stony faces watched our stunts
of manufactured verve
without a hint of ever being warm.