Well To Do

A revolution nearly done

And soon we shall succumb to sleep

The leaves turn gold in the late day sun

 

Such treasure isn’t ours to keep

Once nighttime has begun

But there’s no cause to weep

 

For monetary gains don’t last

And time's a blessing from above

That still moves much too fast

 

To truly keep track of,

The most rewarding past

Is memories filled with love.

Monitor

What’s your resolution 

Are you noticing blur

Was the latest execution 

Not as clean as you prefer

Will the artificial stir

Incite a revolution 

And if it does occur

What’s your resolution?

Different Beat

When I started to suffer

I sought to buffer

Myself from the rest of the world

Words were my refuge 

Against the cold deluge 

Of pain that life constantly hurled

I took every lashing

My baby teeth gnashing

Withdrawing with each throbbing welt

I can still see it clearly

Someone I loved dearly

Unwinding that red leather belt

The shattered illusion

Created confusion

Abandonment issues ballooned 

Apologies inferior 

When I looked in the mirror

And saw the unwarranted wound

I remember the staring

Of those who were caring

That asked if I had taken a fall

“Yes I just tumbled.“

I reluctantly mumbled

There was nothing more, that was all

I continued escaping 

The ignorant gaping

Of those who would never understand 

And then began writing

Completely delighting 

In solitude’s lack of demand

My pen isn’t fancy

My temperament chancy 

But I managed to somehow survive

I’ll keep grinding verses

Till my spirit disperses

When I am no longer alive.

Verified

How much of what we see is real?

How much of what we think and feel

Is something someone else contrived 

The very second we arrived,

A bundle of potential they

Immediately start to sway,

Another fresh consumer born

The cold machine shall ply with scorn

Determined to destroy each soul

Their techno mojo can’t control,

So don’t believe what you have seen

Upon your precious little screen

If you do you'll pay the price

And always will be their device.

Syntax

I tried to give my life meaning 

But never could clearly define

This latent apprehension

That defies comprehension 

And always has me leaning

On these battlements of mine,

When context has no bearing 

The truth won’t make much sense

Avoiding the arrangement 

That spells out my estrangement 

Facilitates the tearing

Down of this old fence.

Schematics

Twenty years after the fall

Their lies were enough to appall

Twenty-five years now and still

Deceit continues to spill—

Such tales (like towers) grow tall

Such schemes (like ever) will kill.

Unsurpassed

If you simply watch time pass

It drags, insanely slow

But spend it playing in the grass

It’s gone before you know

Work is seldom ever fun

And pleasure doesn’t last

Make sure before your time is done

Each tick is unsurpassed. 

Unbridled

If you only do

What they tell you to

How free are you?

Exclusively say

The words they okay?

Then you obey.

Ignore the strains

Of those without reins

You prefer chains,

But if you strive

For expression to thrive

You may feel alive.

Vanished

Have you ever felt you don’t exist?

That’s how I feel most of the time 

Like if you tried to grab my wrist

Your hand would pass right through 

And in your mind a thought would chime

What happened to the man I knew?

I just can’t seem to force my heart

To buy the perpetual lie,

I'll never populate the chart

Compiled by those overlords

Who pick apart data to try 

To dominate the hordes,

And I certainly won’t ever wear

A label upon my lapel,

So, am I really there,

Is obstinance a remedy for rue?

I ponder in my private hell

What happened to the man I knew?

Sit!

I looked up and howled

“Please end this slump!”

The universe growled 

Like a dog in a dump

I looked down and sighed 

My chances quite small 

To calm this canine

With no leash at all.

Outlier

Intensely aware 

Of the microscope's glare

He stays on his own little slide

Away from the germs

And uncertain terms

Where others tend to reside

If he must interact 

He keeps an exact

Extension of distance between

Himself and the lot

So anxious to plot

A way to be rude or obscene

Mutations occur

And boundaries blur

As data reveals hidden trends

He'll study it all

Through his test tube wall

Until the experiment ends.

Sparse

The longest day, when light should linger 

Suddenly turned dark

And nothing could eliminate the pall

Which made it hard to place a finger

Anywhere near the mark

Of what had dimmed that twenty-four carat ball.

I stood upon a hemisphere

That currently was warm

But knew tomorrow shivers would arrive

Another less-than-fruitful year

I guess it’s just the norm

To forfeit more the longer you survive.

Crash Course

“I’m here to make people feel better.”

He said with an insincere grin

I could tell by his haughty demeanor

His concern was the eighteenth pin

 

And not the impending procedure

This doctor insisted I need

While touting his role as a healer

But not his addiction to greed

 

They said, “You’re the last of this session.”

Then rapidly reamed out the guck

And gave me an indelible lesson—

How it feels to be hit by a truck.

 

 

To The Quick

I see the age in my hands

As truth impales my heart

Eviscerating my soul,

We honor those who depart 

Their fate beyond our control,

The balance has its demands

And isn’t concerned who feels whole,

The ache in my heart expands

As hope and I slowly part.

Dawning

It seemed that time stood still last night

Which really was a shock,

I smiled, until I saw the light:

The battery died in my clock.