laissez-faire

When you see another’s freedom
Does it make you want your own?
A king without a kingdom
Is a fool upon the throne.

The jester finds his humor
In the folly of the rich
Until they start a rumor
And flick that cancel switch

Sir knight was seen defending
Many damsels on the web
Till felled by a fiend pretending
To be a single mom named Deb

The queen’s been known to dally
With as many as she can
And no one cares to tally
They just bet on her next man

Again I ask this question
Don’t roll your eyes and groan
When you see another’s freedom
Does it make you want your own?

Curmudgeon

Attempt to read me
You’ll find no light book
Don’t like what you see?
Then try not to look

You leave people flat
I’m no fiddle my friend
Any nonsense like that
You’ll never play again.

Process

Introspection – Inception
Calculation – Creation
Perfection – Perception
Action – Satisfaction.

Double Down

When fantasies crumble
Spirits can tumble
And you fall faster than most
You knew your status
Was surely not gratis
And your conscience is no silent ghost.

Beyond your assumption
Would you have the gumption
To make such an upheaval true?
Just drop it and ramble
It’s not worth the gamble
Don’t let one mistake become two.

Surprise!

I’ve never cared less about money
But worried more about worth
Like most things in life, it’s funny
We have been warned since His birth
But no one thought they’d live to see
That holy judgment come to be.

Poking Fun

It’s the most wonderful time of the year
They’re really pushing the fear
And trying to make the light of hope
Completely disappear

The struggle that most can’t perceive
Is fiercely waged, they deceive
The common people beyond the scope
That many could ever believe.

But ask yourself one little thing:
Why are the rules differing?
The only ones I see sick (don’t mope)
Have felt the needle sting.

Temporality

I see the circles my grandson made in the snow
Just yesterday, or was it a year ago?
Time – so fleeting yet so dense,
It’s Christmas, let’s enjoy the present tense.

Remake

A bygone era on the screen
Reminds me of a different scene
The roles were clear, content clean

The latest flick is way too woke
Where every boundary is broke
And the storyline is just a joke

Perhaps we’ll reach a point someday
That such distractions go away
As we embrace our interplay.

Endings are Overrated

In pursuit of poetic designs
It’s a problem to procrastinate
You end up with just a few lines
That really aren’t

Bedecked

A misty winter morning
And crystals are adorning
Every limb as far as one can see

This flashy year end fashion
Inspires my compassion
That they may soon wear emerald finery.

Identity Crisis

We cling to generalities
Ignoring the details
And other vital qualities
That might prevent some fails

The broader that we can make
A label we apply
The less time we will take
To truly wonder why.

Renewal

The solstice ensued
Beneath a full moon
And everyone’s mood
Was lighter for soon
A brief interlude
To honor the birth
That rescued our brood
The King of the earth
Who came from above
Our faith is renewed
As we learn to love
The solstice ensued.

Drama

At least to some degree
It’s plausible to say
We all must pay a fee
To watch the latest play

And if we aren’t a fan
That means we play a role
I try to stay deadpan
Or neutral (as a whole)

But critics do abound
(the cruel craven creed)
Don’t try to astound
Just act as you need.

Floodgates

A river of living water flows
Cascading from a humble heart
That’s fueled by faith which love bestows
Because it makes all doubt depart
Relinquish control
Let it cleanse your soul.

Trashed

FLEDGLING SPECIES UNPREPARED
FOR CONTACT—THEY WOULD BE TOO SCARED.
THEY ARE SURLY AND AGGRESSIVE
THOUGH THEY CAN BE QUITE IMPRESSIVE.
RECOMMEND OBSERVING THEM FOR NOW.
The yeoman reading rubbed his brow
ADVISE ON OUR FUTURE COURSE
IF NO RESPONSE WE WILL USE FORCE.
The tired soldier misplaced it in the bin
And thus the end of humankind was set to begin.

Good Cheer

The festive flickers glow
And you can too you know
Once you’re blasted by the beam
That’s back where patients go

The tinsel sparkles bright
And you will too at night
More radiant than you could dream
We’ll get you feeling right

The most fragile gift
Is life, so gladly lift
Your voice into a joyous scream
Before you cross the rift.

Boosted

They created this world of consumer lust
Insisting that copulation’s a must
But now they see too many of us
When robots can serve without all the fuss

The problem with pushing perpetual greed?
There are just too many mouths to feed.
And how do you fix an unfeasible fate?
You simply increase the mortality rate.

Sick of It

Outside the heroes’ hideaway
I mull my current state
And realize how far away I am
From caring what the cretins say
When they pontificate
Regarding their most recent health scare scam.

Ad Infinitum

In the spring
Beside a budding tree
We sow the seeds of love
I hope will be
Forevermore

In the summer
By the raging sea
I feel the waves of passion
Washing over me
Forevermore

In autumn
When cooling begins
I watch the climate change
Undone by sins
Forevermore

In winter
I wish a thaw
Would eliminate the ice
That leaves me raw
Forevermore
Forevermore

Beguilers

Credence is strictly reserved
For those who make certain the lie
Is propped up and proudly preserved
Successful psyops don’t die

Content conformists consume
Is crafted by crooks to coerce
The easily fooled to presume
That freedom of thought Is a curse

Be thankful if you aren’t convinced
And never forsake what is right
As truth is atrociously minced
By fiends dressed as angels of light.

3000 Posts

I

How many posts, how many boards,
how many rough-hewn beams
to insulate me from the hordes
in the fortress of my dreams?

The flimsy forms that I construct
don’t make me feel secure
and, I fear, will self-destruct,
foundations so unsure.

I should have picked a better hill
on which to make my stand
for this one’s kind of flat, but still
my mind insists it’s grand,

a massive site that I maintain
while laboring each day
to coax more output from my brain
so I can build away.

II

Timber! And another post
Is resolutely felled
And now I’ve got to get it where I want,
I have no mind or time to boast,
My noggin isn’t swelled
But should I use a plainer type of font?

III

Each day I build anew
With naught but raw sinew
I’ve labored sixteen years
And busted through veneers

For timber strong and true.
Each day I build anew
Like a beaver with his dam
Seeking shelter from the scam,

My posts, though sometimes short
Are handy for support,
Each day I build anew
And marvel how it grew

But I can’t ever stop
There will never be a top,
It’s what I was born to do
Each day I build anew.

IV

I figured I would never amount to much
Intensely reluctant to endlessly compete,
Existing but still, forever out of touch.

Ambition is anathema to me (as such)
Survival in itself is quite a feat,
I figured I would never amount to much

But refused to use my failure as a crutch
I never was a fan of self deceit,
Existing, but still forever out of touch.

Each night in my quiet little hutch
I find something suitable to eat,
I figured I would never amount to much

While striving to be worthy in the clutch
And determined to always be discreet,
Existing but, still forever out of touch.

In search of solitude but finding nonesuch
My fortress is glaringly incomplete,
I figured I would never amount to much—
Existing, but still, forever out of touch.

V

My back is much less achy than my head
For all this labor happens in my mind,
It’s fortunate when I was young I fed
A fierce imagination fare designed
To foster flights of fancy far removed
From everyday concerns we all must face,
As less than ideal posts can be improved
Unlike some churlish people without grace.
Despite the strain, I cannot quell the urge
To keep on building at this site I chose,
Within, my stubborn juices fairly seethe—
Where faith and determination converge
There brims a soul that will always compose
Until the day that I no longer breathe.

VI

This is it apparently
I’ve reached the final line
Terseness is inherently
My style, and that’s just fine.

Sole Suspect

In another dimension I win
On some distant plane I achieve
While here I keep rubbing my shin
From the kicks that I always receive
And sympathy? That’s moot
They come from my own boot.

Mourning

Without a light
Voracious night
Consumes your every thought
You cannot sleep
As shadows creep
On frazzled nerves so taut

The moon is new
And stars are few
The darkness feels so cold
You curl up tight
But tell your fright
That you refuse to fold

You pass the time
Creating rhyme
That no one cares to read
Until at last
Morosely past
The curtains rays will bleed.

Hubbub

You can hear them down by the bank
Of the river, their caws like a reverb tank
Until a silver bullet clatters through
Then half of them say toodaloo
And crisscross the late evening sky
A clamorous murder on the fly.

Assassins

Those that over compensate
For their innate
Lack of ability

Will cut you deep
So always keep
Away from their futility

For they are weak
And yes, will seek
To snipe at your tranquility.

Disposition

What do you consume
The sunlight or gloom?
The answer decides
If you struggle or bloom.

Gloaming

We watched the sun go down together
And I said, “When I’m gone, I’ll send letters.”
She said, “Don’t bother, for I’ll be gone too
The only thing keeping me here is you.”

I met her when the sun was big and bright
Her beauty made it dim by compare
I knew that it was love at first sight
When she smiled as she twirled her auburn hair

And now it seems to be a lifetime ago
When that dying star started getting low
Yet we denied the signs of worsening weather
And watched the sun go down together.

Survey

Digging for gold
A nugget or two
Sifting through old
Claims left to stew
A fortune untold
Once scoured anew

It’s hard to cash in
When pounding sand
My payload is thin
But this dream is grand
Though I risk chagrin
If I wind up panned.

Placable

The lines are now so blurred
All boundaries are gone
And chaos has begun to darkly bloom
A quantum shift occurred
As the hell begotten spawn
Of evil seek to bring about our doom.

But love (though sometimes scant)
Can counteract the curse
Of self-imposed destruction that has been
The reason people rant
And rave and make things worse
It’s time to be forgiving once again.

Ritual

Just single digits away
That goal line is in sight
The countdown has begun

I made it here despite
My tendency to shun
The need for repartee

And these yarns I’ve spun
Are far from macramé
But they are my sacred rite.

Partial

Will anybody ever see
How much these words mean to me
I’ve always tried my best to be
Creative to the nth degree

I thought by now someone of note
Would notice something that I wrote
But chances are so remote
That I am left inchoate.

Inevitable

Who or what will the savior be
When they roll him out to rule us
Proclaiming his love for humanity
How deviously he’ll fool us

They’ll put his face on every screen
To blast his devilish doctrine
Unapologetically obscene
To an audience that’s locked in

And just as it was once foretold
He’ll demand to be exalted
And as I watch it all unfold
I know it can’t be halted.

Camo Season

It’s that time of year
When leaves fall down
And once they are sere
They curl and turn brown

So don’t be remiss
If you have a dog
Or ask yourself this
Is it a leaf or a log?

Experience

A pinch of this, a dash of that
A lack of spice can leave you flat
The insignificant turns immense
Immersing every single sense.

Blowout

I know, you thought we were done
But I’m serving up one more pun
So prepare to squeeze
Your nose if you please
For the turkey toots have begun.

Disinclined

The deviled eggs look like hell
They didn’t want to shed their shell
For they never had a chance to shine
When next to cheesecake so divine.

Exchanging Recipes

I think of all the bonds I broke
And all the times that I misspoke
Or really practiced just to choke
Which made me come unglued

But then I humbly bow my head
And thank The Lord for this fine bread
And choose to make my goal instead
Expressing gratitude.

Escapism

It’s hard to watch the sky
When you have a little guy
Just yanking you along
His tiny frame so strong
And I said to him, “Sheesh
You almost broke the leash!”
But he kept pulling tight
Like the captured satellite
That glows with such intensity
Impatient to be free.

Slug

Those who lack a life
Feel worthy when they give
A heap of pointless strife
To folks that seek to live
Without the need to spar

A barstool can provide
A perch to rest and drink
But it’s no place for snide
Remarks from drunks who think
It’s normal to live in a bar.

Pitched

A paper package, flattened, faded red
With a greasy yellow M upon it said
’Caution—contents hot’ but nothing was there
Much like the empty promise of satisfying fare.

Guzzler

There goes Billy Badass
The turbo tweeting loud
In his decked out heavy duty diesel ram

With the current price of gas
You’d think he’d be less proud
And somehow find a redneck way to cram

His Budweiser-bloated mass
Into the shrunken shroud
Of a smart car, but he doesn’t give a damn.

Buildup

A milestone draws near
(at least for me)
I’ve stacked another tier
(and that makes three)
The walls are getting sheer
(relatively)
Will it all just disappear?
I guess we’ll see.

Expansion

I fed the black hole
A galaxy of stars
(at least enough to fill a modest pan)
But gravity took a toll
My waistband shows the scars
Good thing I didn’t make another can.

Infraction

On any given day
I tend to fluctuate
Just one asshole away
From happy to irate

I wish I could make
The world a better place
But I can’t even take
Bad drivers with grace.

Venturesome

He jumped aboard the strange machine
And grabbed the ancient helm
Then pushed a button blinking green
To leave his current realm

He warped his way through many lands
Both boring and bizarre
From desert worlds with diamond sand
To seas of thick black tar

Unsure if he should take a stab
At finding his way home
To carry on his life (so drab)
He chose to ever roam.

Lowland

It’s really quite plain:
If you aren’t able to abstain
From pursuing the profane
In hell you will remain.

Expendable

It isn’t looking too good for me
A slave to the state I’ll never be
I believe in science (done properly)
But not when used to coerce the free

To sacrifice their own self worth
And rights reserved upon their birth
So traitors with financial girth
Can hand the dark a docile earth.

Just Shy

Amber, ocher, and vermilion
Decorate the fall cotillion
Dainty debutantes will cluster
Scattered by an old man’s bluster
To float around the dim pavilion
With all the coyness they can muster.

Screwed

The sauced-up suitor
Went on the computer
Looking for someone to love
He fancied a tumble
With somebody humble
That looked like an angel above

He found a chick willing
And sat there just spilling
His heart out in hopes of a score
A couple days later
Like a muffled vibrator
He heard a soft knock on the door.

They chatted politely
Him smiling brightly
While wondering what he should do
When she said, “No maybe,
I want you baby.”
And a passionate night would ensue,

He woke in the morning
A brief note adorning
His mirror as the alarm clock sobbed
It said, ’Sorry Honey
I took all your money.’
But somehow he didn’t feel robbed.

😆

Life’s too short to stay upset
So remember this whenever you fret:
Whatever happened will surely pass
Keep on smiling when kicked in the ass.

Famous Last Words

Each taste I’ve had
Was just a lick
In ways I’m glad
It didn’t stick
I may be mad
But I’m not sick
For every fad
Is over quick.

Air Cover

Like a little orange jet it flew
Just to land within a few
Feet of my sore feet

It stuck there in the muddy soil
As though resting from it’s toil
Surrounded by the fleet

That likewise left the hangar bare
Until the spring recruits are there
To fight the summer heat.

On Track

I heard the train chugging through the fog
But couldn’t see it till I neared the rails
And still I knew that every bolt and cog

Was there and working as it was designed,
So on we walked, the dogs with wagging tails,
And me relieved I hadn’t (yet) lost my mind.

Load

Those that can
Simply do
Those who can’t
Pass their rue

On to those
Who were done
So it goes
Work ain’t fun.

Melancholia

The musty smell of rotting leaves
The scent a summer lover grieves
It lingers in the autumn air
Like wispy roving of despair
That threads the loom on which the Maker weaves.

Snip

Dahlia’s trying to bloom
But Jack won’t give her room
His icy unrelenting grip
A date with doom

She tried her best to nip
It in the bud, but couldn’t slip
His sparkling advance
Turned power trip

It only takes one glance
To see her only chance
Is ending (expeditiously)
This deadly dance.

Appetite

The urbanites
Demand delights
As taxes hit
Record heights

The common man
Has a hollow pan
To pay for shit
The peons plan.

Steamed

I could care less
But I don’t

You should finesse
But you won’t

We would be fine
But we’re not

You crossed the line
And I’m hot.

Outlet

If you only keep droning the lie
But never once utter a ‘why?’
I urge you my friend to refrain
From handing these psychos your brain
The smirking deceivers so smug
For they know that you’ll never unplug.

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Respite

Don’t get too invested
It’s best to be rested
So your mind can go wandering at will

Your patience was tested
But patrons ingested
Much more than the usual swill

And once they’ve requested
Your fare uncontested
You’ll probably be chained to the grill.

Laborious

The lush is a leech
Draining all within reach
The blonde is a bitch
But I don’t give a stitch
The idiot irks
That’s work, full of jerks
But dawn helps inspire
Cessation of ire.

Civil

I thought I could find a solution
To counter the flawed institution
But nothing was quite good enough
To remedy their prostitution

And now I am simply existing
At times like a vessel that’s listing
Especially when whiteheads are rough
Though I do my best at resisting

There will be a great separation
And a possible fierce altercation
Yet if we just call out their bluff
We may still survive as a nation.

As Is

We all wear a mask
And our greatest task
Is learning it’s foolish to hide

The grand masquerade
Need never be played—
In truth we should always abide.

Undone

Once you get sweating
Your mind starts forgetting
I shouldn’t have waited
But now it’s back dated.

Clapper

She knew something was wrong
So paid the doc a call
And got the news she didn’t want to hear
Convinced she had to be strong
To have any chance at all
The fight began with friends and family near

The medicines she had to take
Would leave her feeling sick
But doggedly she weathered everything
Each queasy pang and fearsome ache
She found a way to lick
And now she gets to hear her victory ring.

Fur Sure

The cheeky one loves to play
The lucky one sleeps all day
The hyper one is quite a nut
The gentle one has a Buddha gut

Together they’re a wacky pack
But I would never give one back
We love each other, that’s enough
Especially when times are rough.

Already Free

When you look at me
With that twinkle in your eye
I get the funny feeling
That I’m not the only guy
I know I can’t prove it
And I doubt you’ll ever say
I’m not hanging round to find out
If you choose to have me stay

I said what I had to
Though I don’t believe you heard
So listen very closely
As I repeat my final words

But if you turn to answer
Don’t expect my company
Because I’m already gone
I’m already free

It’s really not surprising
That our partnership’s a bust
You never put much effort
Into building up my trust
You come and go and flirt away
With everyone you see
And now I’m off to find someone
That wants to be with me

Just So

I got nothing
He wearily said
Nothing… nothing… nothing
Rang in his head
But then one thought eased his despair
‘Poetry is Everywhere’.

Cheers

First, we shall begin
With media induced fear
Then cheat to get in
We won’t let them near
To question the phony
Ballots we make
While screaming BALONEY
Whatever their take
Our agents are trained
To lie with abandon
But trust has waned
They like someone named Brandon.

Spoke

When was the last time
Someone told you they care
Or you heard the pleasant chime
Of real affection there

Now I don’t know you
And you aren’t acquainted with me
But I assure you one thing’s true
I’m concerned wholeheartedly

That happiness is in your heart
And harmony is what you feel
When contemplating your own part
In the endless wheel – I said my spiel.

Topple

Go against the narrative
And you’ll be ostracized
By thugs whose lone imperative
Is the lie they’ve televised

But don’t start feeling impotent
Your power is phenomenal
Ignore each phony incident
And pray for the first domino.

Catalogue

A lackadaisical mailman brings
Our flashy little flyer
We’ll show you all the useless things
You really don’t require
And then when your desire stings
We’ll jack the prices higher
If greed is pulling on your strings
You will become a buyer.

Raise

I feel the darkness nearing
and the imminent collapse
of order, and it’s searing
each overwhelmed synapse
with smoldering shadows of chagrin
for no one sees the mess we’re in—

believing lies as truthful
condemning facts as hate
while poisoning the youthful
with pills so they’re sedate
if we don’t teach them loving ways
too soon we’ll face the final days.

Good Behavior

When I think of those with whom I’m at odds
I start having fantasies involving cattle prods
But then I feel bad and let kindness prevail
(besides, I don’t think I’d last too long in jail).

Memento

Today I chanced upon a sumac leaf
Among the scattered ingots on the ground
So red, it was almost beyond belief
Too beautiful to waste within a mound,
I plucked it from the sod and brought it back
To my domesticated domicile
And stuck it at the bottom of a stack
Of books to let it flatten for a while.
The changes seem to come more frequently
As every day is shorter than the last
And I know there is no way I can stall
That tell-tale splash of fleeting vibrancy
Which quickly fades, compelling me to stash
A colorful reminder of the fall.

Maximize

This lifetime trip
Is but a blip
A hiccup in the universe
The paradigm
That we call time
Means nothing to the void, but worse

It makes us think
A single blink
Expendable, there’s always more
When every breath
That we cheat death
Should mean much more than the one before.

Weather

The road ahead was glistening
Like diamonds in the sun
A climax to the christening
The tempest had begun

The fury of the thunder
And the purity of rain
Should be a cause for wonder
But some still voice disdain

At every storm’s upending
I guess they’ve never seen
The need for proper cleansing
Or redemption’s holy sheen.

Stymied

What do you do
When you are through
But have no way
To start anew?

Decide to stay
Or move away
I wish I knew
Just what to say.

Incorrigible

The makers of the matrix like to mock
Those of us impervious to shock
That know how low these miscreants will go
To make our world the hell that they love so.

Loyalties

The chemicals they feed us
Imperil and impede us
But there is One that freed us
With unconditional love

So never follow those who
Make sure profit goes to
Those whose evil shows through
Instead, seek God above.

Hours

I’d rather don the yoke
Than listen to the joke
Or else it’s time to start drinking liquor
Cirrhosis isn’t fun
But will get it done
With less pain and probably much quicker.

Given

Do you care
Enough to share
The change you know you shouldn’t spare

Grimly gaunt
Naught to flaunt
That humble look of need will haunt

Your mind at night
It isn’t right
If only coins could end this blight.

No Looking Back

It looked like an iguana
Laying long and low
But when I came upon it
I saw it wasn’t so
And sighed, for it turned out to be
A piece of root from a tree
I guess it’s finally time for me
To get some specs so I can see.

Subdermal

Fear can crawl and it can creep
And it will get deep
Inside

And those who claim they never felt
That panic in their pelt
Have lied.

Miss Informed

She’ll crash your post self righteously
And then berate your views
Repeating so religiously
The lies she heard on the news

Devoid of any original thought
Convinced that she’s so pure
Her misconceptions are never sought
But she is making sure

To plaster them on any page
That doesn’t quite agree
With her routinely triggered rage
She’ll taint the truth then flee.

Either Oar

Wanting for steam
Watching a dream
That keeps drifting farther away
Stroking desire
Stoking the fire
Maintains the gap, but today
Scraping for coal
Scrapping my goal
Seems like an option in play
Loafing all through
Laughing at rue
It’s time to start rowing – MAKE WAY!

Heal Thyself

There’s a lump in the palm of my hand
And I really don’t know what to do
My doctor (so phony and bland)
Will say “Let’s run a test or two.”

While pecking away at the keys
Of the laptop he never puts down
Afflicted with the latest disease
I wish I could give him a hand *frown*

Shocker

I think of all the pointless things
I did to make a buck
And marvel that I never went insane
Though self assessment often stings
I’ve just been down on my luck
(At least that’s what the voices say in my brain).

Instinct

The blue jay blares it’s piercing note
A cardinal croons a hymn
The robin soon will be remote
On a wayward winter whim

The geese are forming in a V
And heading out due south
A grackle scrounges greedily
To fill it’s squawking mouth

The falcon stoically remains
Unflapped and seeks some prey
A mourning dove’s bravado wanes
As gray as this fall day

A flock of pigeons swoop and dive
As seagulls glide, so free
I feel their need to live and thrive
Seductive as the sea.

Misled

Everything that I have learned has been
Important to becoming who I am
Bemused at the conditioned me back then
I laugh at how much I believed the scam

Indoctrination dominates our youth
As we are taught the falsehoods that convince
Us we exist within a world of truth
My former gullibility makes me wince

If only information we receive
Was not a sad attempt by the elite
To manipulate our mindset or deceive
They wouldn’t be so close to their defeat.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Do you believe what you’re told
Or what you behold
Ideological lies
Or two good eyes
The tongue of a thief
Or the pain of grief
Is the only thing real
The confusion you feel?

Strengthening

Two in a row
Two to go
Progress slow
Heave and ho

Every trunk
I have sunk
Angst has shrunk
‘scuse me – THUNK!

Motley

The clouds look like a painting
A pastel place of peace
Unsullied by the tainting
Of swarms that never cease
Releasing toxins everywhere
A true depiction of despair.

Sellouts

For the love of gold
The corrupt comply
Their hearts turned cold
Just so they can buy
Into the big lie

Overcome by greed
A sullied soul
May feel the need
To lose control
Despite the toll.

Tail of Terror

The moon was round and low
And lent a spectral glow
To anything it’s silver rays caressed

An amber pair of eyes
Caught me by surprise
A fearsome beast that seemed to be possessed

So carefully, I crept
But suddenly it leapt
A crazy cuddly canine, who’d have guessed?

Bad Rep

They’re not noble, they’re not even nice
Selling this country out for any price
Representative of everything vindictive and vile
Grinning like hyenas all the while—
But those who smile widest often hide
The blackest hearts of evil deep inside.

Destination

The emerald hills are glowing
In the late September sun
I feel excitement growing
A new journey is begun

My first step through the doorway
I feel my heartbeat start
To quicken on this foray
Into autumn’s vibrant heart

I seek a new perspective
With a breath suspending view
As I follow one directive:
Be compassionate and true.

Ups and Downs

I tried an elevator
But it really let me down
Then an escalator
But I must’ve missed a step
Then an excavator
But no one dug my frown
So maybe I’ll just see you later
‘scuse me while I schlep.

Loss

He slimmed down so much his goatee
Looked two sizes too big
And his skin flopped around soggily
Like gelatin doing a jig

I asked him if he was okay
He awkwardly boomed “You bet!”
And then someone told me today
He died before the sun set.

Prime Mover

They asked him, “Have you ever lied?”
He nodded his assent
“Outstanding, you are qualified!”
Then made him president,
Amused at all his ramblings
What mattered was – who pulls the strings.

Unlimited

Why must all reduce their speed
For those innately slow?
It’s not a matter of hate or greed
But some are built to go

So if you know you’re in the way
Please kindly move aside
Then we can all avoid delay
And each enjoy their ride.

Theoretical

The last day of summer began with a note
Of minor regret, so haunting, remote—
I searched for a tonic to help me resolve
The endless progression in which we revolve.

Exercise

The frequent assault of our feet
Has beaten a path through the grass
To the lot at the end of our street
Where the street cleaner empties out trash

It’s there that we’re likely to find
A candid conclusion or two
Or three if I’m in my right mind
Though outings like that are so few

The dogs tend to sniff all around
While I let my brain wander free
And sometimes they scratch at the ground
As I’m digging deep inside me

Occasionally I set the course
More often I’m just dragged along
Which could be a cause for remorse
But that’s how you learn to be strong.

Hostile

My freedom’s at stake
And your worst mistake
Is thinking I’ll forfeit control
I will not relent
And force you to vent
My head with a large bullet hole

I’ve lived this life my way
And won’t do what you say
Despite innuendos of death
I don’t want a war
But push a bit more
And I’ll fight to my very last breath.

Misty

The world is getting blurry
A sight I can’t unsee
But there’s no need to worry
The view is not for me
My mind is looking to and fro
At memories from long ago
And soon I fear I may remain
Where sentimental visions reign.

Caregiver

I remember feeling poorly as a child
And my mother, acting such the perfect host
Told me to lay down and lovingly smiled
Then came back with delicious cinnamon toast

And as I grew, whenever I felt bad
I toasted up a steaming slice or two
And that memory, of feeling loved and glad
Would always be enough to pull me through

Now it seems it’s time for me to be
The perfect host as I retrieve my wife
From where they give her chemotherapy
And then employ my trusty butter knife.

Amends

When everything you do
Is met
By endless boo and hoo
You get
A little testy

If you had only known
Would you
Have set the deal in stone
Should you
Regret being so zesty

When things are not ideal
Is there
A way to recapture the zeal
And share
Contentment with your bestie?

Flighty

A butterfly
Got very high
From landing on a plant nearby

One whiff and I
Am certain why
This fella felt the need to fly.

Snag

It seems the more I share
The faster my traffic declines
It’s a good thing I don’t have to care
To keep on casting these lines
Maybe I should read some books
To help me craft much sharper hooks.

Changing Room

When it’s time for something new
Make sure that it’s the style you
Prefer

We all have the capacity to
Become someone other than who
We were.

Reclamation

I will not glorify their crime
As some type of noble cause
They’d kill their mothers for a dime
But we let them write our laws

And now they claim to have a cure
For a disease they paid to make
How much more can we endure?
It’s time for us to take

Our freedom and our country back
From those whose only goal
Is tyranny, so never slack,
Don’t let them take control!

Torch

Bittersweet September
The die-off has begun
And not-so-subtle hints are everywhere

Like little whiffs of musk upon the air
Or the smokiness from an ember
Of a fire almost done,

Although, there is another one
That’s fueled by deep despair
For the fallen I remember.

Derail

The liar-in-chief
Kept it brief
Because his train of thought
Is a lone caboose
Broken loose
And a nation is distraught

He railed at those
Who simply chose
To not proffer their arm
To hacks who could
Be doing good
But seem intent on harm

A mild bug
A toxic drug
Do one and one make three?
You have a choice
So use your voice
Remember — YOU ARE FREE!

Reciprocate

Whatever they pull
Pull back
Whenever they push
Push back
Whoever they sell
Send back
However you take
Give back.

Alluring

I linger in the shade to contemplate
If I have been a willing tool of hate
Or hapless pawn refusing to relate

And as I watch the insects congregate
On roadside flowers fragrant and ornate
Impulsively I must participate.

Evaluation

I see all the stains on my soul
Like ink blots I cannot define
Though I try to be good as a whole
The times I’ve crossed over the line
Have hampered my link to divine

Revelations of truth,
And everything I thought I knew
Dissolves, like my long distant youth,
But I’m praying for strength to pull through
And maybe a write-off or two.

Caution

An arrow that’s green
Does not always mean
It’s safe for you to go
So warily wend
Or your journey could end
Before you even know.

Nova

Beneath the sky
Three would-be stars
Released a searing burst
A noble try
Despite the scars
Of physics at their worst

These proto-suns
Were circled by
The type that like to spin
A dance begun
With fire high
A resonating win.

Bygones

The keening, omnipresent buzz
A fully alert cicada does
Could qualify as summer’s sound
When it is sadly outward bound
But in the end, it’s ALL what was
Forgotten remnants under ground.

Ousting

Whatever they tell you to do
Is not the best option for you
And things beneficial to all
Are rapidly labeled untrue.

How can these shysters commit
Such fraud and be seen as legit?
Their media lackeys have gall
As they are the ones who transmit

The ills that are plaguing our race
They must be dismissed in disgrace,
If not, our chances are small
For a future we want to embrace.

Ante

When it’s your time to choose
Be mindful what you lose
For nothing’s more enlightening
Than duly tendered dues

Regardless how you stall
You’ll finally face a call
And show your cards, chest tightening
In your bid to have it all.

Better Off Than On

A couple grasshoppers on a weed
Got jumpy when my puppy peed
But luckily for them he missed
I’m pretty sure they would’ve been pissed.

Bash

Thirty straight
Punctuate
Things that make
Me irate
Or simply groan
Ain’t that great
Now it’s time
To celebrate.

Unsold

She thinks she’s so hip
With her gaudy frames
And those clownish lips
Bright red, no shame

With a smarmy drawl
She believes she can sell
Some product, but all
Her affectation compels

My mind to tune
The pitch right out—
If you rely on a loon
When you’re broke, don’t pout.

Snack

The grease is fresh
But not the flesh
I love when puns and pathos mesh

Late summer night
Need a bite?
I just may sate your appetite

But only if
You take a whiff
And don’t recoil (pale and stiff)

So grab a plate
No need to wait
Here it is, now masticate.

Pricks

They foster your hate
To keep you sedate
If your foe is next door
You won’t notice the rate

At which you are taxed
So don’t get relaxed
Or you may be sore
Where you’re forcibly vaxxed.

Help Wanted

When you’re born to work
Your back gets sore
Your legs get tired
And you’re always poor
But you are wired
To never shirk

And though days are long
They become a blur
As hope is quelled
By the stagnant stir
With which you meld—
You must stay strong!

Imminent

Approaching the fall as the summer ensued
The thief told his joker they may be pursued
But the jackass grew bolder as the eagle got ill
With peasants so eager to forfeit their will

That anyone thinking was put in a mood
Approaching the fall. As the summer ensued
The federal farce was the joke of the earth
Potential marauders quite giddy with mirth

For soon they’ll start damning the amber waves
And plow them under to make new graves.
Approaching the fall as the summer ensued
The truth was continually misconstrued

As actors with ancient agendas to push
Attempted to turn our gray matter to mush
Though enough were awake to reject what was skewed
Approaching the fall as the summer ensued.

Succulence

The lure of fruit that gilds a tree
One knows they mustn’t scale
Can somehow truly whet the appetite
Imagining that first chin-drenching bite
Their fears of consequences pale
Enough for them to brave the fall and see.

Aeromutt

My dog jumped into the air to try
And chomp an orange butterfly
As it went brightly flapping by

I guess it’s one of those ‘good things’
That even though he has his flings
He never chanced to sprout some wings.

Greedy Hands

I planted an acorn and when I awoke
I found myself dwarfed by the mightiest oak
And then I looked into the mirror to see
A wizened old gnome staring back at me
And it made me wonder if we’ll ever reach
The point where ticks no longer leech
Away our profit and our prime
Will we ever have free time?

Toleration

He felt the scourge remove his skin
Strip by bloody strip
And actually heard the flesh begin
To agonizingly rip

He wondered why this jackboot thug
Would do as he was told
By leaders who would simply shrug
With chilling eyes, so cold

They showed no signs of empathy
To those enduring loss
For vowing humble loyalty
To one that bore the cross.

He knew that he would soon be ‘asked’
To make a final choice
By party peons (properly masked)
And he would choose REJOICE!

Far from Egypt

A semblance of power was granted and then
They fiercely belittled then butchered all men
Convinced that their ovaries somehow imbued
Their sex with more value than any foul dude
They quickly established an inclusive regime
Where every young woman got to follow her dream
And they were so sure that they did it so well
They drowned in denial when the world went to hell.

Felonious

Committing crimes?
How many times
Before you’re apprehended
Although you feel
Intense appeal
It still can’t be defended

So keep it light
And smile bright
But don’t get too invested
Or you may find
The cost unkind
When tolerance is tested.

Tempestuous

Fred kept weeping
The whole damn day
With Henri creeping
Not too far away
I attempted sleeping
To avoid the gray
Thoughts of Grace keeping
My peace at bay.

Influencers

Every day is a bit more grim
Our chance for survival increasingly slim
Well, at least that’s what we’re constantly told
By those who trade their souls for gold
Portraying themselves as properly prim
While hoping we buy the lies they sold;

They have a script from which they read
Convincing those whose minds aren’t freed
That everything they ‘break’ is true
As they endlessly repeat the few
Hypnotic triggers guaranteed
To make some do what they want them to.

Temp

Each tick is like a snicker
but the clock will go no quicker
for service seldom follows a routine

I may be forced to portion
and hope for some distortion
to warp me past my evening ending clean.

The problem with pretending?
Your spree will soon be ending
especially if you live beyond your means.

Trip

I gazed into the firmament and saw
the wonders of the universe unveiled
and every strange dimension laid bare,
the plethora of possibilities there
was staggering, my mind slipped free and sailed
straight into the unknown’s churning maw.

Half-cocked

Free thought or thought free
which way would you be
keen to cogitate,
controlled by the state?
I would choose to steer my own fate

but bureaucrats redraw
every liberating law
with their convoluted code
in order to erode
autonomy – Let’s lock and load!

Amped

Heading out to crank it up and have ourselves a blast
I savor every single note for time goes much too fast
I know I’ll never make it big or even very far
But I just can’t stop smiling as I pick up my guitar.

Catch

Live the life you’re given
Or make one you prefer
The hitch with actual living?
Some glitches may occur

So ply your plan with purpose
But be ready to adapt
Or whisper futile curses
A prisoner, forever trapped.

Deafening

A motorcycle screaming by
A blaring siren loud and high
A truck delivering cement
An airplane droning it’s descent
A locomotive chugging through
A hundred cars, maybe two
All within a city block
No wonder we can’t hear the clock
As we are a calamitous click
Away from that one final tick.

Abbreviated

If I said “F O” would you say “Uh-oh!”
Or think maybe I want a FE FI FUM to go?
Characters can be as malleable as dough

If I said “F U” would you say “How do?”
Or compliment my fiercely flowing MANCHU?
Perhaps it’s time this jaunt is through.

Quacked Up

I asked my doctor “Must life always be
Filled with pointless stress?”
He said “Are you breathing?” I growled “Obviously!”
He smiled and quipped “Then, yes.”

Burgeoning

I pass my former prison
Defiance in each cell
So glad my stretch of withering
Is finally done, considering
All that has arisen,
I would say it’s just as well.

Existing in their cellar
It was difficult to bloom
But now I’m bathed in radiance
And growing full of confidence
That living can be stellar
Despite what problems loom.

Spike?

Progressive seems to mean
You’re allowed to be lewd and obscene
But if you are conservative
You’re accountable for how you live—
Corruption makes them all unclean
Impalement is imperative.

Little Andy

Little Andy thought he was big
Because he got a governing gig
And loved to press more than mitts
While pushing people past their wits

Andy-wandy loved to blame
The public, “It’s all you!” he’d claim,
Insisting how much duty stings
While showing off his nipple rings.

This randy cad was prone to preach
While groping all within his reach
But little Andy’s latest poll
Suggests a term inside the hole.

Precautionary

The only ill that’s surging
Is the lie that they keep urging
With every puppet panel
Time to turn the channel!

Remember as you listen
And your eyes begin to glisten
Refusing their rendition
Is the way to end transmission.

Puckey

I had fallen into something deep
And I’m telling you, it wasn’t sleep
But an odious type of steaming heap
That made me mutter Bleepity-Bleep.

Dalliance

On every purple crown
The butterflies touch down
To take what nectar there is to be had
They flutter and they twirl
Just like a tilt-a-whirl
And suddenly my day’s not half as bad

Beneath the blue expanse
I watch them dart and dance
And feel (in some way) one with all I see
Though tomorrow’s not for sure
(I hope for many more)
I’m glad for every breath I had to be.

Twilight

I flounder for a fitting phrase
But fumble like a feeble flop
As part of me perversely plays
With stamina too strong to stop—
Forgetting unresolved regret,
The sinking sun is soon to set.

Managing

Each fallen tress you feel less
Like yourself, but you won’t cry
Sometimes to live, some things must die—
You feel less each fallen tress

And soon you may want numbness to stay
It’s easier than dealing with the pain
As you keep asking in your brain
Want numbness to stay? And soon you may.

Fell

Where yesterday those red/green orbs
Invited one to eat
A memory of youth absorbs
My mind, so bittersweet

Disheveled robes reveal a grim
And lasting injury
An over burdened, rain-soaked limb
Contorted then broke free

Beneath those leaves my eyes began
To see things differently
And now I am a seasoned man
More unattached than free

Aware that I can never slip
The garments of the night
Or the void’s pugnacious grip
So why be plagued by fright?

Tour de Force

They tried their best to make us bleed
And beg for what we think we need
But sovereign souls need not be freed
It’s time to make the show proceed.


Our first gig in over a year, keep rockin'!

TMI?

A traffic surge?
It’s time to splurge
And satisfy this nagging urge

To get obscene
And vent my spleen
Against the merciless machine

So don’t be scared
But be prepared
It could get messy once I’ve shared.

Deprogram

How awake can you be?
Repudiate granules and see,
Allow your perception to cleave
Through layers they use to deceive;
The best way to get your mind free—
Forget all the lies you believe.

Ablaze

Our satellite was ochre
As it seared the eastern sky
Just like a red hot poker
Going straight into your eye

Attaining its gradation
As a harbinger of hell
From the smoky conflagration
The west had failed to quell

Determined not to languish
In the labyrinth of my mind
I disavowed all anguish
When I left my yoke behind

And sought a new direction
In the confines of a car
While gazing with conviction
At a brilliant shooting star.

Rouser

I don’t know how often I can state
Our future is a feudal fate,
My words have mentioned many times
In antiquated forms and rhymes
How fascist fools will take away
Our freedom and the right to pray
Unless, of course, we bow to them
And their oppressive stratagem.

The problem is so many turn
Their heads and just refuse to learn
That everything we see and hear
Is manufactured to appear
Informative, but it’s all lies
Designed to slowly compromise
Our logic and our sense of worth
So evil can remake the earth.

I’m just one man but I refuse
To be controlled or ever lose
My mind because some cable clown
Insists that I must fret and frown—
Remember, if we acquiesce
We’ll only expedite the mess
For when their plans make our lives hell
We’re obligated to rebel.

Dedication

A quarter of a century
A blink, but so much more, you see
When two hearts merge and life unfolds
Regardless what the future holds
It will be met with endless love
As we are taught by God above.


Happy Anniversary!

Treatment

A gulp, a wince
The pills are downed
And soon you’ll be impaled
For ever since
That mass was found
Your options have curtailed—

We never know
What ills await
Our fragile human forms
So always show
Your love, not hate
We must amend our norms.

Toady News Network

She bobs her vapid head
A twinkle in her eye
Aware that everything she said
Is just another lie

Her conscience is restrained
By total lack of shame
For all the fear she’s feigned
To cling to local fame

The story isn’t new
A tale as old as time
There’s always flunkies who
Enable higher crime.

Recon

Today I was greeted by dread
Some buzzards were buzzing my head
So I clutched my wrist
And felt my pulse insist
That no, I wasn’t quite dead

Then I tuned in to the beat
Of wings as I strolled down the street
And watched the grim gyre
Go swirling much higher
Until it is our time to meet.

Revolutionaries

Magenta misty streamers
Decorate the western sky
A morbid celebration
Of a day that had to die
But all the hopeless dreamers
See more wishes flashing by
Aware that one rotation
Brings another chance to try.

Check Out

The cold tile floor
And loudly creaking door
Of the sterile institution
I wholeheartedly abhor

Reminds me of the year
I wrestled with the fear
Of facing retribution
When I’m discharged from here.

Licked

There once was a contrary mutt
Like an ovophobe hungry for quiche
Who had a most haphazard strut
An aggressive assault on the leash

He’d bite you in moments of play
And growl if you gave him a hug
He caused every blanket to fray
By chewing (while hoping you’d tug)

His tongue was incredibly large
And covered your face in one swipe
Then right through the kitchen he’d charge
As you sought a napkin to wipe

His fuzzy black fur was a mess
Denying the groomer’s best try
But thinking of him I confess
To releasing a love-laden sigh.

Concoction

They send you to classes to learn
How poison can help you return
To a living without any growth

When facing such options we tend
To hope and despair as we mend
For life is a mixture of both.

Out!

When the batter hits a foul
And all around you scatter
Start searching for a towel
As you learn why helmets matter.

Unacceptable

They’ll surely want to reeducate me
To beg for inclusivity
But I’m not one to forfeit my
Conclusions for a blatant lie

I simply wish to coexist
With everyone, but they insist
On telling me how I must live
Too bad I have no f***s to give.

Iffy

If death was creeping up your arm
Would you shake it off
Or let it do you harm?

If truth was selling at your door
Would you simply scoff
Or have it show you more?

If fear was breathing down your back
Would you cower (cough)
Or focus your attack?

If love is weaponized by those who fake
Will you say enough
Or give all they can take?

Service

If you need your phone
To tell you the day
You may be a network thrall
Now, you can groan
And brush it away
Or not – You make the call.

Curb

The other day, pre-dawn
A healthy little fawn
Went bounding cross the lawn

Beside the thoroughfare
The state maintains with care
(we're taxed for each repair).

We all have our own drives
The deer, at risk, survives--
So life (ungoverned) thrives.

Sufferance

Empowerment means you don’t have to care
About anything or anyone anywhere
You can chase a truth exclusive to you
Even if it isn’t right or true--

You can dump your kids or role as wife
In order to find your ‘meaningful’ life
You can rob the world of beauty and grace
But hey, what a powerful future we face.

Sour

Even something green
Can be merciless and mean
Like clingy vines of grape
That overwhelmingly drape
Around a maple tree
Until it ceases to be.

Intervals

The first thing I heard
Was the song of a bird
So I shot for the third
And harmonized

The fifth might have been
Much better but then
Would this moment of Zen
Have synthesized?

The tempo can slow
As times change you know,
Each stage, a new show
Is realized.

Latitude

The sunset was there
At the end of the street
Compelling my hopes not to dive
The gold was like hair
Flowing down to the feet
Of this lady that keeps us alive

I love all her curves
And where she is flat
Though deep dark places I shun
I had a few swerves
To get where I’m at
While she has most gracefully spun.

Reallocation

This browser is so outdated
The cookies are way past stale
But nothing will get upgraded
Until being zapped through the veil.

Provisional

For maybe a week or two they shine
Like jewelry in the grand design
Refracting light in every hue
Through precious gems of morning dew
The soon to be delicious line

Adorning every sturdy limb
With opulence that stirs the whim
Of any self respecting drone
In search of petals pollen prone
From which to neatly skim.

All Day

If I told you that conflict was coming
Would you tell me “Don’t worry my friend.”
Or will you hear war hammers drumming
Their martial salute at the end?

You can’t fill a cartridge with rumors
Nor grant a soul solace with lead
But if you ignore nascent tumors
The patient could suffer instead.

The weapon of choice is confusion
More harmful than anything steel
For if we believe the illusion
We won’t see the prison is real.

Integral

Our bodies are symmetrical and yet dichotomous
Requiring opposing sides to make the most of us
Our spirits are ethereal and anchor everything
But only through the grace of God will true coherence spring.

Upshot

Validation matters not
When facing such a massive plot
Forego the need for special sauce
You must write off the coming loss
If we hope to have a shot

But trust me, we’ll be made to pay
Despite what the redeemers say
In this world there is no free
The question: can we foot the fee?
Roll up your sleeves, it’s payback day!

Staged

Did you know
A year ago
Your life would change forever
Elected fools
Imposed their rules
Believing themselves so clever
We complied
As freedom died
Although we all said never
And now restrained
Our will has waned
The Hangman grasps the lever.

Is It?

It is what it is
I’ve often heard said
Where it refers to something
Better left unsaid

But if you can’t face it
How will it ever change?
Words should solve problems
Before they estrange.

Telling

I never thought my words would find a place
Upon the plinth reserved for works of grace
But hoped to jot a cogent line or two
That maybe made some people say – “Who knew?”

Surreal

Her left eye was very high
The other kind of low
I mulled if I should say goodbye
Or a colorful hello

I told her she looked cool
She nodded, “As a cube,
now be a helpful little fool
and crack another tube.”

I browsed her box of paint
To try and find the hue
That filled in something faint
A one composed of two?

Awkward

“How strangely will the Tools of a Tyrant pervert the plain Meaning of Words!”

~Samuel Adams~

The TV tells me things that don’t make sense
Compelling my compulsion for the fence
But not so I can blithely sit astride
More so for a place to try and hide

Though soon there won’t be anything we’ve got
That isn’t somehow theirs to take. The plot
Is plain yet convoluted to convince
Those who watch the news without a wince.

Upright

Another year to persevere
And help protect what I hold dear
So let me state this loud and clear:
I will not bow to fostered fear.

Systemic

You can’t sow
without a seed
Or ever grow
gouged by greed
With every blow
they make us bleed
Till all we know
is endless need.

Release

The roman stripes embossed
Upon that hammered clay
Displayed the awful cost
Of vows fulfilled that day
When the stone was rolled away.

The flesh was never lost
Transfigured like a ray
Of light, the Holy Ghost
Relieves what burdens weigh,
Once the stone is rolled away.

Deserted

As I look southward to a distant hill
A gaunt dryad stands tall and still
Enchanting me with unbending will

it’s creaky incantations call
In rattling whispers (thanks to fall)
And all my inhibitions stall

But I have never seen a sign
That there’s a way beyond this pine
So on I drive as pistons whine

With no one left around to lead
It’s pointless to reduce my speed
Approval never was a need.

'In' Version

Why do so many fail to see
Those who aren’t what they’re born to be
They clothe themselves in gaudy lies
When choosing their unholy guise
Deluded to destroy their worth
By he who currently rules this earth.

Confusing signals are received
By muddled minds, and once believed
Convince unhappy souls to trade
Their birthright for a gross charade
Reversing Father’s sacred will
For shoes that they can never fill.

Bust

You’re only called a poet if you spew
The narrative, embellished with cliché,
In front of phony, fawning traitors who
Will laud the scripted sentiments you say.
And if you help convert some fools you might
Be called a hero, head immortalized
In burnished bronze to symbolize the fight
That keeps the state forever socialized.
Although they speak your words with fervent zeal
Your comrades never truly understood
How freedom of expression helped you pen
Your greatest works that you cannot reveal
Exposing how their system isn’t good,
For you must lie when in the viper’s den.

Irredeemable

With every change of scene
The shadows seem to shift
Obscuring all the strings

As we attempt to sift
Through endless bitter slings
And arrows just to glean

If any truthful things
Are shared upon the screen
Or is it simply grift?

Stellar

We gladly face the fury of the sun
Impatient for the winter to be done
Oblivious to waning states of grace
The fury of the sun we gladly face

With open arms absorbing deadly rays
We brightly welcome longer warmer days
Enchanted by the seasons temperate charms
Absorbing deadly rays with open arms

A great big blast, and finally at the end
We’ll get prepared for coldness to descend
But cataclysmic outbursts happen fast
And finally at the end, a great big blast.

Offset

As the equinox progressed
Who ever would have guessed
That things could be so lopsided
Whichever way you lean
You must admit the scene
Is currently incredibly divided
If only love could sway
Those who have fallen away
Perhaps they’d be more open minded.

Unsupervised

They’ve created a world so fake it’s obscene
Unless your attention adheres to a screen
Then it’s inclusive, progressive and green

And now there’s an app you can put on your phone
That monitors meds and the thoughts you condone
But I‘ve got this hang up—my mind is my own.

Armor Up

Will you turn me in for telling these tales
My poor misguided friend?
I can only hope that truth prevails
Though it’s not the latest trend.

Please take the time to study things
You’ll see how much is wrong
And realize (although it stings)
They’ve lied to us all along,

And when you finally face the source
Of their immense deceit
You may don mail and join our force
That prays for their defeat.

Artificial

“There’s a big fat robin on the lawn!” he said
And then he finished his cinnamon bread
While hoping that the spring would be
Less brutal than the frigid spree
He had just endured.

The warming spices on his tongue
Reminded him of when he was young
And people were careful what to chew
Depending on more wholesome fare, but knew
Substitutions had occurred.

Flop

If failure equaled gold
I’d have too much to hold
But such is not the case
Though if it were best brace
Yourself for the market crash
My fortune flips in a flash.

Upbeat

I wept for the world today
Aware of the minor role I play,
I wondered what I could do or say
To resolve in a positive way

The progression of lies that I hear
Whose dominant feeling is fear
Inciting the mindless to sneer
Rejecting the truths we hold dear--

But the composer is partial to horns
And has a big set that adorns
A visage that haughtily scorns
The love of a maker who mourns

So I’ve got to pick out the notes
That silence the liar who gloats
And possibly even promotes
A joyful sound in all throats.

Rewind

You hear the first few notes
And though it’s been a while
That classic song promotes
The healthy kind of smile

As you’re transported back
To carefree summer days
A trip on a familiar track
Your happy mind replays.

Totally

Do you really know what’s real
Have you ever tried to see
Beyond their droll insipid spiel
Or asked yourself How can this be?

Do you truly comprehend
Their drivel is nothing but lies
Concocted to cause an emotional trend
When logic suggests otherwise?

Will you actually do as you’re told
By those who obey the machine
(forsaking any beliefs you may hold)
And bow to the beast on the screen?

Shot

You can trust me
I have a degree
Don’t be confused by contradictions you see

Won’t you comply
It’s not like we’d lie
In hopes that the multitudes silently die

Roll up that sleeve
And let us relieve
Your doubts, for government never deceives.

The land of the free
Has now ceased to be
Don’t be confused by contradictions you see.

Have ❤

To watch it all unfolding
As it was once foretold
Reneges the doubtful scolding
Of those whose hearts turn cold
And strengthens those upholding
The One that broke the mold.

The world has turned outrageous
In need of some repairing
There’s nothing more contagious
Than love from someone caring
We’ve got to be courageous
And keep on fondly sharing.

Played

The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the axe.
For the axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was wood he was one of them.

West Asian Fable

If you must elect an axe
At least pick one with strings
(Just make sure they aren’t controlled
By any puppeteers)
I’ve had enough of all these hacks
We need a soul that sings
Or else we will be pigeonholed
Forever ruled by fears.

Formulaic

I think I’ll have a chemical stick
And then I’ll drink some too
The bubbly toxins nice and thick
Almost enough to chew

I took the time to jumbo size
My garbage wrapped in red
But when will we all realize
Just what we’re being fed?

Glaring

I feel even more
Disconnected than before
Their endless lies the dullest roar

And watch the sunlight cease
As darkened clouds increase
Obscuring any chance for peace

To grace the souls that pray
For truth to light the way
And dissipate the stifling gray

Then suddenly I’m struck
By a brilliant beam that snuck
Through the clouds, a sign of luck?

Exorbitant

It’s time for evil to flourish
The wicked are smirking with glee.
Their one imperative?
A nonsense narrative
Convincing the crass and boorish
To fetter the land of the free.

The future looks bleak for dissidents
That like to think their own thoughts
If you don’t agree rapidly
The censors will happily
Delete your entire existence--
Inclusiveness has a high cost.

Uneven

The only cult I’ve seen
Are the Maniacs of Mean
And leftward is the only way
These agitators lean

They’re on a spiteful spree
Demanding all for free
Except for those that don’t obey
Like maybe you and me

We shouldn’t have to fight
But programmed drones incite
Then disavow the bloody fray
It simply isn’t right.

Sappy

When you live your life untapped
Your essence is forever trapped
And everyone will think you snapped
As tears begin to flow uncapped.

Deterrent

I know there’s more good in me than bad
It’s just that the bad can feel so good
But pursuit of pleasure will dampen a tad
When facing a fine in a hot neighborhood.

Next?

Does repetition prove that something’s true?
Not if it’s a never ending lie
But that’s what propagandists live to do
Make the facts your duty to deny
And those with clouded minds comply.

What happened to the land I knew
Where people fiercely questioned why,
Instead of asking over-polished phonies to
Decide the outrage they should ply?
The docile are the first to die.

Unforseen

I finally found clarity
Though it isn’t quite the kind
I sought when I began this whole regime
A semblance of sincerity
Is what I had in mind
But now I am invisible it seems.

Up In the Air

The crows caw
As winds howl
I set my jaw
And smooth my scowl--

Another year
To take a chance
Or bow to fear
Of circumstance

As banshee wind
And cacophonous crows
Remind me again--
No one knows.

Idolaters

Anyone they deify
You must deny
For anything they air
Is but a lie.

Take time to learn
How to discern
The evil fare
The righteous spurn.

Clickbait

Just one click and your life can be
So much better, try it and see
One little click is all it takes
To free yourself from smiling fakes

Depress that button and you’ll find
Less confusion in your mind
To search for truth you must be freed
A simple click is all you need

Are you sick of hearing what to think?
Are you tired of feeling ‘on the brink’?
Are you even remotely scared?
If your thumb won’t work – you’re ensnared.

Wizardry

A pond reflects the glimmer of the sky as evening falls
I see the new moon shimmer as creation coyly calls
To look behind the curtain made of iridescent hues
One mustn’t be too certain of those rosy-colored views.

Twelfth

Talk about a flash
Is that a faint mustache?
As yours gets darker mine is turning white
You really have grown
On everyone you’ve known
I’d say your future’s looking pretty bright!

Always try your best
Throughout the endless test
A chance is something you cannot recoup,
Each tick can be sublime
Just like that fateful time
We sat down to share a bowl of soup.

Drifters

A falcon shared his lofty station with a crow
Above the landscape blanketed with snow
And squawked about the lack of decent prey,
The crow just cocked his head now go away
He thought while searching for some scraps
The wintry wind would blow his way perhaps
But both endured a barren lapse,
Their hunger, for the nonce, kept under wing
Determined to survive until the spring.

Trustworthy

Ecclesiastes 3

16 And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there.
17 I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.

I shan’t be concerned
With whose lies are gold
Nor who is or isn’t a thief
I painfully learned
To never be sold
Relying on one staunch belief

That there is a God
And only His will
Determines the fate of this land
So I simply nod
Crestfallen, but still
Accepting whatever He’s planned.

American Soil

Sovereign sod
Pretenders prod
Uncertain sheep,
Deception deep!

Dogmatic duel
Repulsive rule
Compliance cost?
Liberty lost.

Like That

Please don’t post on my page
I reject those living with lies
Go peddle your misconstrued rage
On those who believe you are wise.