Cupid’s Backhand

Cupid’s Backhand

From this side of the street and they believe me a thief

Ignorance sees bad from isolated white kennels above the street

Do they really wish to know me or is it social buggery?

Fakery that’d make Holden shudder at the blatant thuggery

Promises from twisted tongues taking “my word” in vain

Ugly sisters whispering brother, minds from the drain

Materialism will get you if it’s your primary value

Within it is no esteem and it’ll outlast all of beauty’s glue

Take advantage of my naivety for my heart is open and pure

Agenda of the wicked of spirit, preying on from their lair

Am I unkempt with pictures of life that offend?

Hands hard and abandoned by love into loneliness’s tunnel of no end

I’m so cold in this Land of blood where cradle to grave is kempt

I’ve no idea who is true or serially the liar to be held in contempt

Turn up the music to drown my emotions but protect my essence

I’m the outsider, but not a traitor for I fight for quintessence

Lost Days

Lost Days

The talons are out and life’s tearing me apart

Refuse to die, deny my hand to kill my heart

Detonation within as my mind rides to defend

Resonation in my head the sound of lost days to pretend

Anonymous is my being, a new persona living

Savior within me away from those who kill my striving

A walk in hell the fresh breeze of difference

Cleanses my mind from establishment influences

Does anyone care, the bitches of word breaches

Don’t touch my hand or reach for warm riches

I’m here because I’ve gotten away from evil clutches

When I return not if, it’ll be on terms never again sacrifices

I’m deaf to questions of where I lay, with whom I swoon

Days into years I happily shun those who prefer noon to the moon

Passions always high, I know what I love and who can make me cry

Everyone else is dead to me for their tongues always lie  

Irrational Clones

Irrational Clones

I don’t begin to understand your irrational bones

He came to hurt you and you’re the one that atones

Humanity filled with Stockholm Syndromes

Or has society produced irrational clones?

To think requires bravery because pain is logics arm

Belief gives the shot of utopia and you’re all faerie tale warm

But another stream of scream runs through humanity

It’s the one where pain infliction and abuse is not calamity

Round it spins the roulette wheel of mind, belief and confusion

So reduce to weak and surrender to emotion

The urge of sexual desire waits atop the whole spire

Determination thru’ strength of mind, the diamond of will is the squire

Reality strikes regardless of like, dislike or want

Nobody can read minds so we judge by past action and rant

Dismiss history and you’ll redo misery

Emotion be damned, your mind is the only path to victory

Death in Emotions

Death in Emotions

Emotions dictate and leave an evil wake

The mind cries for it knows emotions belie

Emotions will tell you what you want and you scorn the I

I is the mind which keeps you safe and will never lie

But irrational is taught with happy thoughts

Damned is the rational for it’ll never shield the truth

Emotions will attack and hurt, you’ll pretend it was uncouth

Act on emotions and destroy yourself like age does to youth

Where are you, in this age where to “thine own self be true” hides?

Do you sacrifice yourself into the small world of emotionalist ties?

Are your ideals in tatters because someone has caressed?

Dare to ignore your heart and be free to kiss your dreams

Look into the mirror and see the clouds or happiness glean

It must be the future, but now determines that mean

Be free, be free to search and find those who raise you high

Difference between a drugged high and achieving what you try

When It Stops

When It Stops

Bullet in the head when the music stops

Pills and liquor gives the rush and then the drop

Doctor Dream is an evil scion with his glorious scream

One bad gleam in his eye and you’re down stream

Urge to step too far is the misstep of desire

Music in your head disguises the panic of silence, the fire

A road at times a step and sometimes an endless load

By the weight of sadness I’m pushed to the side, in wreckage mode

There’s nothing anywhere and my mind forces me down

I turn up the music to get those emotions to drown

Reach for the light, the ambrosia of distraught plight

No notion every time whether it’ll ignite

Demolition of belief is reason’s sigh of relief

The beginning of rational bedrock, survival’s leitmotif

So stop right there, if you’ve built you dare

Savior of you, no matter if you’re not beyond compare

Phenomenon Trump

Phenomenon Trump

Hear him rattle like Donald’s cartoon prattle

Dredging the depths of base emotions he battles

Nobody ever imagined that Archie would be channeled

This businessman from New York being sacrificial

A governing vacuum is nectar to the demagogue

Obama a weak naïve effete prejudiced pedagogue

Fear grips many once more and the herd bays

Fashioned upon caricatures and satire, populist politics pays

Not so fast declares the J-curve as it allays

For hysterical extrapolation is a Ponzi scheme ending, on delay

Emotion flies high and nastiness hits you in the eye

But reality is the gravity of life which fells the lie

This fraud named Trump with the alter ego named Chump

New York City knows him from pater’s money, his honey

Look back and see how the bond market did better than he

Pity those that cheer this occurrence of stupidity

Graceland

Graceland

I was born in the Deepest South where tears adorned

Black and White or mixed were separated in a racist delight

The sun shine smiled in blue sky where winter was a sweater

In December it was warm while the North froze in alarm

I didn’t see the reality before me in Alabama, Mississippi or Tennessee

I’m White you see and those who were not like me lived across the levee

The good ole’ boys were rough and kept the servant in his place

Come sundown and on the porch, Mama would frown if she saw any brown

My carefree days y’all and in the summers the clouds would come up a storm

I remember the violence in the streets when the change began

I remember Wallace was The Man and Bobby Kennedy from the hated clan

I remember the Klan and knew who were in the hoods as they ran

The essence of Liberty, is also not having to care about the damned

I don’t remember when I changed from then

My Black nanny saved my life – a White child from the South

I cry from my soul when I see those days of old, we were so wrong for so long

Politics Never Stops

Politics Never Stops

What if the structure disappeared and stopped?

Then all you knew and protected you was dropped

The irrationality of anarchy concludes to brutality

Demagoguery the ruler thru’ death the inevitable finality

Why freedom they cry in an arrogant challenge for a lie

Down with the country and let’s eat and have the pie

Eradicate the State, murder the intellectuals and burn the artists

Turn around and look as the cowardice of scapegoat becomes dirigiste

Delaminate, exterminate for they’re only incarnate

Politics never stops and the idea’s time at eight is always great

Aristotle the father of Constitution and, logic his greatest contribution

And Solon’s Supreme Court solution, tied to structure that created Liberation

For abandon structure and civil society protection

Then Nature will manifest with some decent and others without inhibition

No society is accidental – it begins when we are all little

Teach nothing but ignorance and, it will become the future belittled

Unseen

Unseen

You don’t see me when I’m the only one

When I reach for the sweet to find sun

Reality striking with the compulsion of tears

This circle of lost where nothing appears

You don’t see me struggling in the crevice of society

Social isolation because there’s nothing in sobriety

Unkind to myself because there’s emptiness within

Cry from invisibility, that torture telling me to give in

You don’t see me pacing the walls of heart break

Well trodden path without destination or brake

No emotion of hope but not quite hopeless lake

Time moves and, terror that it’s life at stake

Deafness or nothingness so to pray is a worthless fake

Stare at empty space with reality a two dimensional take

Am I a person or is this island existence a human insertion?

No answers, for reality and humanity are indifferent deserters

Jims & Amy

Jims & Amy

Reach down so deep it tears emotions nerves

Becoming the creation thru’ the dangerous curves

Have to physicalize thru’ the insistent exercise

Anger and disappointment but no lies

Why, is the never answered question, it requires cries?

Battlefield of fallen souls and wounded minds

Yet above is the beauty disconnected from those mines

And despite the wreckage, the smiles of happiness

Always declarations of never again, but the line is delicate

One twitch, one word, one sad bird and it’s once more addict

Few can see and most don’t want to – they want illusion

So the voyeurs pretend and glamorize in delusion

And when the world implodes, the naked truth is cold

Magical number becomes the sexy twenty-seven year old

But its DEATH!, is the scream to the deaf ears of the dull dreamers

No matter, they don’t care, just lay down their money for the honey

Detail Travail

Detail Travail

The devil’s in the details as the saying regales

It’s so frustrating to have to wade through

But tag on your ass and drive you down to the grass

You may have to do what you don’t wanna, to win thru’

Must have been an old cowboy who became life controller

For often you have to tackle and lasso to get what you wanna

Most elusive of all is to win at love when all you got is you

So package yourself like a mystery and never talk about history

Yesterday don’t count for only tomorrow can destroy sorrow

Look for the diamonds that glitter only to those that burrow

In an instant you can discover that seal of happiness with another

Then don’t look sacrificially, declare Liberty without hidden agenda

Never want to derail the detail travail so come on in the good sea

Raise your dander when they seek to slander focusing on what can be

Reject the oughta and make happiness your idol

There’ll never be regret no matter what the final

The Mourn

The Mourn

Because I smile doesn’t mean I laugh

When I laugh doesn’t mean I’m happy, just tough

Tears aren’t seen from life not foreseen

Scars and hurts once felt always remain obscene

I don’t give in to the mean breaking in on fire

I suffer the lashes from their barbed wire

Rising hatred for power over those afraid to refuse

Justification to kill them and toss their souls into the refuse

Keep control of my soul but evil people always plan

Look in the mirror and see what I hate in my eyes, loveless deadpan

Will you hit me with that cowardly backhand?

Will you lunge at me and squeeze my neck until death is at hand?

To think this and remember how love once surrounded

To doubt everything and reject humanity is inhumanity founded

But look around and see reason rejected

Conflict from the prayer room to war room all irrationally infected

Overcome

Overcome

Witness the Dark happiness of the dividers

Reality is justification for their smiles

But that physicality is only an outcome

It’s their sad minds to be overcome

Relish in no enlightenment is their comfort

Evil is the spattered poison that sticks to all of us

No tears or anger but disgust for the disgrace

Division and derision appears as the constant pace

Sit awhile and notice the beauty and prettiness

They may see this but rotten minds hate this

The entrenched divisions intertwined from political decisions

New minds twisted by the blistered with diabolical precision

Normalcy is the façade of smiles and back pats

Some mean it while others hide telling smirking deceits

Find the resolve to shift despite mind drift

To win is to act with the mind shift

Dimebag

Dimebag

The tears always come when the good are gone

Sadness and deep sobs for what evil has done

See what drives the hate and humanity’s destructiveness

Weakness is violent attack the irrational track

The stature of the great is innocence and giving

The disgrace of the small is envy and hateful conniving

Delusion is the domain of the assassin

Driving his hand to destroy love’s passion

But once beauty is created it lasts forever beyond the ether

True greatness is generous, welcoming and, has no tether

Seeks to give its best in innocence without insecurity

Vulnerability its inevitable sublimity, open to all humanity

Evil will not have its way for Dimebag has been raised above the fray

Now forever enshrined as metal’s guitar sign

Never forgotten and remembered as each December 8 aligns

Pantera and Damageplan detonate loud in between, by design

Fin Times

Fin Times

Remember the days when easy calls were made

High finance was the game and it was easily laid

Reached for that elite nothing discreet

Just the goal to reach that summit fleet

City from gold exchanged into paper manifold

Such a joyous time of fun under the sun untold

Women so easy and pretty to behold

Supple soft to the touch so willing to hold

Rising tide came crashing down then again the ride

Exciting emotions high and low swept all from side to side

Prince for a time was always worth any decline

Fools that thought they were kings were swine

Those days when memories were made and drunken fun

Of course we were young and the future was then run

For now I know that forever is not even the sun

I miss them all but would not trade that past at all

Guilt Road

Guilt Road

The moon has seen it all, from Lexington to Concord mall

Thundering canon and thudding cannon, shattering pall

Dimwit heads in the hearth with hearts stuck home

Shut out the din and never sin with happiness until the tomb

But weakness never finds forgiveness

Seeking solace in the irrational pretense is destructiveness

Frightened rats with spit reigning on their heads

Over protection and mind softness is their bestowed stead

Cometh the enemy to find yellowness of thought

Easy to be the usurper and not even one needed to be bought

Wreckage in freedom raised from unearned guilt

So earn the stain by a turned hand destroying the woven quilt

Stuck in caves, the free trained to be obedient groups built

Together forever from the fucking cradle to the goddamn grave

Is this life - where children are the core and fear is ticks they crave?

Nothing less and nothing more, all there is is reality’s knave

Sun Flying

Sun Flying

Perfection is the normative road to incarceration

Fighting nature and resisting physics for validation

A synapse lapse that jails

Tunnel vision in self-immolation of constant wails

Humanity’s travails from depths to extremes

Nurtured in the young and watered by lunatic streams

These lines of utopia in reality myopia

Praised by cretins thrown out of Olympia

They try to pull all into that endless gloom

Ballasted by shreds of broken light celebrated as bloom

Chronic discontent until satisfaction or doom

Destruction is viewed as incidental boom

Pity these sad sufferers of self-sanctioned illusion

They’ve drunk the kool-aid rather than a water solution

Mirages in the desert of belief

Dissonance between them and the ideal can’t bring relief

The Energy

The Energy

No idea how the strain will pain

See the end wanted and trying to claim

Enter the time and begin the constant chime

Only heard by One is the shriek scream mime

Push and pull with every sinew in stretch

Body complaining and mind willing is an unlit match

Time goes but seems still and the constant urge to rest

Now pain is an insistent hammering pest

Rising is the rate far above accepted regular state

Focused deep in the mind is now the only template

Body separate without conscious rate

Not surrender but thru’ the human high gate

Counting almost subconscious in full swing

Power now infuses, acceleration is devouring

Pay later is the account in exhaustion

The energy is the soul without guilt despite its extortion

Vital

Vital

My sweet delight is feverish tonight

Caress her soul and soothe her with cool light

Jewish penicillin is prescribed as the healing might

This wonder substance called chicken soup is right

Dracula alert, for a sore throat is always his turn on

But a stout ring of garlic will keep him in London

Aches that begin somewhere and leave for nowhere

Restless without energy, dragging time is never an effigy

Temperature rises and the feeling is paying for sins

How pointless is this virus when Choco is pawing for his dins

Oh but food, how ghastly it sounds when tummy’s doing rounds

Better just to lie still and try get off this merry go round

Wonderment is who ordains a body’s civil war

Heat rushing through at speed in a viral car

Time for the medicament to quell this predicament

Angel eyes be well and rise in the morning like the pretty firmament

Burden

Burden

Clarion call with no sound

Cry for justice by the melancholy bound

Dark wrap where light is refracted tears

Scrambling in sadness away from the abyss

We know it has come to visit the moment we awake

Mind racing to find the bedrock trigger to stop the ache

But the existence pain has no elixir

No point is the heavy terror

Will it ever end is the wonder torture

Anger and hatred towards the god of the future

For now is tomorrow and still there is sorrow

Diamond in the rough constantly kicked, never kissed

Some carry the heaviest burden leading them to extinction

Others lifted in reason by passions of deep love forged in determination

No choice is the evil hand

Random selection is the dice to dry land

Love’s Deck

Love’s Deck

I’m strong, not brave

But don’t imagine I’ll be your knave

I’m courageous because of virtue

My mind is ironclad in situ

I wait in vain with loveless pain

Where are you unafraid of high plain?

It’s easy to slither in mud of mundane

But climbing the courageous mountain is gain

No faith but confidence, yet I yearn for a miracle

But I’m no fool for I know historical barnacle

I am all the cards of the deck, rough diamond to ace of spades

I enjoy the amiable club while yearning for a sweet heart

Make your way and we’ll be the joker together

King and queen for happiness until forever

The poker game called life, with so many faces

Call me with your eyes for those are the truest traces

Ugly Phoenix

Ugly Phoenix

Try and push the horror of evil from my mind

Two little ones burn their toddler sister to a cinder

No force of good or evil just humanity’s anvil

The mother that tortured her daughter to death

Savages that make wild animals cringe in terror

Reason and instinct is no contest and no error

Inhumanity and then the terrible unearned guilt

Teaching that just being born is a sinful act

Prey on the vulnerable and twist their innocence to guilt

So hurt me and I deserve it becomes a quilt

Slowly, slowly as the brutes strike women the mind wilts

Then the ugly phoenix of not minding and returning to the pits

Great evil when the victim is consumed by the demon

Be strong, rather be alone and fighting than surrender your reason

No protection for the defenseless from the greed of sacrifice

Despicable is weakness, the emotion from humanity’s hopeless chalice

No Reason

No Reason

Tears run down my soul as you fade away

Destruction of emotion is once again my vogue

Emptiness is my world, tell me when to hug

I am prisoner in a war but I have no country

Once more the dregs of humanity will win

Willed by weakness embraced and the strong shunned

I bear the scars of losing in a universe of rejection

Justice smiles on the winners, corrupt adjudication

Myth of good values the pathway to happiness

For those taught act as animals, but thru’ emotion not instinct

Base results end with nothing achieved

So I look at this world to witness stupidity manifold

But never surrender to the scum willing to render innocence

Their casualties will mount for weakness is always on discount

So the torture will endure for I will not relent

I have no doubt or regret even though it is always Lent

Noor

Noor

Pacifist, poet, writer and musician Noor went to war

Moral courage her core and bravery her quiet roar

Noor’s weapon was her radio transmitter as “Madeleine”

Her task the most dangerous in all of occupied Charlemagne

Born in Moscow of Indian heritage, raised French, waged war as a Brit

Warrior for freedom she trained to save with determination and grit

World War Two her theater far removed from the theatrical

Noor was a candle undermined by the wind of betrayal

Left as the only one, NAZI evil focused on her trail

She refused to escape home for that’d be a final surrender fail

One step ahead of the enemy, a traitor was her nail

Taken, tortured and left in chains for months in the GESTAPO jail

But never broken, not a word told, this little princess denied evil

Twice captured after escape, Noor was sent to Dachau death camp to kneel

Brutally beaten then a bullet through her head, her last word was LIBERTE!

We are free because a brave woman like her refused to be evil’s knave

Hurt Souls

Hurt Souls

Silence is the stealth sound of death

The cry from the soul in agony is stealth

Stealth is a torture

Hurt souls cannot end but endure living lonely hell in future

Hear the laughter from crowds all around

See people gather, talking profound

Is this what is missed?

Dark cloud of the mind destroys the now, raises blind mist

Do you not see Catch 22?

Ask to be excused on grounds of insanity for your sanity

Denied as asking to be excused for sanity makes you sane

Reach for the vicodin to break the mental pane

Conditions for humanity’s existence strike the mind

Hence celebration of the irrational lets you unwind

Realization there is no special reason for existence

Reality that existence is the point, dear Constance

Hurt

Hurt

Often I am frightened comes out as no

Often no means I have no money to sow

Often a no is I would if I could

Often a no disguises reality’s wood

Careful what you say

You may hurt my day

The smile on my face may just be my way

Careful what you say, I may remember it all day

Mind what you do

I might not be strong like you

Mind how you do

My hurt might be my body injured from abuse

Don’t judge me according to perfection

I am trying my best regardless of perception

Look into my eyes, you may see the hurt past the azure

We all have our battles to win, to endure

Hunger

Hunger

Emaciated with dulled pain in their eyes

Acceptance of a destiny that dies

Manna from heaven such a load of lies

How much more needed by the silent cries

No explanation only sweet pretense

By minds conditioned to ignore sense

Well fed always easy to praise

Hungry desperation brings fear to disharmonize

Solution to famine not religious or mystical

Available only through the political

Reason versus faith clashing sacrificial

Only let me go is not the artificial

Hopeless is the future until reason

Charity no answer some moral treason

Millions more gone each passing year

Savage world so smug that smile dear