Rise of She

Rise of She

Aristotle’s heir’s are in retreat

Unimaginable was this tragic feat

But gaze upon the ruins of ancient Greece

Demolish arrogance and realize Liberty is a lease

Self-betrayal has been the undermining of thought

Hammers of destruction the education taught

Fear from nowhere, for that is irrationality’s power

Rising from restrictions on child’s freedom, making them cower

Kernel of the abyss into which Western civilization has slid

Channeled and pushed by the intellectuals of generation glib

Antagonism towards secularism, giving wish, whim and fantasy reality

Politics of suicide is rejection of the individual for group artificiality

Submission is that evil of abandoning your mind

Thought and self-determination hated by the frightened

Time to be strong and put the appeasers down

Launch again to the moon and demonstrate reason’s crown

True Gilt

True Gilt

At the dawn is remembered their black knight

Reluctantly their memories won’t evade last night

Middle-class mores instilled thru’ guilt

In the blackness their desires shine, the true gilt

Inspired by thoughts is the reality of future

No infinity but eternity, living their now culture

In the darkness of small hours where inquisitiveness dies

Life springs to the fore blinding all prying eyes

What to do about those lingering mind pictures?

Daylight once more raising castigating caricatures

Cling to reality and fight trained to feel bad

Unearned guilt the life-blood of control freaks frightened sad

Short time passes and dark knight passions rise

Glancing in mirrors their true gilt song is in reprise

I know they can’t resist and will always reach for that twist

Once more depraved will be their happiness’s insist

When The Cows

When The Cows

Sit down, you should know that rain is about

Clarabelle’s tribe, the heavy predictors are stout

Get under cover or you’ll be wet throughout

But humanity has peculiar bouts of chronic doubt

Changing minds or shifting thought is fraught

Try moving the cows when it’s wet even if danger’s in sight

Victor Hugo once more into the fray, when an idea takes

There’s no holding back and, no matter reason for its sake

Irrational fear is ensconced in the human sphere

Courage of thought is rarely taught and mind discipline is in tears

Those that stand up and cheer for reality’s peers attract jeers

Self-destruction and sacrifice, children of the original sin fear

Truculent insistence with bloody mindedness insouciance

The damnable cognitive dissonance shredding pled innocence

The silent storm endured, for in hell live the suffering innocent

No forgiveness or justice, but deliberate imprisonment

Wall

Wall

Hit the wall of happiness and get hit by falling bricks

Battered with sadness the hurt is not licks

One whack too much turns the soul out

Now even a whisper is a graze that makes a shout

The wall is an angel that’s shy of a touch

Heat is felt the nearer flown, from its torch

Color from red to white is the illusion of success

Reach to caress and that hand is made an abscess

Bewilderment is the lasting constant

No reverting to innocence and life is not lenient

What to do when it all turns out wrong?

Decide if it’s fake and been leading all along

Walls of the mind and actions of others not kind

Betray emotions that raise self-pity and bind

Condemning is so easy when happiness is that wall

Of those that seek to escape by a dream the squall

Heroes from Childhood

Heroes from Childhood

The tears reach but I don’t cry

My heroes from the past I see in my minds eye

Courage and bravery was so nonchalant for them

Witnessing life in a way few have before and none since then

I remember their names and faces until eternity

No flaws, very human and this is their gift to me

Nicknames abounded relative to skills appropriately

Super Swede, Sideways and Super Rat were said affectionately

Risk and death were a constant threat

Achievement the generator, stronger than that

A time before celebrity, when trust was respect

No intrusion into privacy, lots of characters and a champion-elect

Each October, we gathered upstate

At a track named Watkins Glen filled with color, holy real estate

All gone now but those times live on

I hear the music hauntingly and we’ll always be young

Senseless Contest

Senseless Contest

Chronic insanity powered by irrational humanity

Fight continues over ridiculous vanity

Displaying faith to deity and arrogant piety

Strike individuality for its Galilean veracity

What is what, see the Halloween dress of religiosity

So you crack up and laugh with irreverent rationality

Listen and watch the street corners as the fear is spread

Unknown, unseen wide-eyes imagine the abyss of dread

Pray upon fears that pray for the ending of the mind-voice

A time-clock ticking always pricking for reason’s choice

Dismiss fallibility witnessed, the infallibility charm is grass

So forget time passed and sit under a sun lamp stoned, tanning ass

It’s always prettier laying the fake and hallucinating

Smug about eternity is a feeling absolutely exhilarating

The senseless shouting argument and endless bloodletting

Silence and air as the birds fly, no divinities on mountains or in the sky

Revelation

Revelation

You hurt me, no mind just callously

My mind filled with confusion, jealously

Your declarations soaked my mind innocently

On reflection I surrendered, but willingly

Nothing hidden was your request to the kitten

Revelation of all required, but not that I desired your thighs

You showed no hand and made demand

Your words were empty but sounded like dry land

Do you realize the extent of your self-centeredness?

Is that an inability to care honestly?

Take what you can is your embittered refrain

Your self-hatred desires those who will lift a cane

So silence is inevitability which says so much loudly

Yet I long for you and miss you rather than hate you

I am not in your thoughts but listed by you as use

Revelation is conclusion too, but that chapter waits like a noose

Need

Need

That atrocious word allied with greed

No value or love but a naked self-centered creed

Anger rises, for need’s the slave

Turning over without reward, to be a lathe

Down into the valueless vipers pit it brings worthiness

Casts all into the abyss of soulless nothingness

Collapses even hope into nihilistic wretchedness

Death of emotion finally destroys humanness

To rise from that granite floor, smoothed by fallen faces

That is the strength of the flame need wants to smother

Ironic discovery from there, of truth’s ability to uncover

Mind is always there regardless of despair, to recover

Lunge for the choice Mankind always has

Easy when the mind is free from emotions now ashes

Few rise, but then realize the loneliness of needless

But worse is the charity of sacrifices

Paranoia

Paranoia

It’s got you by the balls even when a vagina calls

Suspicious, the road is yours all the way to pernicious

Rising never declining the fever holds until the tremor

Action to reaction lunging into over-reaction

No longer in the real world your fiction becomes affliction

Once seeing pretty, it’s now sullied and dirty

But the adrenalin rises and you get excited by that mannequin

Twisted and overwrought there’s nothing left short

Expendable is all in your sight, this deranged mental blight

Damned from childhood as daddy dominated all you could

Cleaning, the lunatic’s oxygen from night ‘til morning

Neat and tidy is the illusion of paper thin fragility

I laugh derisively at your constant self-whipping

Hatred of pater’s that become old men dictators

Insecurity from paranoia where minds have no sense

In the end you pathetically cling to daddy’s apron strings

Liberty’s Lynch

Liberty’s Lynch

Once more the fight which is no delight

The Nations dim with Jerusalem alone The Light

Evil preys upon Jacob’s children

Once more silence and acquiescence is heat for the cauldron

Do they know right from wrong or recognize evil’s song?

Alas they don’t care, instead lust after Judas’ silverware

They run straight for the sharp-tipped point

Glint of avarice blinds and deafens

The end of freedom is a glow as Liberty dies

How weak the will to live in this suicide as hatred flies

It’s not weapons that decide

Conviction is the judge that presides

The fight is in the future which is now

Jerusalem will not surrender even while the world cow tows

Eternal is My People and now we’re at home

Mistake oh mistake is once more The Nation’s tome