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

Humanity Lost

Humanity Lost

Witness their fat hands grabbing for more

Sly as snakes as they scratch and claw

One more coin, another idiot to purloin

Greedy self-centered arrogant, eating sirloin

Exploit the vulnerable and hide behind the law

Minimum wage is their orgasmic flaw

Spoiled bastard children, fat fingers dripping with honey

Over protection so now chained to daddy whimpering for money

How far has mankind gone, believing it has left the wild?

This is not civilization, requiring government to rule the child

Sublime human nature is the best of humanity

Sacrificial want where consequence is merely vanity

Whereto now as earth shudders with hunger and death?

Pray to whom or what, for religion’s dictators are evil haters

Liberty has become freedom’s whore

Sold and used – as a sexual slave on a harbor shore

Human Like All

Human Like All – remembering Lee Remick

Imagination is that beauty is immune

That fame protects and is a magical tune

Reality is not the picture painted in Technicolor

It’s neither the gossip found between the glossy cover

Life has no favorites and secrets are a vise

Squeezing and forcing, trying to pry lips apart for vice

Chaos theory abounds when scandal is even a whisper

Leveraged by parasites that feed the bored and sinister

How shocked is the world when the kitten dies

Confusion is sewn when the icon cracks and cries

But behind the doors of the screen stage are battles that try

Humanity sensitive to the extreme that scream but bravely lie

Do they really care that inside the lair is an agonizing mind?

Where depression is found or sickness hits unkind

Fight between family or fan is the balance of guilt

Emotions of giving all because that’s how they’re built

Hot Night

Hot Night

My flaccid penis rests happy in your hand

You caress the head with loving lips I can stand

I think of love’s aroma between your thighs

I soared high as I thrust between your legs to your sighs

Your succulent vagina so wet and warm

Expectant and swollen with desire as it kissed my swarm

Your silky buttocks so smooth and round

Hardens my erection as it throbs against your mound

I manhandle, suck and lick your heightened nipples

Enlarged breasts I feel making me drunk with passion

I again want to taste your sexual embrace

My tongue deep into your hot solace

Spread your legs and I bend you over

I sniff your pussy in this raw state of sexual clover

I will squirt my cock load because of fucking desire for you

My filled balls and engorged cock surrenders happily to the power of you

Hot Kiiss

Hot Kiiss

Your sexual lean dancer’s stride

Raises passion to sniff and lick your vagina dry

I want to handle your naked buttocks

Engorged manhood raging to smell your lips, my hardened cock

My cock tucked away ready to fuck

I see your nostrils flare with sexual desire to smell and suck

Pull down my pants and see it wag and throb

I crave your touch and reach beneath your wet thong’s patch

Soft stinky vagina closed the whole day waiting to be licked

My nose between your smooth ass cheeks, your sexual stink I crave

Your sexual cry raises my big hard cock to search and have you

I bend and spread your ass, your vaginal flower smiles with desire

I push my cock into your pussy lips and feel the hot kiss

I pull your hair and plunge in deep as you scream to fuck

I ram your wet tunnel with naked balls smacking your cunt

I roughly squeeze your naked breasts and squirt my cum as you cry in orgasmic funk

Horror Hollow

Horror Hollow

When reality strikes in that sickening way

Familiarity and happiness reduces to far away

No disguise or prettiness like blue sky

Only unsmiling starkness, the site of cry

Terror strikes with its cold river pushing thru’

No easy breathing, the world slowing too

To faint is the conclusion unless strength fights an illusion

Grip of alone as imagination suffocates thru’ fear’s intrusion

The world creaking as leaden footsteps follow

Prayer and wishing, grabbing onto anything to fill the horror hollow

Why me, why now, the shout from far below

A voice never heard before without courage to show

This world of billions reduced to an emotional scream

Hot cold fright as so loud the telephone shrill

Darkness is infinity when eternity is reality

Will survival reach the morning light and bring tranquility?

Horizon of Tan

Horizon of Tan

Look at me, what do they see?

Cherubic smiles in broken clouds for miles?

Gathered in the clouds is the mix of tears

Happiness, sadness, whips of drawn blood, quartered thru’ years

Do I kill my soul so as not to feel?

Or batter my bedrock and happy emotions steal?

The horizon of tan is the desert of Man

Skeletons of sadness, slain by that thirst as they ran

Stop the destruction and let me drink at the ridge

No running thru’ the hole of the shattered straight-edge

All the time I call my name to keep sane

Afraid it’s tenuous and terrified I might let go

I look for that safety in a call of prayer

Only silence do I hear so instead I swear

To be my strength from within until it crashes to dust

Not to care about tomorrow for only today is a must

Hope Lies

Hope Lies

Always hopeful, never found

Hope lies shattered on the ground

My courage I must find

Reach deep to find my kind

Walk the streets of no address

Destiny’s demons love to harass

Stalking my soul with ice cold fingers

Plunging my world into distress

I must pick hope up from its unholy ground

Even though hope paints illusion within a mind

Deny the fate’s for they are fakes

Understand this world no matter what it takes

Power in my hands is thinking I can

Courage resolves in bravery by acting a plan

Stare into a mirror and dare to love

For that is the face of divinity’s trough

Homeless

Homeless

See their faces through a jaundiced eye

Superior feeling that it is not “I”

Sadly the exterior engulfs the whole

Not known is the story beneath, in that soul

What happened that drove a once smiling kid to be without home?

Did Mama not used to kiss a shining cheek, now cracked with grime?

When the world caves in, there is nothing that can be seen

When the world has murdered love in that mind, all is obscene

So crashes life and surrender is not a choice

Perhaps the weakness that thrives within is drinking to still the voice

Perhaps the withered soul was that man once whole called a US Marine

The destruction he saw and toll taken from him is that chronic scream

To judge souls who cry and hurt and push the button; self-destruct?

To know pain is to realize that any price for peace is agreed

So saints are needed and citizens for good cause

Surely the charm for us all is Thaddaeus

Home, that’s funny

Home, that’s funny

Where do you call home?

Is that the place you belong or own?

Is this world so narrow that belonging is an arrow?

Defined by language, culture, color or religion’s marrow?

I live far from where I was born

I live further from where my soul was formed

I live where I am but feel no belonging

I am separated by language, by culture, an ex-pat marriage longing

Three countries all into one with a mind schooled in Ayn

I believe in nothing, faith made me feel like an idiot aligned

I see this world where mysticism clashes with belief, equally not valid

Humanity alone, in the grip of itself, wandering like olives in salad

Does fear conglomerate humanity’s differences?

Suffocating, squeezing and triggering clashes?

“Let freedom ring” said the great MLK

They shot him dead for his words meant the end of humanity’s decay

Home?

Home?

In the Land of Gold-filled sands

I breathed first life.

In the Great City of liberty

I was forged

Land of disillusion

The First.

Land of values betrayed

The Second

The Ancient Land beckoned

My Soul uplifted

No disillusion No betrayal

Idealism fire surging

Home the Savior

Home the Necessary

Pride of Home

Heart still lost

Holiday

Holiday

Accept, respect, condone or atone

Statement in words that stand alone

Rules are made and they prey on fear

Courage or foolishness is to disobey or adhere

Afraid of unknown or uncertainty is the key

Man individually has to decide to what degree

Accept belief and endure the doubt

Human urges will push you into that fight

Respect the mind and refuse to sideline

Rational thoughts will persist without a line

Condone different levels that satisfy

Then attract pointing fingers that decry

Atone, that awesome word the heaviest stone

Reflect or reject from the hurts undergone

Truth lies where your happiness resides

Eternity is that point, you’ll strive and abide

Dark Exposures

Dark Exposures

Do I keep the light at bay by forgetting sleep?

You see my world comes alive when night is deep

Artistic heaven is the rhyme always told

Happiness is riding and touching my soul

There is no pain when the world is dark

No time, but freedom and existence is stark

I touch life through my mind and hands

Emotions flow into reality without bounds

Clear is love and the strength of my bedrock

Risk is night’s friend where my soul is naked in the dock

But I do think of you, for the dead of night is ruled by truth

Lies of the day are hidden by the sunlight, so uncouth

Then cometh the light and its time to make night

Escape from the day behind closed eyes

To dream until reality’s incessant call

Don’t mind my scowls for I remember the surrealism of nightfall

Tragic Treason

Tragic Treason

Religion’s grip continues to reign

Their minds filled with irrational disdain

Hatred for what we are, the human train

Obedience and submission destroy the human brain

Dark ages when Man believed that cats had bad natures

Placed them on trial and became their executioners

Metaphysical unreality lives through Hegelian materialism insanity

Never mind technology which lives as evidence of rational reality

Strong minds are hated for belief cringes in terror

Courage is the actor that destroys that mind attacker

Break rational bones but reason’s mind will always win

Looking for the good in the mind’s enemy is tragic treason

Eliminate politically correct guilt trips

Break religion’s rape of Liberty’s innocent lips

Not left or right but individualism’s sacrosanct might

Let rip rock and roll, the music of Liberty’s knight