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