Love’s Dark Alley

Love’s Dark Alley

Does it matter how long or not at all?

When the break has been done, all you have is time that’s gone

Maybe love’s like a river flow

It counts for now and nothing more

We love the idea of forever and a day

Makes us feel secure and we forget to fear

Perhaps that’s the purpose of love, my dear

Perhaps not to fear enough is why loneliness is here

Do I have a fault line running thru’ my soul?

When it’s time to be clear all I do is opaque and it’s called foul

Maybe it’s always been so easy and time has passed unnoticed

I didn’t notice age creep up and the glances that went away

I must try for happiness for surrender is pointless

The impossible might happen and I’ll not err that day

I hear laughter in my mind or is that my guardian angel being unkind?

I hope I’m the fool because I’ll need that divine fortune to be mine

Time Brings Grace

Time Brings Grace

When no-one reaches back, give yourself a hug

You’re your own warm tough rug

Have your standards which may feel cold at times

But that’s merely emotional illusion crimes

Your bedrock is principle instilled by virtues

Your subconscious is always aware and true

Strength’s the ability to walk in front

Stepping with your mind and confidence in what you’ll find

Loneliness is not a whip to blame you with

It’s courage that says the future is my truth

Conflicting emotions that may raise regret are rejects

Comfort is not the familiar or the past, but in your principled cast

Walk with uncertainty as the cowards of life yearn for security

You’ll find sadness and difficulty along the way, certainly

But look how painful is the birth of a baby

The future is now and you’ll find your prince or princess somehow

Reason’s Nemesis

Reason’s Nemesis

Awash in blood and the irrational is the Mid-East

Steeped in the past with sacrifice it’s Christ

As their gods moved from the mountains to the moon

Deranged seers heard voices and divined like loons

The ancients can be forgiven being foolhardy

But in the 21^st century we know that reason isn’t the enemy

The blood is dried and what’s the point of remembering?

Those that claim to be onside righteous perpetuate irrationality

Alive is the only validity

Yet being human frightens the hierarchy

So instill obedience and thru’ politics force submission

Make them dress and do what is personal destruction

In the name of the good is the anesthetic

Controls the aesthetic for within that is consumed the threat

Rebellion is evil to them and they call it Satan

Modernity and secularity are the sublime, easily attacked by those cretins

Carrie’s Song

Carrie’s Song

When my control breaks my demons have no brake

My mind knows but my actions say no

This isn’t control like choice for recreation

This isn’t my soul’s voice for participation

The process of cracking begins with attacking

Vulnerability is that evil like struck lightning

To create is to feel and reach extremes

Sensitivity that puts me into every meme

So I react and enact thru’ those emotions and mind manipulations

I become you or that and then fight the logical conclusions

But I can’t win, only cease for a time

For the urge to express is the artiste’s self-inflicted crime

Do you understand this dreadfulness that is celebrated as sexiness?

The reality behind the glamour is rejected by society’s callousness

Destruction and death constantly the realization

Forgive and remember only the beauty they brought to civilization

On Bended Knee

On Bended Knee

Why do we sacrifice ourselves to cleanse?

What drives to seclude and bend the knee to Thee?

Surround ourselves with walls and bars to keep?

Us in or them out, so begs the question of the purpose in life

Angelic voices that draw by singing, so resonate

I sob with that feeling and holy imagining

That perhaps perchance there’s soulful awakening

A connection that sings to a place known: before birth?

Emotion on high, is this a hymn in my mind or a feeling of prayer?

A human emotion that rises when the world is my crisis

A homily heard through unsolicited faith

That religion is order but which are fake?

Hypocrisy is the constant where faith is held out

Derision by the faithful of those that are without

A bright sun unexpected on a heavy clouded day

It’s all what we make it, Liberty’s foray

First Prize

First Prize

For those times when you get to restart the merry-go-round

Happiness surges and feels profound

A message not sent or missed opportunity is reset

Miserably or delightfully, the relief’s always good company

Humanity, the only one’s aware that there’s mortality

Optimistically, we anticipate ambitions enthusiastically

Marvels of faith and confidence, we trust

Conflicts within, make frantic our thrust

For as we get older, time is better understood

It’s more important to discover your passions, even if it’s to chop wood

It’s not about that evil named perfection

It’s about reaching your highest and achieving that satisfaction

Courage is the aesthetically naked stand

Taking barbs tossed when you throw yourself before the grandstand

Identify yourself with the brave you know inside

Declare who you are outwardly, then stride with pride

Thorns of Torment

Thorns of Torment

The dusk of emotion brings the affliction of addiction

Sensitive souls take hits and resonate deep down from the rejection

Arms reach out for the nectar of fire

In many forms are the prescriptions in Dr Dream’s empire

The need to fill the void where nothingness exists

The very heart and soul of the personal abyss

This curse that insists and fools

You thinks its gone but that’s its evil diss

So once again in this surreal circle

Your mind screaming “no!” but no avail

It’s reality and there’s no superficiality

This conflict within drives a guilt and hopelessness

There’s no comforting kiss or embrace of love

You’re outside and mistakes fit like a glove

Once more to touch that scarred bedrock

Once more to rise and endure emotions that mock

Why New Year?

Why New Year?

For I’m a secular Westerner and I don’t abide religion contagion

Religion’s origin was to explain a world of confusion

But now we know reason’s song

And despite the counting its stands for reason’s resolution, light the bong

Make resolutions for they’re declaration’s from deep down

Wishes for changes you’ve determined to be your crown

Personal conclusions that declare “I’m an individual”

This most ever important ritual

Obedient to nobody and I submit to nothing

My mind is my guide and thinking everything

Emotions leverage my life to enjoy

The supreme one I give most selfishly, called love, that sublime envoy

Upon Judeo-Christian principles started the West

Then came Aristotle defining and deciding our great rational quest

Intrusions were Plato and Kant with their abominable sacrilege

Let’s resubmit and determine now The West is our vital heritage

Headache Head Case

Headache Head Case

Decisions are life’s incisions that bleed

Pivotal moments that set free your trajectories

Agonizing over before is the time to calculate and draw

Time the master that limits an indecisive more

Will you raise triumph or regret the second after?

Tension builds for you don’t know the thereafter

Regret’s the red light lit third rail that electrocutes

A slip and forever you’ll be branded a fool

Do you sleep on it or agonize during a lonely walk?

Tumbling and turning in bed while churning in your mind is like eating chalk

Wrestling a bear has its limitations but pales before deciding difficult thought

So flip a coin and trust in its twist, alas that’s no different to being bought

Have to rest on reason but then there’s emotion’s intrusion

The right or wrong, correct or not, the one to select can get you in a knot

Time once more, is a misty whore

You’ll remember whatever, however true or not

Hanukah Brings

Hanukah Brings

Once again the light illuminates Temple Gold

In Jerusalem lit, the modern Israelites celebrate an event to behold

Hanukah defied the enemies of olde

The enemies of today will too find death’s cold

Donuts, geldt and chocolate treats

Mixed past and new traditions up and down our streets

Festival of light signifying Liberty’s fight

Destroy the chains of Pagan’s blight!

Olive oil so tasty was nowhere in sight

Eight days it took to press it with all their might

Meanwhile the light in the Temple burned for as long as was yearned

That period of life after the fight showed their fortune had happily turned

Those that seek the destruction of Israel never learn

In their insane urge they destroy their own

Look around and see how those that coming against Israel are in chains

They’ll disappear from the world while Israel remains

Christmas Ring

Christmas Ring

Do you remember the last time someone loved you with a surprise?

Emotions, the world was all you and no disguise

That moment the reason for being and all you’re living

That’s the good selfishness that tingles all of your being

And so upon the horizon is Christmas coming, not a surprise

Religious in formation but transformed beyond The Reformation

An American holiday of beauty and generosity

An expression of who we are as a People and a Country

Crisp days and chilled nights with promises of sweet delights

Honey roasted almonds, hot sweet nectar and reflections

Red apples, gold and silver balls, in the mind’s eye I recall

Christmas days past with echoes of high happiness and traditions that last

Bitter sweet is a well known treat that brings a broken smile and a teary eye

Youth may know no sadness but age remembers and brings nostalgic gladness

Epitomizes Western values where life and Liberty are prizes from virtue

As the world shudders from Middle-Eastern evil, let’s renew our determination to vanquish the radical weevils

Wilderness

Wilderness

Do I resist or find my faith in this life’s mist?

Reason and faith that colliding earthly twist

Questions asked and answers discovered in confusion

Emotions torn and I’m forlorn

I look around at the crowd as it bustles for the holidays shop

I’m the invisible sadness, here but not seen because forgot

Is this wretched self-pity that forces itself on top?

You see the dichotomy of hopeful faith and hopeless emotion?

Again, sometimes confusion and then persistent frustration

Physical feels that raise optimism for a momentary smile

A reasoned thought that realizes reality has no favored morality

My long sigh as I see both sides of humanity’s nature fractured viscerally

So cry in my arms and let me kiss you with sweet dreams

That’s all you’ll have, for true happiness can never be the round circle

Your savior regardless of faith or reason is the one that loves your soul

For some like me that’s an improbable goal

Bitchn’ Time

Bitchn’ Time

You KNOW there comes a time on the straight ‘n narrow

When you just want to break that goddamn arrow

On the beaten track is so fuckin’ boring

It makes you want to detonate a nuclear bomb every morning

How’d they do it, the class that moves it?

I guess that’s the frustration why there’s anger and deceit

I’ve messed up just like any other

I’ll take this song and dedicate to all the muthas

But don’t let it fool ya, I push harder to perfection

I hate that word or concept because it’s all bs like pms

Just ask any girl if it’s worth it

They’ll state straight out, they’d rather be bitches than on it

So no lying now, just reach for the best of whatever

Do your thing and see who comes along for the ride AND pulls your lever

There’s only right now and that’s also the future

Only ass in hand is true warmth and you never no if they’ll stick around or lose ya

Convention Tension

Convention Tension

Why’d I have contempt for convention, that societal infection?

Evolution decides those that adapt become the specification

Yet, I know there’re two sides to any equation

And, the blond straight desires to be the wavy brunette also vice versa

So frustration is found in convention locations

Freedom is aroused and pursued towards vilifications

Hedonism and decadence, the twin peaks high bosom

Dreams’ coinciding with fantasy and the result is ecstasy

Life’s J-curve is time versus necessity

Society demands the taming of wild Liberty

Ironically, obedience and submission energize the iconoclasts

Society attacks and thence a class of outcasts

No running or hiding, just hanging out from midnite

Aesthetics of the outcasts designed to offend

Mark the bodies permanently signed

You’ll never mistake that piano black trend

Kiss My Cheek

Kiss My Cheek

Now who ordains the pain that inhabits life’s plain?

Mistakes that attack like a whip flaying your back

Over and again I wrack my mind but only end up whacking my brain

Helpless or careless it deserves nothing but disdain

Stupidity is the one commodity for which there’s no enmity

Humanity teaches that with due comity, its okay relativity

Reality’s the only judge and jury

Subjectivity is wishing and optimism, defeated by objectivity

It’s necessary to question that which does not support reality

We pay the price when we don’t fight for rationality

We pray, believe in Utopia or run around a Stonehenge altar

It changes nothing albeit; it may make you feel happier

Not a cynic, but I can still hear the silence as the Six Million screamed

The cries of millions as they starve in a world of dreams

Life is a random walk that requires the understanding of human nature

Happiness resides in the bedrock of reason and sublime human nature

Ozone

Ozone

She uttered words that stirred my passions to heights

Sudden shock of realization and quick became my breathing

That heavy moving feeling of desiring her being

Like erotic sweat the allure of words that disturb

Does she know of her quality that explodes?

A sensuality of forcing no sleep, listening to the night rain

Sublime humanness within virginal like innocence

Since creation the task of art is to reveal that nakedness

Bare romanticism, for how else can beauty be exposed?

The deep unrelenting aching to be holistically satisfied and deposed

Most noticeable the physical, but brighter shining from within is the crucible

Leveraging desire to urgent searching for the ultimate obtainable

And this too is miniscule so we love with open soul risking betrayal

For life is about being alive and, rather be hurt than safe and stale

I can betray myself, but rather inflict even regret than the dishonesty of pretend desire

All becomes irrelevant and conflict happiness when lit is fire

ZeroPoint

ZeroPoint

(my dedication to bad girls)

Automaton of humanity

Evolved before hi-technology

Switch of complex orgasmic reaches

Triggers Passion deeply seated

Nuclear energy of human desire

Love, passion, lust from that spire

Push me once Pull me twice

Einstein discovered the truth of Life

Absolute morality in this domain

My lust encompasses my life’s refrain

Mind assures emotional caress

Actions be damned by those that stress

Break the dark walls of mind taboos

Backward minds of humanity cowering from Boo!

WANT ME to love you only in this way

Zero Point Energy of passion My way

Zicaron

Zicaron

A Nation cries tonight

A People grieves acutely

Tell the pain to go away

Tears of distress to happy memory

Broken ties so suddenly struck

Wretched imagining of destruction amok

Personal worlds of those remembering

Cinders still glowing from the fires of those rendering

First was Adam in 1970 Sinai dead

Second was Gideon on Golan 1973 dead

Shaken family in tears of no use

Zionism the core Value of Israel’s defense

Death the final absolute

Conviction of purpose the essential resolute

Israel my Nation teach the Value

Without disintegration is the glue

Zone

Zone

In the zone you own the ozone

Timing is yours to make and decides the tone

Split second left or right would ruin the day

Then when destiny smiles you can make gold out of clay

Not easy or light and, you’ve had your frights

Combined with ability and mind, worked to get it right

So ingredients all ready, you throw the dice

It’s then that you’re chosen and kissed or, iced

That touch makes achievement look easy

Inch exact each counting lap is not sleazy

In that zone time leaves you alone

Allows the concentrating mind to reign

The scars from defeat remain and sometimes pain

But they also remind about a world outside the top plane

For destiny always turns and the end zone burns

That’s when inner strength once more will carry the burdens

Zorro’s Sword

Zorro’s Sword

Oh that silly refrain of, at your age

Always stated by those from a mindset stone age

Look at them huffing and puffing in misery

Looks to me like they’re regretful miseries

Usually they’re filled with self-doubt and guilt

That friend of anxiety, the frustrated adult

Watch the complexes they inhabit

Obsessive self-reflections in their heads are habits

Wicked tongues that spit schadenfreude arrows

Critical negatives aimed to inject sorrow

But shock and horror when you defeat them like Zorro

Confusion in those faces as they can’t compute you’re toro

Always good to rise with a youthful spirit

To sing cheerfully through your life as a positive zealot

No point to focus on reality’s darkest

When just one small light will always raise your delight

Restoration State

Restoration State

When Ms Melancholy runs towards me on a winter’s morn

The greaves of my sorrows tear open and I mourn

She embraces me with relish but her heat has the bite of a radish

An emotional grifter that fools me into sadness

Yet I’m powerless to resist and so I stare once more into my damn abyss

I hate her yet she is too my muse that I could miss

A kaleidoscope of thoughts and emotions that wrench my world

Thoughts of mortality and seeing nothingness, the rise of nihilistic turmoil

I know they are the altruistic, bad and priss, demons of evil machination’s hiss

Self-pity too I decry, a momentary weakness

Do I have to become an emotional pauper to stop these tumbles?

Within the cavernous abyss there is no bliss

And so the dawn climbs as desperation opines in my mind

That center of feeling also the core of emotional healing

It can’t change anyone’s reality

It can raise attitude until the abyss is only a mist and your sun shines valiantly

Company Kept

Company Kept

Tears for my heroes mostly gone to eternity

They risked all, for that’s required when you reach for divinity

Not necessarily death but until you’ve worn out all

The lesson reaching for Olympus is stark and total

Respect those that don’t sit but do and never quit

It’s easy to point and criticize like a loudmouth twit

Society doesn’t admire but admonishes desire

It bows to power regardless of morality or evil tower

So isolate this world from your identity

By whose standards, is the question you ought to ask insistently

The road of by MY mind and world, objectively

Not whatever, but measured rationally

The courageous are those that stand alone

It’s impossible to know if you’ll always walk on your own

This real question of individualism or surrender

But you need just one other to make the circle round forever

Conservation Conversation

Conservation Conversation

Malicious are the cretin humans that burn the green

Maligned are the capitalists that plant and raise to make the paper ream

Always easy to subvert is the innocence that accompanies a dream

Self-centered minds are the unbalanced helpers that leach the grime

Destruction’s a favorite activity of irrational mankind

Not the entropy that Nature provides to benefit and align

Rules are for fools and breaking them is a kewl pastime they opine

But foolish is in the reflection they see when they strut and preen and mime

Difference and time disguises life’s daisy chain

Confusion is prime because of bad education’s stain

Abstract and concrete are in one line

Both are reality’s children just like a dime

Without the flower or the tree there’s no medicinal power

No forest means that breathing will become lower

Not environmentalist but conservationist enriches

Beware of the political changers for they are computer alchemists

Oh Beloved

Oh Beloved

Do I understand the pain of your broken heart?

I see the misery around and all about

The mind pictures that don’t become reality

The reality that is destruction all about

It seems some see and others do not

Perhaps it’s really those who feel and the ones that do not

Repetition is an old story of tears, smiles and tears

Empathy a condition of humanness that tears

Sadness stays like a fed stray

Easily forgot is the laughter for the crying echoes

We look about and wish for God

But silence and logic will never be forgot

The angst from the question of why?

The anger from, silence and still the reply

So what we have is sublime humanity

It saves us and sometimes engenders humility

The Long Walk

The Long Walk

Some people touch your heart, others your soul

Then there’re those that bounce around like in a roulette bowl

Those you want may scarcely give you a glance

It takes only one to make a romance

Are you secular or do you require a following?

Lonely are those that don’t have their filling

‘See some folks only want one and are happy too in their own company

Others again don’t rate at all, so for them a crowd constantly is heavenly

The inward tears are the worst for they never cease

So you become the Ancient Mariner seeking peace

Elusive is that state so courage is to dare

And THAT win will be sweet as you both stand bare

Torment deluxe is never forgetting when I failed

The ones that burned, turned and spurned

Faerie tale like it’ll be the one that lights and locks lips

That forever evaporates all hurts and slips

Grindstone Cowboy

Grindstone Cowboy

Sometimes you write a rogue song

Sometimes the playing just goes all wrong

Sometimes your mind and fingers smoke a bong

Sometimes it’s a grind and you find you’re like the Viet Cong

A war within your self that has to run its course

The enemy illusion is those metal strings that pulse

The stronger infusion is you knowing it’s only a goddamn convulse

Conflict between, which is why you reach for the dose

The urge can feel like a curse so you crash those strings

The drive that makes you write becomes frustration’s darling

So smash the day and redo the illusion of sunrise

Reality right now is a shattered mirror of lies

Life loves the risk averse because they conform to the universe

Bending to its force and surfing its pointless vectors of curse

When you show your soul naked without defense

That’s when you destroy convention become a tool of the edge

A Nemesis

A Nemesis

The clamor of the sinusitis horde can be heard as winter claws

They’re eager to please their hated spirits, The Nosoi, draws

Oh the ancient Greeks as well as Romans were definitive identifiers

Trickle down redefined and not at all economic

So that feeling of tired irritation begins and you look with an evil eye

For even the sound of someone breathing is enough to make you fly

Then the throb as if his highness the sinus seems to breathe

The fight is about to begin to get the attackers to leave

Finally the aftermath of this dastard act

Taste is a memory and an aching head is a fact

An accompanying drama is the nasal drip which is no exciting vivid acid trip

So its coughing and wheezing and feeling anything but pleasing

Soon the tiredness takes over and recuperation clover

Just to sleep for hours and be like a sailing cloud over Dover

But push to recover you know is in physical bother

Get out and exercise then your body will be a lover