The Silent Clouds

The Silent Clouds

So Divinity has the power to heal but decides on cruel

To watch the suffering of the innocent is an evil fool

So those aware with minds that dare will declare denial

To conclude that there’s no power and there’s only trial

Religion’s excuse it’s divinity’s choice is beyond insanity

It’s far from rationality and is a hatred of humanity

Oh little kitty so sick you walk around in oblivious sanctity

Poor little baby tortured by mommy and daddy, you die in agony

And then the pretense is justice which itself is an offense

For the suffering of the innocent can never be reversed in any sense

Who cries for you is shedding tears for themselves too

For while we’re not each other’s keepers, we could be like you

Savior of humanity is sublime human nature’s readiness

The kind soul, soft-heart and empathetic is holiness

But silence from any prayer is all that we hear

Clouds drifting as usual and the universe unaware

When They Gather

When They Gather

When the male bitches gather they become the muthafuckahs

Haters of success they seek the destruction of Anselmo

Never been drunk or high and that’s their unspoken fuckin’ lie

Their corrosive fingers jerking their mouths that fly

Never forgiven is Anselmo’s success with Pantera

They can’t get their dull minds around that Down was up in that era

Sure Anselmo is an ornery critter but that’s fuckin’ heavy metal for ya

We’re not angels of music and mosh toughness of mind is the demandah

Where’s their street-cred down the rough trail of heavy metal?

Issues that count and life’s travails that scratch like metal nails

It’s the leaders in heavy metal that push the limits and offend

Since when are we politically correct in this Obama era of male bitches?

Fuck yeah I hate, scream and play until my fingers bleed

Head bangers of the world don’t need a gentle stream for the music is God

We feel it through our souls and it’s what’s meant by life

Anselmo apologized but that’s just made them more little male whores

Evolution’s Punch

Evolution’s Punch

Shifting sands surprise those who stand gazing at the sky

Ideas that divorce reason lose their standing upon high

Sun so warm the tide never changes is their mental mantra

Forgotten is the earth revolves and it’s the sun that’s center

The waves always come and shock is when destruction’s done

Rigid minds that pretend metaphysics are at an end are undone

Calamity is humanity’s belief that Nature is bound by emotionality

The crashing crush of the waves is Her laughter at such stupidity

Evolution’s punch is the command of reality steeped in rationality

Destruction inevitability the foundation of the psychosis called socialism

Success for humanity is what brought us from the mud to civility

Reason’s child of individual Liberty the adult named capitalism

But hatred from fear and the control freak’s nightmare abounds

Rather destruction and despair than letting go declares the privileged frowns

But the vectors of reality are the swords of inevitability

Allies of Liberty with the power of science commanding sensibility

Slamming Attitudes

Slamming Attitudes

Scream of White Power or the socialist glower

Cold sober or in a drunken stupor offends

Accusation of racism, sexism or any of the myriad ends

Yet so much is self-righteous indignation in reality irrelevant

Pure in attitude is more imagination and biased feeling

Pointing a finger is the pathetic offensive supposed to send you reeling

Look into the minds of the various kinds and see similar lines

Always ready to jump out are slamming attitudes exploding like mines

It’s actions that count and speech can be the pressure valve

But overstep the line of declaration and it becomes the call to act

Freedom in Liberty requires acting responsibly to be exact

Self-reflection is consideration when indignation is your pact

Decide whether one misdirected word is enough to destroy the world

In your mind you’re perfect, an indication your thoughts are absurd

Anger and hatred are valid acquaintances towards annoying differences

But action isn’t validation and it’s then attitudes become invalid inferences

God’s Tricks

God’s Tricks

She plays tricks with you for insanity is like glue

Sniff it once or even twice and you feel like you flew

No excuses required when your mind is in a stew

Passes made and expectations not even a few

Eventually God kills everything because perfection is insanity

It’s not about getting it right or the ideal but a lunatic visionary

Fear is the screw and She plays with it by threatening hell

Surely there’s an air conditioned room for the kids of the Devil

Desire is another rubber tire that God loves to hang on you

Play with fire that burns you higher and if you touch the relief is true

But then comes the punishment which must be decided worthy

When you act you’ve signed on saying do your damnedest to me

Reactionary anger is a holy fire that burns through

Humanity thinks that repressing it is an angelic ballyhoo

But God, that pretty woman in heaven’s penthouse, loves a rebel

It’s Her secret kiss that propels and Her music too is heavy metal

One Day

One Day

One day I won’t be in left field far out

One day I’ll not be left like a forgotten boat at night

One day someone will want me enough that I’ll not be sweet

One day I’ll not have to endure the long lonely street

One day is like a torment when I’m the tormenter

Alone with thoughts that dwell and make everything bigger

One day is the reach to hell I’ve created and know well

Remorse and guilt the aftermath when the bottle rings like a bell

One day with Doctor Dream is the illusion I think real

Yet I know when I come down the dark cloud my emotions steal

One day I’ll win this immense mental grueling contest

It’s with divineness and evilness that take delight in my unrest

One day peace will reign and I’ll have a happy refrain

Though no real regrets I have dark mirrors that reflect disdain

One day my strength will gather for me and succeed

Constant conflict that reins me will leave and I’ll lead

Dream Highway

Dream Highway

It’s funny what we think of, it’s like taking a drink of

A picture of the past in your mind gets you lost in fast

Remembrance, feeling, emotion and, you’re reeling

No pennies or candy, just somewhere else and its dandy

Being transported in mind is a virtual thing

Back to then or even wishful thinking

Floating like a leaf in time dreaming

No more pleasant a feeling and its freeing

Wafting aroma from some place warm and sugary

Cake brings a memory or a smile, maybe a tasty pastry

Turn up the road or down the lane and see everyone again

Triggering a dream and love was simpler then

Dream highways, the magical byways where happiness wins

World of mind where senses, memory and wishes are never sins

Connecting the past these mind cruises

Ensuring they’re the kisses that caress life’s bruises

Biting Scream

Biting Scream

Pleasant day to chew and smile

Along comes a bite of hostile

A scream a yell seemingly from the depths of hell

Nothing so mild, a tooth has rung its bell

Novocain’s the blessing that imprisons pain

Happiness no less than leisure time’s cocaine

Saving angel in white ready with needle in sight

Hot stream into the mouth as it punctures in delight

To fill a miscreant tooth is a mild tap

Best is root canal that’s no fictional spinal tap

The crowning glory is always extraction

Nobody’s favorite but the last resort vacation

Then it’s done and the aching has gone

No cold water torture that lingers and weighs a ton

Biting scream from the shooting pain is none

Once more the world is normal and a smile is the sun

Cast Out

Cast Out

Turned backs mean you walk the plank

The look in your eye or the face seen as blank

Superficial embrace is the fool you once

Time shows that the next one is an insincere dance

For between time is reality where there’s no pretence

Lying acts of emotion revealed not by chance

Never can your metaphysical stance be shifted

So fear is their reaction as you’re condemned and griftered

You’re not alone for stray cats always stay and atone

Punished for what they’ve never done

Justice they know is unemotional and never a merciful mistress

Yet fear is not known for only the guilty seek forgiveness

It means nothing, for the cast out has scars of life

Cold is the long time companion of strife

Tough is that soul of self-made Identity

Hatred for forced sympathy, empathy and pity

Taunt From A God

Taunt From A God

Always I see your blond face

Again and again in a different place

Same face but different body so lithe

Captivating me with your eyes

Years between us or legal ties that bind

I’m the sailor without water to find

Destiny’s hand hitting from behind

But we always talk for its part of the taunt

Etched in my mind is your aura’s bell

I see you Kirlian like, its burns into me a hell

I’m wretched and restless, fighting to forget

Weakness is my want, my resistance inept

No forgiveness is the direct curse truncheon

Chains that tie me, from love’s desire dungeon

Cupid’s alter ego is my jailer

His tormenting taunt delivered in anger

Closing in Aches

Closing in Aches

When you feel about to shatter but keep it together

Rising breathing, feeling the verge of hysteria

Life boats you see are creaky and leaky

You seek to reach for the death makers, to see

Mortality is all reality and showers uncertainty

While the past seems like nothing but calamity

Its not conformity to embrace things of stability

Shaking inside ready to scream at this inability

Hate the nothingness of logic’s abyss

Nothing in the ether to reach out and kiss

Refusal to be part of the psycho fraud

Inadvertent bravery is reason’s reward

The point of existence becomes an ache

Questions destroy belief or logic you’ll need to forsake

We’re here simply because it’s Nature’s way

Circle begins and you reach for the high without delay

World Of None

World Of None

Truth of the world is that it listens to none

Voices that sound out are always lost and done

You see people are self-centered and insecure

So wrinkle money next to their ears and watch the allure

They’ll bow and scrape and punch their mothers to tears

Is this a call to surrender to unearned guilt’s fears?

Nicknamed religion, its evil ways imprison for years

Greed, that desire without love, overcomes inward jeers

It makes others your sacrificial lambs

Easy to pick on the vulnerable, no power or advantage

Just use their meekness or kindness until the finish stage

Your act of friendliness, your eyes betray as emptiness

This world of none never disappoints anyone

Decisions made, often hurt and the pain is never gone

No matter whether just or forced no choice

Fill longevity with music and gin in perpetuity

Lady Bird Slut

Lady Bird Slut

The night birds come out and Lady of the Night

Slut is her name but male one’s do alright

No bullshit is her might and doesn’t give a damn

Governs the velvet but vulnerable after the thank you ma’am

Arrogant and conceited are the passerby

Walking or in bus or car they look derisively at her, wry

Human minds in those protected claim they’re the way

Never had a need to tread the gutter to survive a day

All they see are the clothes, the body and face that’ll fray

Never up close the eyes and stained cheek of tears wiped away

Do they realize responsibility lies frequently close by?

Smiling husband or dad the ones that grab, desire and pay

Mocking is reality at society’s paper thin veneer

Smiling is destiny but look carefully, its a sneer

Away from the Lady and towards those who peer

Time’s the great leveler and difficulty may one day cost you dear

Stupid

Stupid

Small town attitudes nauseatingly disgusting

Small minded views in smug bunting

Rigid by numbers is the age line

Caustic finger pointing at those that don’t align

Wittering by gossip-filled minds

Walls of ignorance the false safety surround

Middle-class morality dictated by biblical chastity

Repressed desires manifested in moody misery

Criticism is their specialty in self-righteousness

Obedience to mommy and daddy their pathetic sallowness

Stupid minds in protected towns all named Babel, chattering

One language until the stranger enters, shattering

What to do now that they see they’re naked and dumb

Pray to God and cover or run to the front open-eyed showing bum?

Decide whether you want the real world in Liberty of mind

Or continue to cower in that tunnel of narrow mind

On High

On High

Picture of my soul see resonating tuning sound

Elixir of electrons levitating me on high ground

Reality is now beyond time in heavy metal zone

To feel no barrier, to become one, is prayer tone

The material is the ethereal existing only for the acoustic

Nature’s secret world open when I am musically autonetic

Shift into high from Nature’s metallic narcotic

This travel without time but I see the clock has moved automatic

I see these hands from smooth to wrinkle

I see the stars and notice their time twinkle

Information in the high plain that there’s always pain

Nothing free but this journey on high permits me disdain

I stand on shoulders, on high in my mind

Fingers that dance still where time can’t be unkind

Reality my relation and ally as Dime delivers, known as One

That time when Apollo and King David came to visit as One

Desperation of the Damned

Desperation of the Damned

They say body clock of the damned, but night is my day

In the shadows lurk the dark girls, ready to lay

I’m so easy because night is oil for the soul

Magical like ebony chocolates in a chalice bowl

A bright moon that makes night people swoon

Electric chic and satin sheets is a sexual monsoon

Sidewalks where cats and the damned like me meet

Listen to the laughter on the drunken fun street

Jack Daniels Coke or gin tonic mix

Crash the heavy metal sweet and spin the dice for tricks

But the absinthe and vermouth beckon to be kissed

Grab the nearest girl and be dissed

Near to morning light the warm bodies seek

Desperation of the damned comes after the peak

Light is so damn crass the only antidote is coffee’s lick

Time to climb the stairs and stagger in with someone holding ….

Hate the Irrational

Hate the Irrational

Leave your mind at the door

Religion comes a knocking as the poor

Believe in what you can’t see

Devote to everything by decree

Evil is reason you’re told, Aristotle magic

Deny your mind in the comfort of the illogic

Back down into the mud, smiles at regression

Let emotions run wild and pretend that’s progression

Control the human and enforce tradition

Old men in white beards stinking of garlic and mold

Promises of everlasting life sucking the feeble into the fold

Fear, the constant intangible, powering the group fully sold

Suffering truth in logic and reason will make you treason

But cling to the only truth, the individual of freedom

Think forever, for they can’t break your mind

Rather destroy humankind, than give in to religion

War Within

War Within

The fight for normal is part of me

Struggle to maintain how I ought to be

These words so simple yet without equal

Make me feel good are not words whimsical

War within is the tussle to keep living

Control my mind to control my hands that keep giving

Nature perverse or a divinity’s curse

It don’t matter what’s in the purse

Hear the mundane scream that they hate their routine

It’s not recommended but the alternative is dream

So you smile and contemplate, is that all?

You don’t see the pained mind and hate for the mirror on the wall

Each day that lights bright is a new beginning after night

But each time too the candle is less with both ends in the night alight

Yet I know to stop the burn now would save a life

All it takes, is the mind and hand show, all it takes ……..

Refracted Horizon

Refracted Horizon

Seeing life is like a broken eye

Damaged lens that stands in the way

Turn a little left or right and see the day

Hide to one side and it’ll be clear or call mayday

Watch the little girl cry, perhaps her dolly is dead

Broken lip line down, or perhaps up so its happiness instead

Refracted horizon of sight all different colors and types

That it will always be alright is whimsical hype

Cracked eye makes for fearful and brave

Fear discovery the disgrace, stepping into the abyss the save

So the way I see the world is how I, see the world

Reality incontrovertible but the picture controversial

Broken smiles or where the wind blows for miles

I am callous or the closer I get the less I notice

For my distraught sight is refracted from violent contact

I feel with my fingers that what I don’t see intact

If You Could See

If You Could See

If you could see the sadness in my eyes

If you could see the tears as my soul cries

Scars aplenty even though I wished for gently

Justice abandoned, remembering my father’s fist violently

See a misty fiction, trying to forget intrusion

Into my life was the kick out the door without illusion

Then gone was mother’s gentle kiss

She left without choice and always I’ll miss

That sickening dawning that the street was home

If you could see the fear and pleading to the garden gnome

But nothing was forthcoming and away I was washed

That street corner in the dead of night embraced by the trashed

Call them what you may, but Ladies of the Night were saints

Took me in and held me gently until I slept like the innocents

If you could see the fears that attack within

If you could see, but we never see those kin

Liberalism’s Evilness

Liberalism’s Evilness

To abandon your religion, you swing Left

What is Left, behind the rubble is bereft

It’ll decide destiny’s design

Come deign or reign or feign

Forward steps the demagogue, in kind

Nothing in a vacuum, been always waiting behind

Danger lurks in the mental crevices of mind crack

Bizarre intellectuals standing subverting in back

Orgasmic is the nectar of emotional politics

Cataclysmic the consequential crash of realpolitik

Liberals the puppets of that emotional conveyor belt

No absolutes but lying relatives stating all cultures equally held

Blame in all directions as freedom collapses

Look in the mirror for whose responsible when it crashes

Self-built Trojan horse bring the predator not the assimilator

Alas the cries as the virgins die, there is no determining terminator

Dead Minds

Dead Minds

Despicable religion, wretchedness of tradition

Honoring superstition, mind the opposition

Force the option, belief the justification

Embraces between the tyrannical, the inevitable unification

Consequences of the mind defied

Sequence of steps to psychosis defined

Obsessive compulsion their gift to mankind

Guilt-ridden minds, children the excuse they find

Crucible is the visible felt physical

Kept at bay in the shadows by the fiscal

No moral dimension related to reality

They attack the secular in smug alacrity

Encompassing is this blanket of irrationality

Under religion is also Liberalism’s spirituality

New Age dogma, no different is any Vatican

Defy emotions – Renaissance of your brain

Lessons

Lessons

Live the life you want and never mind what they say

This world is filled with frightened nervous hearsay

Self-control is pretty droll but excess can ruin your day

I walk on the wild side but know when its time to hit the hay

Waiting for the occasion is a risky contagion

You know the pool is cold but the first gets calm water gold

Express you living in your own world letting the music take hold

Concert in my head is my defense against making establishment sense

You may love but it will abandon you like a flying dove

So only do that where thank you is an unnecessary glove

Desire is the ultimate spire and questions an idiotic perspire

I only regret the women I missed when I could have had their fire

Happiness is never overrated for it is the supreme state

Do not make plans too far ahead or you may end up miserable instead

Doing what you love is always the passion that kisses deep and gives a hug

I play and do, proving Einstein was not at all a mug

The Push

The Push

The melancholy rises, black death from underground

Pushing to get thru’ and take my life around

A curse thru’ the ages, wrecking it in stages

I must be courageous, for I am one of the lucky pages

Called to have darkened plains without dire nails

The rise hammers at my bedrock with hate filled pails

I keep my sanity thru’ profound profanity

Denying deity, that belief in insanity

But time is the great tantalizer supposedly a tranquilizer

This lie, a panacea prescribed for paranoia, is Ebenezer

It keeps the cure while time is consistent

Torturous miser leaving wrecked humanity indigent

So I harm myself to anesthetize the pain

Having the pathway I walk in vain

Temporary brightness is the sweet high

To get beyond that’s the bitter I strive to try

Mighty Lemmy Roar

Mighty Lemmy Roar

When the icon is gone sudden silence surrounds

A crack thru’ the bedrock is a shock that drowns

No up or down but weightless falling endlessly

Stretching in a panic like a cat clutching out desperately

To fill that gap, pour in the ore

Mixture of Jack & Coke with topless tits galore

Turn up the rock and let it roll louder than ever before

Celebrate to defeat death with a mighty Lemmy roar

A force of nature that brought waves of pleasure

His gift of music that inspired and created treasure

More than leisure, for Motorhead fans its life’s measure

Sleep’s boring anyway – No Sleep ‘til Hammersmith!!!

The bedrock will solidify once more and stand tall

We’ll rock out with Aces until Magic’s last call

Gratitude to Lemmy who left us his songs

We can never repay the gift he gave to us for so long

On Sale Again

On Sale Again

Again the ghost of Martin Luther stirs

Infuses its Teutonic hatred thru years

Woden commands slaughter thru sworn swords

“Mein Kampf” echoes from dead jack booted hordes

Time is kind to hatred and earned guilt

Dries innocent blood and becomes part of the history quilt

Romantic yearnings for weakened minds

Collectivist teachings eradicating absolute lines

Blaming the Mosaic is the deep psychotic passion

Prosaic resentment of their Covenant via quixotic delusion

Panicked hiding from reality thru a paranoid quest

The sands are moving under them, undermining the Nest

But this time its different for the Shield of David exists

Determined, resilient and imbued with Never Again fists

Once more on sale from Hamburg to Munich, Cologne to Dresden

Hitler’s words may ring out, but this time there will be no Kristal Nacht

Once the Blood

Once the Blood

Two-faced in a different space

Fake emotion the domain of cowardice

Embrace me and smile, your hand raised

Dagger hovering waiting poised

Your serpent mind will strike in love

Innocence is the call to your hate

Witnessing happiness raises revenge

Guilt the surging acid of remorse

Deficient mind found in your kind

Time, the immoral forgiver of evilness

So I remember the pain that it was not in vain

Dullness the anesthetic that delivers forgiveness

Once the blood has flowed, the world shifts

No more trust as the break up leaves lust

Only the physical remains to fade with time

Eventually declining to nothing, just dried red

Perfection Wreckage

Perfection Wreckage

Never walk with a perfectionist hand in hand

Misery, wreckage and tears will be the island

Even Nature acts like an erratic clock

It veers to extremes in a tick then back to tock

Raising nostalgia gives hearty neuralgia

A type of perfection is the past because it’s set like algebra

Hurts when remembered, so best swallow gin ‘til under

Let the music soothe and concentrate on kisses from AN other

A hurt soul’s chronic pain is an umbilical from hell

Attached by life and will not let go despite you ringing the bell

It takes the kiss of your prince or princess to break that spell

The walls of destiny cast by evil will strive to prevent that knell

I remember the rains, the warm sun and red sand

A childhood of innocence in a Land that raised her son tanned

Now I move belonging nowhere keeping sentimentality over there

I am my mind and my Identity is made by me, because I dare