Shifted Line

Shifted Line

Line between morality and survival

Threat or freedom decides the moral

Accusation is the action when there’s no demarcation

For a win under threat will suffer the curse of suspicion

Can blame be laid when fear is the institution?

Can those in freedom judge when each day is under threat of execution?

Easy to judge when sitting safe and fat in your house

But where existence is like a light switch, its death’s flames you’ll douse

Is blood thicker than Nation where sacrifice is patriotism?

Under the barrel of a gun the future becomes astigmatism

Nihilism is then an easy reality

Relativism is then no longer superficiality

Beware of the demagogue with their massaging message

Orgasm of anger and fear drowns rational ideas

In freedom, emotions that dictate politics is a slide to ruin

Emotionalism that follows is the eternal sin

Silence

Silence

When emotions fall they make you hit a wall

Turn around and see there’s nobody to call

On my own in this canyon of sandpaper

Raw nerves as fragile as rice paper

Hold it together and don’t let reality shatter

Time is no quicker or slower and I know I matter

Bedrock of my mind is hope based on reason

Don’t imagine logical conclusions with a mind of treason

Again and again this circle of torment is the millstone

Faith destructor and intangible torturer behind milestones

A hiding coward that ambushes from behind

Relentless tug of war that never releases its bind

Reach for the reliever that harvest of java

Or green flower with its mighty lava

Other than these is not the answer

I wait for my sun rise elixir

Love’s Circle

Love’s Circle

Contemplate, existence a pointless exercise

Not a nihilistic sigh, but Nature’s prize

The fleeting gold of youth is no experience of truth

Then comes cherished memories but also vermouth

Those who touched deeply and died in their youth

See their pictures and the strangest feelings aren’t quite couth

Once the emotional becomes the physical, it’s that bond

Not a friend, was a lover who knows if you’re brunette or blonde

See them with another and, they, your current other

Eyes that meet, a stolen smile is the greet

As time moves the breaks are felt more

Desire rises for a longer time other and no more war

So feelings become honest and you know about hurt

Scratches in the past, the future will be scars that smart

Upon reflection a prize indeed is existence

For its own sake and individual exuberance

Wall Around

Wall Around

Reach out to touch and nothing is found

Want to say something and nobody’s around

Walk outside but there’s nowhere to go

Listen for the sound of happiness but there’s only no

Feel the sadness within for being left without

Tears stuck inside for the wall is so tight

Look into the mind’s eye and the face is empty

Alone in the universe for heaven is merely fantasy

Smile in the stranger’s way and see them scowl

Unhappiness is their way and they’d rather howl

Broken minds are deliberate actions you find

Dissatisfaction from being raised for perfection is their bind

Yet you’re joyful and free when you see the kitty flee

Fingers will point that you’re childlike with glee

It’s meant as an accusation or a rueful envy

Determine never to shift away from that natural cheery

Angel Kiss

Angel Kiss

You looked into my eyes for longer than only a game

You whispered too but I’ll never know your name

I always noticed your royal blue eyes

I coveted your beautiful cherry red lips, no lies

Cupid’s arrow dislocated by Aphrodite fighting Venus

Spite the substance on which courtly love thrives

In the armory of those goddesses, Saint Valentine their mercenary

Pawns in this heavenly war, the fragile emotions of humanity

Wreckage is the longing that imagination weaves

Nobody loses, so frustrations are emotional thieves

Constantly searching for what never was, but felt lost

I’m loves’ Ancient Mariner, on love’s sea tossed

But where’s that line between love’s desire and lust?

First the eye sees and then the high seas of love

Better to have loves from lust and that enduring affection?

Or love with endurance, a tempered addiction

Wrong Mirror

Wrong Mirror

Ancestral worship at the mountain, holy fountain

Wellspring of spirits from where goodness and anger rain down

Primitive emotions of irrational fear, afraid to upset the skeletons leer

Enduring is belief despite logic’s harsh steer

Sacrifice the future to superstition, the imaginary light

Over and again tell the mind ignorance is right

Condemn the men that seek to build the mirror into the night

Stars flickering, mocking, while the moon shines bright

Government is the prostitute paid by the vote

Pretending to be a friend it’s a resolute lout

No caring for the people’s interests but a money sniffing snout

It’ll smile and nod until it’s time for a sacrificial rout

Mirror of virtue seeking knowledge would be the Mauna Kea telescope

Mirror of vice reflecting the witch doctor’s face would be a kaleidoscope

So the primitive has won and the holy mountain will stay as one

But the Hawaiian children cry for they know their future is done

Walking Back

Walking Back

Birthed to rise and sail onward to selfish reward

Fighting for values taught to be stalwart

Yet there’s one lingering demon in humanity’s fall

Hanging with reluctant surrender and standing too tall

See its red pathway colored in innocent blood

Hatred because of a difference in creed, color or cub

The words of Martin Luther King Jr still the prayer for love

Humanity needs to play, blind man’s buff

But the prayer falls on ears listening to their own shouts

Still those raised fists in black and white hooded sheets

Twisted cross, hammer and sickle, all the Leftist neophytes

Choice to ignore history and validity of reason and rights

Within are the innocent and the guilty that believe in the kilt

You’re one of us or one of them if you tilt

Hatred’s emotion accusing the purer of heart to be a sellout

Death is from within where irrational emotion is a suicide pact

So Many

So Many

From a neighborhood where another world was understood

Mama kept me from the ‘hood and taught me judgment of good

But I joined with eyes open or so I thought

Looking back now I realize how fortunate

The list of deaths is long and I remember their young faces strong

I always get the urge to cry when I think of them and that they’re gone

When you’re young the future is forever and time is a song

You rule the world and see nothing wrong

Then they start to fall and still it’s like hits on a wall

I was so long in that lifestyle where justice was relative to all

Everyone is beautiful when young and morality has diversity

Time moves and you realize looking back requires perspicacity

My shattered worlds has seen I’ve no foundations to call home

Emotional ties can be lies and mistrust endures; only love can overcome

There are those who know you like no others will

Sometimes we chat and we know it’s all a secret best kept still

Government Role Roll

Government Role Roll

Angel of this world is the capitalist mankind hates

There’s no bigger picture or greater good, only individual rights

Soon forgotten is the mind that created and delivered

Greedy gluttonous swarm believing they deserve, unfettered

Watch the sacrifice of good as they elect government of tumult

Grabbing hands all clamoring for their tankards of taken malt

That they breathe is believed to be the right to another’s vault

Vote for me says the politician, behind her back carrying a Colt

Our way is the only way, as collectivism and religion become cohorts

Liberty of the individual to stand on her own viewed as an insult

Emotionalism over rationalism as cowardice consumes courage

Teach the way that government is mother, pastor and saint, not scourge

Then policy favoring revolt as it leaches productivity towards sloth

Uprising the logical conclusion by those who make the cloth

Come election time you decide if you want jobs or the government role

Your smart phone and drugs did not come through government’s roll

Scars From Bedrock

Scars From Bedrock

Feeling happy is the slide as the canyon walls rise

Glinting bottles and pretty wrappers are friendly lies

Your momentary feeling of no self-disgust

The excuses in your mind turn guilt to dust

Guilt is earned for you know its false pleasure

Hurting and wounding your greatest treasure

But the will to stop sounds like the cry of loneliness

You know the ultimate abyss but nothing’s worse than emptiness

See the face in the mirror and remember long ago

In movies you saw the desolation you’re looking at now

Cards are dealt by random stealth

Faerie tale endings is the devil’s wealth

Build your bedrock or be swept into Satan’s quicksand

Passion is the action that solidifies to glass denying a last stand

You may wrench yourself free or rise and slide by degree

Bedrock is that chance you’ll have durability

Ostrich Time

Ostrich Time

Blood is drying on the ground, the free act like clowns

Imagination is their reality, happiness in sundowns

Denying who they are, hysteria in their normality

Trying too hard always oozes superficiality

Seeing the killing in front of them, nobody stirs

Alive, but dead is their humanity, everybody stares

Indifference is the difference when there’s no reverence

Irreverence is the dalliance with evil until there’s only callous

See the world today where innocent death runs amok

Being protected safe or born, disgracefully depends on luck

Stuck in that rut humanity fails principle to remain a slut

Rather that dark dank dungeon of the deliberate ignorant

The demise of enlightenment enriches the tyrant

Always dormant in the shadows of intellectual twilight

Choice is to think but easier to drink from the jug of dreams

Warm feeling of sleep, the slide to death is the easy mainstream

Ayham Hussein

Ayham Hussein

I didn’t know you but you died for who you are

In this world sacrificed on the altar of evil is your slaughter

The clamor of religion is to destroy individual will

Make guilty self-esteem bereft animals of all

You were pronounced for listening to the music of Liberty

This courageous act frightened the powerful that had you in captivity

Fear and obedience to the imagination of their deranged minds

They act as the death merchants they are, murderers of mankind

What use is the free Superpower when innocents are struck?

Enough weaponry to destroy the world yet without any moral truck

No outcry in that self-centered corrupt body on the River

They wring their hands and make proclamations while the vile still slither

Reason is the sole absolute, the savior of humanity

But it’s rejected as desolate, the godless calamity

The accusers stand on the same ethic as evil’s band

Making excuses for relics from when mankind could barely stand

Pain Drain

Pain Drain

A rain of pain strikes like Cain

All’s calm then its explodes and you’re lame

Traumas are silent ghosts that haunt

They gather until ready to taunt

Strike with their forks like demons from hell

Seeking the time and place that’ll ring you like a bell

Time’s on their side as wear and tear takes its toll

Bill of living is the journey of discovery with you as Pin Doll

Can’t fold, you have to walk, bend and hold

At each step the slender sinews strain as you move bold

Quiet is your agony to act as though it’s all gold

Strength is your word as you remember before you got old

But you know old’s relative to life lived

Embracing gravity is bound to attract pain livid

You reason it could be better, but worse too

So you push on and deride the pain like a ballet dancer in a tutu

Puzzling Pictures

Puzzling Pictures

The curse of one is far from fun

One sees the world with shades undone

Witnessing the auras of reality’s inevitability

Seeing the logical conclusions hiding from humanity

One sees into the cracks of life where the vulnerable fall

Cries for their hurt and realizes there’s no guardian at all

One sees with eyes closed the clear pictures that appear

Movie from known not where the future made aware

Resistant to the spiritual or belief in deity

Denier often sees the premonition in clear irony

One the chosen perhaps because of loneliness’ strength

Perhaps great sensitivity to humanity’s suffering at length

Explain the world to me beyond reason, would treason surely be

For I have mind and eyes that witness and see objective reality

But puzzling is witnessing when my eyes are closed yet wide open

Those movies that move my mind in clear color, I have not chosen

Love’s Tab

Love’s Tab

Always worth it is the broken heart from love

For what else is there if not the emotion of a god

No resistance to that warm feeling of fear

When desire and emotion meet and cheer

To not be afraid to risk your heart strings

You may be played like a violin in spring

But the safe is the silent and cold

The dead can never be bold only old

I don’t miss what might have been status

I feel sadness missing love I left in stasis

Every night a possibility the accusation of sluttery

Man or woman, the title is never under the regret registry

Time is relative to emotion

Loneliness is forever while together feels like a momentary tether

Conundrum of life is why satisfaction can be strife

I think it’s because time is reality’s wife

Sainted Love

Sainted Love

Valentine shines each year at this time

Yearning hearts chanting, Be My Valentine!

Chocolate and love the combination loved by Dove

Quintessential celebration with roses from above

For, for one day Cupid is Valentine’s messenger god

He dances, chances and strikes with his lances

Optimism and hope, kisses delivered via roses

Affection and desire walk love’s via de la Rosa

No thought about tomorrow, visit Venice without sorrow

City of love is Paris where French kisses and letters you borrow

‘Tis the first step that may lead nowhere, once taken it’s forever

Have no regret for all’s fair in love mon cheri amour

Scars from love are beauty marks uniquely human

Blessed for a short while it’s the balance of time

It always begins when the new day dawns

Make each day the moment you discover love to never be forlorn

Destruction Time

Destruction Time

Russian destruction decimating throughout

Putin’s the thug murder his drug

Russian economy ravished by oil’s collapse

Putin arms Iran Wotan’s acolyte synapse

Europe’s shelter for the lunar faithful

Bringing hatred to Berlin the historical assassin

Neanderthalic minds rising to dominate

Saliva glands pouring seeing the gold to penetrate

American millennials raised soft and ignorant

Europe’s too confused to be masculine or effeminate

As for the rest they’ve either religion or the left

Liberty’s on the ropes, merely surviving her quest

Destruction of historical places by Qtub’s demons

Raised from the sands they slaughter for Satan’s

Humanity’s irrationality is Hugo’s story

Yet the light of Enlightenment still burns in defiance

Pain from Cuts

Pain from Cuts

When you look for the face of love and its empty

The outline only is your reality

Cry from deep within a heart broken soul shattered and alone

Urge to cut your arm to make a face appear is anger’s zone

But that sharp hot pain is a one way street to insane

Yet stopping doing so is harder than that throbbing tooth pain

So live with a soul in pain without analgesics that are hard to find

The cut of the insane is the only rescue from soul pain so blind

It can’t see you in desperation sitting in the middle of nowhere

Can’t witness your tears in public with people all around

So turn up the sound in your ears to drown out aching reality

Rising level at a vital point tempers the destruction vitality

Imagination is hope that the mean surround will run aground

Surely the reality of a bleeding arm will awaken happiness

But you know the pain of nothingness endures endlessly

And the universe’s connectedness is only a journey into nothingness

The Sanders Idiots

The Sanders Idiots

Their bright faces sing praises and smiles are contagious

Generous feelings they shout constantly for Sanders

Funny how socialists are happy about something so scandalous

For there’s nothing funny about suicide, or frivolous

Noticeable in the audience is the generation known as millennials

Over-protected, soft and educated by the Liberals

These hapless young agents of change seeking destruction of the range

Determined that corruption of the few becomes the religion of the deranged

Socialism is force but the Sanders Idiots see it as justice

Picture painted for a generation and quite a few others in colors of malice

Down with materialism, destroy evil corporate imperialism

Everything for free from tuition to government influenced realism

See how easy politics is, just vote for the utopian wish list

But dare not to hold up a mirror, as it’ll reflect the dystopian grist

You see socialism uses its youth filled apparatchiks like matches

It grinds and scatters their spent ashes, sacrificing for the few in batches

Unfinished

Unfinished

The two hours you see and never the twenty practiced

A book you read never witnessing the pages trashed

Yet infinity is your sadness if you started and never ended

Broken hearted upon reflection your art suspended

Within us all is the cry to witness

Whether it’s another’s or your own greatness

Satisfaction supreme is the finished dream

Regret as time closes doors is an unfinished scream

Emotions of the derelict and sadness of the afflicted

The energy available to be concreted and constructed

Happiness may flatten your artistic imagination

But nothing like starting and never finishing raises soul degeneration

Fly over the homes and see unfinished stories or poems

Look in closets and there you’ll see gathering dust guitars and violins

They remember or think about what could have existed

Then quickly move their minds away thinking if only they’d persisted

Defiance

Defiance

Smug tongues attack her with hungry eyes

They’re too cowardly to approach those sexy thighs

Middle-class values has their courage in its hands

Calmly controls as their conflict of guilt stands

Do they think of their spoiled brats or wife of fat?

Religious guilt taught at birth the fact

Repressed desire - brainwashed to a frustrated dictated good

Surrendered their minds as adults, never to decide but should

They always hear mama echoing in their head

Warning at every turn now its life they dread

Fear that raises hypocrisy, caught between control and fire

This Lady of the Night they desperately desire

Defiance is her name as she takes care and gets the blame

Her aura won’t be soft but her flame is brutally honest, not lame

Scraped soul you don’t know her story so how dare you throw a stone

Whether fiction or fact, God made her one of Her own

Bad Mood Smiling

Bad Mood Smiling

Don’t irritate me or I’ll want you to suffer a lie

Bad mood day or night is a profound enjoyment of hatred’s sigh

Angry feeling of wanting to kill rising into the ether

No object of affection but expressive cursing wanting to smash like a diva

Adrenalin that evil rise when mixed with caffeinated anger

Manage my hate for its existence is no stranger

Those pathetic bitches always flick my switch

Destruction is a word that soothes without any glitch

Common sense is that rare action frequently unknown as a solution

Watch stupid people react like humans from an error of evolution

Are they pollution sent to attack my nerves with pins?

A lunatic spirit in the nether world bored after din-dins?

So I sit with sleep appearing in the dead of night to be meek

Rather simmer and enjoy a mood that derides the weak

Evil is what balances good for virgin purity can make me puke

Don’t tell me to calm down or I could punch you as a rebuke

Coldness

Coldness

The sadness climbs this is no practice run

Its life in reality but can feel like you’re a nun

Happiness is out of reach in a universe of one

Cold cell is your existence when the day’s done

Many surround but their smiles are a cold star

Twinkling with beauty and attracting from afar

But no meaning and without emotions touch

If you reach out they shrink back and crouch

This crisis is a cold grip that now grabs your back

Contorted face in the mirror reflects shuddering attack

Solidifying realization you’re alone in this future zone

Tears of ice are not far behind in a panic you begin to atone

Alas this is confusion for unearned guilt is cold reason

It’s you or them in the sacrificial position

But they’re you’re mind’s foe know as alter ego

In this coldness of a frozen soul it’s you that must let go

Scream is Life

Scream is Life

Highest pitch scream resonates to my soul

The scream I hear is the prayer that makes me whole

Connection is that string of metal made in heaven

Lead riff is the passionate scream that’s life given

Heavy metal crunch the beat of life’s heart

Height of this joy is the happiness found in art

Electrical circuit from guitar to music to band

Connection between the fanatics and band is grand

Devil’s horns the marriage ring that’s for life’s years

Never mind the rain and storm when the music’s in our ears

Live concert is the congregated congregation united

That synergistic high carrying us thru’ time is infinity knighted

No judgment for the dressed in black gathered in the dark

Light is the sound where the lyrics reside in the conquered park

Time stands still just for a while but youth is etched in the metallic gold

There’s no old among the blackened bold even if your ninety years old

Propaganda Jelly Babies

Propaganda Jelly Babies

Truth has become a narrative they want

Lazy minds abound accepting any rant

Reality is how you see it and what is believed

A strike out for logic and see the smiles of the deceived

Actions of politicians and the money they heave

Open hands of the receivers not wanting to leave

Consequences of no consequence as the cash is rolled

The next time vote is more important and never gets too old

Trash the opponent with an element of their actions

Twist the focus to insert fear and drive emotions

See the faces of the trusting lazy and know they’re yours

Now drive the illusion as dishonesty becomes the cause

Welcome to the new left or right where direction is a vector

Push or pull they’ll follow the momentum to become a victor

But logical conclusions have not been repealed

In the end destruction will be the gift revealed

Chocolate Love

Chocolate Love

The Inca’s are my heroes and saviors of pleasure

Discovering cacao and making it the nectar of leisure

Cadbury that fine upstanding chocolate god was not daft

Deciding to melt it and formulating it into a draft

Sugar so bad for you and makes everyone smile

Bad boys and girls with a sweet tooth and style

Nestle is Swiss and decided that the slab was bliss

Red wrappers of thick bars to its’ Miss

Milka extra cacao is the chocoholic’s delight

Those bars call me and I love to get drunk every night

Lemmy taught us that guilt be damned

Enjoy your gratification satisfaction smiling and slammed

Then in steps government the usual killjoy sent in Mother Grundy

Took away the drink and wagged her gnarled finger on Sunday

Freedom be damned now I’m on the lam

Liberty and legality do not lay down together like lambs