Wyatt’s Kin

Wyatt’s Kin

They don’t get it sipping their lattes, sitting in loafers

Deaf to the rumbling and anger, struggling and danger

Ideology and principle be damned, power is their land

So what if blue or red, preferable is the bland

So long has that trend been their friend

Higher they’ve gone while The People have spiraled without end

Human nature is that funny nomenclature

Different descriptions demanding solid solutions

But deception is an illusion that soothed politico delusion

Contempt for the calloused hands and those without collusion

Trusting and working, wondering why ends constantly fall shy

The People’s vision no longer a dream but a promise that’s a lie

Wanted! The poster went up some years back for a street fighter

Greed all around with their political snouts and grabbing hands tighter

In rode the Black Hat, for in reality you need someone who smacks back

Cheering millions as the shivering sniveling political minions come under attack

Coin Side

Coin Side

The pain of sadness is the rip tide of life

Pulls down deep to the depths of strife

Suffering emotions contrary to dreams

Slashing the mind and constant are the screams

No way out can ever be seen but sanity fights

Hope is weak but surrender has no rights

Think to win for happiness isn’t a sin

But when sadness stalks it carries a sharp pin

Abandoned to walk the world in love’s limbo

Can’t reach out and nobody reaches in, incognito

Tongues prod and heads nod for they don’t see me

So many around and I’m as if a statue to view you see

I’m a figurehead of those who go against convention

For naturally always we’ve been untimely and out of contention

It takes a brave strong you to hold our hands

For we don’t need but want only what’s true and stands

The Ancient Profession

The Ancient Profession

Conflict in politics makes emotions luxurious

Better that actions be counted than words which are scurrilous

Object is to win the day no matter with whom you have to parlay

Destruction arrives when perfection is your way

Relationships abound out of conviction or purpose and trigger critics

Narrow is the road to navigate between the ayes and nays in politics

Objective achieved requires only degrees of agrees

Self-destruction you’ll embrace when all you want to please

How we are may not be related to the time period of We

Caught up in an age where an idea whose time has come is key

Politician or ideologue decides happiness or misery

Best way is the pathway that follows Liberty

Voters are the ones that understand how it all runs

Freedom is necessity to live in Liberty without government weighing tons

Beware of the political class for they pray to power

The People should never forget that they are the divine tower

Poor Little Jacob

Poor Little Jacob

Inquisitive is that brand of small mind rudeness

Focused in belief that the world revolves around your ass

Little people where home and hearth is their universe

Questions like corrosive fingers prying into others lives, terse

If you want to hear a lie, then ask me how I lie

I’ll tell what you what you want to hear and you’ll be the deserved fool

Parochial little place where fear and conformity is the rule

Explosive frustrations do they have because the group is their tool

Do you look into the water and see a lion or kitten?

Poor little remnants still frightened of what happened

Conditioned to breed for the sake of the Nation’s need

Uncertainty and insecurity their cynical cursed creed

Poor little Jacob, are you the same now as you were when you were brave?

Empty of ideology and split between doubt, guilt and religion’s knave

Technology success has come but overprotection of the children is your slave

This the beginning of a great phase or the slide toward an eventual grave

Precipice

Precipice

Collapse of the West has always been the irrational quest

Vatican and Communist Party, Liberals of the progressive variety, their behest

Savior of civilization certainly were the Framers of the Constitution

Naiveté, the weakness of the innocent gave ground to interpretation

We find ourselves today being swept by ideas that curse

I’m my brother’s keeper, the evil foundation of socialism’s purse

Fear of rebuke and standing alone strengthens statism’s throne

Education of the children infused from the cauldron of stolen stone

“Arise!” individualism, logic and reason’s child

Never be afraid of the collectivist, fascist or socialist guile

Their foundations are based on sacrifice of the just

We wait our turn as cosmic inevitability turns them to dust

This is our time as the world swoons in a valueless monsoon

To take back civilization with logic, reason and egoism, Liberty’s tune

Led by a political street fighter of dubious say

The expected return is high when the People declare “Nay!”

Above Life

Above Life

Standing on the high board, life below

Always courage to jump into the flow

Mama taught that strength of mind is the way to go

When the jump is taken with moral certainty, it’ll glow

Stand alone in the justice zone without any moan

Justice for myself even though I may have no home

Be not afraid of life for it is a coward and attacks the fearful

Know that an attitude of strength expecting to win is joyful

Reality dictates that note is taken of the more powerful

It’s no disgrace to negotiate without selling your soul

Keep emotion at bay when the fight is underway

Know when to say nothing, collapsing the opponent’s haranguing

In the aftermath when the air is wretched with corrosive emotion

Can you look the enemy in the eye with honest satisfaction?

For then you’ve won regardless of the outcome

This is the satisfaction bound up in morality that it’s resting upon

Reason’s Fight

Reason’s Fight

As I sleep and hear my name called, I open my eyes, lids shut

I see faces in the air without knowing what

Evil or good, I’m slightly aware that perhaps they’re from hell

Hallucination between dream world and wakefulness, I can’t tell

Does humanity shudder when there’s doubt about the ether?

Question sanity when unreason taps a shoulder?

Life buffets without mercy for justice is a metaphysical incidental

The vectors’ll always win because we’re carbon and the universe is physical

The choice is faith or reason for the human

Faith can frighten and undermine enlighten

But rationality is logic’s pathway to confidence

Eliminates emotionalism and bestows liberation

Yet how does one fight when all is lost and the mind takes flight?

Faith and reason again in conflict season fight

Both have sustained but only one destroys light

Strength is that kernel of not giving up regardless of the night

Bridge

Bridge

Love the healing balm is Nature’s psalm

Hugs and warms, it’s the nurturing palm

Feel still waters and hear angel’s voices bestowing calm

Her psalm is a lucky charm, so call her ma’am

Heartache, soulache, the very depths of Sadness Lake

Once in, you’re taken to the very middle and forsaken

It’s a tightrope we walk without knowing when the slip

Tears cause scars and they’re felt like lashes from a whip

Somewhere is the bridge to the healing balm

But when we’re so distraught, everything seems gone

Faith or desperation, call it what you want

As long as it shepherd’s you through, whether servant or savant

Alas so dark is the journey’s middle

Hope is all when confidence is a riddle

But persistence with mild assistance will get you the distance

Suddenly redemption and the bridge will be found, that’s happenstance

Change Emotions

Change Emotions

The wind of change is like snow

Virginal, unknown and brings the pain of letting go

What is this attachment that gives us emotional vertigo?

I desire the rationality of a river that simply flows

We run away from reality when it illuminates mortality

Subjective views from mind altering stews

But that is regression and delivers depression

Goddamn manifestation of inward aggression

Betwixt and between subjectivity and objectivity

Imagination that soothes until rationality it unglues

I embrace my weakness, its strength proportional to love

For the balance between love and loneliness is change so tough

Only love, that selfish value can rescue us from change emotions

Our worlds are never set, yet we believe in forever notions

Flaw in humanity or evolution’s optimistic sorority

Change remains that knife-edge of sobriety

Truculent Recalcitrant

Truculent Recalcitrant

Mathematics that wonderful language spoken by logic

It has no emotion and intuition is viewed as tragic

Arguments abound whether something is sound

In steps the quant to bring all back to ground

Sports is a fighting hound where supporters howl

Who’s the best or greatest, is an argument that growls

Ardent fan or journalist man, all trying to be a wise owl

Along comes the wonk with calculator bringing both to heel

Bias is a tiresome vice that tugs and pulls trying to reveal

Onside or off its calculations once more that debates steal

Politics particularly tries to twist then torture statistics

In runs the computer tool to generate truth’s ballistics

Frustration is the gift of mathematics to those who love delusion

Idiosyncratic views of reality equivalent to confusion

Mathematics is undefeated for the universe is a concretized version

Embrace the algebraic persuasion and become a champion

National Minds

National Minds

Oh the rigid mind, so funny it’s easy to be unkind

Personal traits, national states, observe National Minds

More than one way to go about, left or right on the roundabout

Inflexibility is a laughing matter; usually their sense of humor is out

Daren’t say which nationalities are easy to flout

Usually languages indicate just how rigid and stout

Thinking minds are always an attribute and laterally is a bonus

Problem arises when common sense is in serious minus

Loud and louder I’m never sure whether it’s sweet wine or cider

It’s best to stand away or duck when arms swing wider

I’m from the English persuasion so natural arrogance is my domain

We consider those that don’t to be lower, so we’re a sorry pain

All in all comedic quality is a highly attractive commodity

Smiles are pressure valves but duck faces abound in quantity

Music’s the medium of Liberty, and its easy to identify authority

Freedom’s found in chaotic sound, while structure is autocratic solemnity

One Sided Dice

One Sided Dice

Rise of hate is nothing innate

We’re born tabula rasa, an empty slate

Time to fill that void and soak up the future

This means now and is reality’s picture

You learn during those first years of soul

Somewhere along the line its set in coal

Devil it to change unless a seam is gone

But your mind can do it for it’s the strongest one

Liberty in freedom is choice but isn’t a mindless voice

To think, and the lesson of how isn’t a rolled dice

Aristotle’s children named logic and reason

On earth it’s commanded and is a permanent season

Our senses receive and attack our synapses with greed

Emotions then run high trying to cover our minds all seeing eye

Strength is the mind over the emotional blind

Never mind feelings, it’s a one-sided dice because were mankind

Destiny’s Laughter

Destiny’s Laughter

Tick tock goes the cuckoo clock and chimes on time

Tick tock goes life’s clock and fools people all the time

Plans and goals are the wish lists of hopeful souls

Ambitions are actions without inhibitions and make the gods ghouls

Trained from birth to push for all you’re worth

Life passes quickly so don’t forget to admire earth

Balance seems to be the natural dance

In tune with your inner harp will ring a feeling of happy romance

Sad that cynicism holds sway in societies today

Jaded, with skepticism destroys sublime romanticism each day

Kindness at face value accepted with a thank you, not viewed as true

Decisions are precision tools to raise your happiness or make you blue

So delight in optimism without forgetting rational realism

We’re Nature and have a nature and must obey it with deft individualism

Mind strength when victory or defeat kiss or bite your cheek

This diamond of life will hug and keep you from weak

Shattering Holy Cow

Shattering Holy Cow

Emotions that ride toward tempers flaring

Political tide that carries only the daring

Backstab on the Ides of March but surviving

When on St Patrick’s Day a lucky Irish lilt will sing

Petulant dissonance wrapped in sacrificial lint

Declaring democratic destruction because they’re skint

Is this temper or revelation of a conviction bereft bent?

Surely in this family fight it’s a bellicose vent

Winner still sings despite the resentful stings

Delusion and hope the opponent brings

Confusion reigns as tradition destruction rings

Panic is the reaction as the outsiders take wings

Pundits denying after their favorite political son’s dying

Still relying on convention they’ve pushed despite its lying

Establishment ties causing the blindness, they predict nonsense

It’s The People’s country the rotten ruling class forgets in their arrogance

Let Freedom Ring

Let Freedom Ring

They never learn and revolution is a perpetual turn

Trust and power forever the corruption sauce that churns

Arrogance and patriarchy ultimately makes a neck burn

The fires of the free then kick the Establishment into the urn

Ashes of the government body to be scattered never again seen

Suffering people between poverty and riches are the seam

Holding the nation together with sons and daughters in battle scream

Drawn line a long time ago trashed and pretending by raising a screen

The mindset of dissatisfaction turning to white action anger is gradual

Once shifted and locked it’s too late for apology and The People will dual

Cowering lawmakers with betrayal their seal

Look close and see the Roman patrician in their deceitful zeal

Time come for the idea and its concretization in reality

Panicked wicked legislators running around as rats do in futility

See the People free themselves with reason and not anarchy

All they want is their country back and the justice of Liberty

In Torment Space

In Torment Space

Fill this emptiness with the nectar of choice

Façade of nothingness, pretending to rejoice

Ordained by the unseen, for nothing else makes sense

But the unseen doesn’t exist, though it’s felt through loneliness

Gravity is its concreteness and shouts inevitability

Grayness is its color, and age, its reality

We do this to each other, forgetting it’s our tomorrow

Though we know prettiness and handsomeness ends in sorrow

So abandoned by humanity we seek ecstasy

It takes the pain from the day but only temporarily

Know the torture of silence when you reach out and there’s emptiness

Sounds of others togetherness are louder as you cry in that darkness

Nobody be smug when you look into that mirror

All you see is the present and not the future

Not all of us equipped to deal with conventionality

Frequently we look upon it with hostility

Pendulum

Pendulum

The trusting People gave you power

So very long you abused it like a squire

Logical conclusion when the Emperor ascended

Offhand, backhand, contempt and you derided

From within your ranks high upon the pyramid

Who you believed a pharaoh, decided ‘twas time to be Thurgood

So he trampled on your fields and shook you where you feel

Your risen anger more than matched by the People cheering his deal

Far away was another, who always did good by the People of his surround

Word was his bond and once in power stood his ground

Unblinking stare that unsettled all who dared

Sharp mind like a whip end that thrashed all who connived

The Machiavellian barons of power, almost irremovable

Banding together with their cronies and political dirigibles

Their systems in shock as the People solidify rather than crack

Revolution’s a healthy solution to revert back to Liberty’s Constitution

Sweet Hate

Sweet Hate

Isolated, you turn your backs because I broke the rules

Incarcerated by your silence I still have contempt for your values

Brave openness frightens you, so you suffocate your fat soft scion

You know you’ll lose in the end, because evolution dictates hate

Escape into your religion and shout to the sky

The wind only slaps your face and silence you deny

Pretense and wishful thinking denying reality

When they came for them, they also prayed in futility

You see this scattered soul, littered with scars

For my denial of you and your mores

But I shan’t surrender, because I’m a bitter ender

The future is now and I’ll seek to offend you, never pander

Yours is the violence not mine

Abuse of the mind and the children you grind

Reason frees me but frightens your kind

Liberty’s price is to see the social mice

Crucible

Crucible

Nothing like an act of kindness that can make you cry

Tough reality of life that some are born on a Wednesday to cry

That ledge of togetherness so high it might have been in the sky

Shattered souls look strong because strays always pledge not to die

Societal anger at those without allegiance

How will you be one of us; in smugness is their grievance

Surely belonging is alone something not to desire?

Resentment of the outsider illuminates the weak minded on fire

Emotions of the damned if you’re afraid to stand where you ought to be

When behavior conflicts with the reasoned mind, remember The Bard’s “To be….”

Make time yours in the hours that conventionally be

Passionately embrace what is yours unconditionally

Your life is your own to be touched by none without permission, you see

It’s how you live that allows you to see

Stand where you want, but understand consequently

No tears or regrets will be your happiness, emotionally

From Divinity Mountain

From Divinity Mountain

Obedience and submission, the free mind under oppression

Societal mores established by religious and mystical session

Made the enemy humanity’s nature, time for suppression

Divide and rule, the patriarch’s declare women lesser than

Enduring link is the trail back to Divinity Mountain

Imagination, that high up is the ruling fountain

From all that springs everything, is the usual intoning

Ignore all the horror and innocent suffering

Surrender thinking to the leader of the denomination

Render selfish desire to father’s domination

Fear is the mighty controller through emotion divinity calls love

Fear of the after life that’ll see burning eternally, willed from above

In hand a smart phone, the extension of Liberty’s triumph

For it’s the free mind only that can rise and run like a nymph

Yet humanity allows itself to be weighed down in a river of blood

Frightened to explode the chain that holds to the trail from night to light

Leanings

Leanings

Classification left or right, leanings to Liberty, Lenin or blight

Machiavelli policy or rational morality when the timing is right

Ideologue, centrist or realist fog should be calculated at night

For it’s the darkest time and will critique your leanings versus zeitgeist

Right or wrong appears meaningless in a governing light

Cynical rivers of champagne that kiss is the magic of sleight

Where the factories lie is where the voters reside

When their hands are cold they only have desire for the fireside

Reality strikes when they’re sworn in the power ring

Promises and hand shakes become scorpion stings

Have the People chosen Moses or Judas?

The risk of betrayal is the silver chalice

Does it catch your eye and make you smile?

Seeking favor declares your guile and corruption is the style

If the glint makes you wince then good governance will be the sufferance

For the world is sublime human nature always on the defense

Crawl Scream

Crawl Scream

The itch of withdrawal is the pain of skin crawl

Needle bites attacking the skin, screaming scratched raw

Hold your mind telling yourself no

Intensified evil call to destroy the crawl until the glow

You move your hand to the most urgent shrieking attack

Trying maybe crying the reach begins and there’s no going back

Initial relief is the disguise of reality, as the mix between pain and brutality

So scratch the hot needles as they bite with greater personality

Each one the devil’s fork’s prong as the world around seems gone

Harder and more the ferocity of tearing until raw is done

You know the rising redness and soon the blood smiles

Listen to your voice as the pain of a cutting knife riles

Clashing emotions focused in a mind gone turbulent

The reality of a psychological thrashing to stop, please stop this virulent

Resistance all gone and shaking bloody mess

It stops and calms down, until the next time like a regenerating abscess

Love’s Theory

Love’s Theory

Small causes with large effects, the rhythm of chaotic trust

Introvert extraordinaire not showing until it must

Actions now determining the future so adapt or die

Almost won’t cut it and no prisoners taken is no lie

So out into the mixing world of hits and misses

No standard looks, lines, curves or sizes

Dependence on that first look and ascendance

Simple behavior will endure as sublime or decadence

There are the attracted who get excited by the unsacred

They move differently and against the current with alacrity

Truth is nothing’s ever settled but moves constantly

Repeating waves using all means possible including technology

Don’t forget the random that tie up seemingly with abandon

Yet from afar the earth looks deceptively like a glinting blue button

This is all exciting and why its never tiresome

Broken heart today then tomorrow happily back into the fray to get some

Rounding the Circle

Rounding the Circle

Don’t look for heroes to fill your emptiness

Role models are shadows of the mind alas

Strength is not through osmosis

It comes from to think, those mind exercises

What we love influences our world without equivocation

Passion is our declaration and demarcation

It’s the generator of pleasure and our emancipation

Be proud and wear it regardless of vilification

I think for myself and deserve happiness, rejects mediocrity

For self-esteem is the foundation of Identity

It’s the movement called life and the reach for the stars

Doing your best is the decider not whether you walked on Mars

Pity those that love nothing with passion

Not because you’re better but that they miss knowing heaven

Explode your creativeness for within art you find your heart

It’s then the circle rounds and you sing with all your might

Breakthrough

Breakthrough

Notice how time goes when you want it to endure

Relativity that little thief, the magpie of the pure

Or so the myth goes, as reality knows for sure

Pain in your mind the leveler, balances a happy reveler

For that mountain to climb is to turn you around

Disgust at what you see, that first step the hardest grind

And at that time is when all the negatives surround

Another turn at the merry go round in the playground

With each whipping revolution you have to hold tighter to stay sound

The scars that mark your weaknesses are visible and profound

But the only crime is to not get back up and just wait to be found

Surrender seems so easy, but you discover you when life pounds

Focus on you and love the rejection of your vice

Goddamn it not you for hugging like lice

No better than that infestation

You’ll break through and soar without hesitation

With A Demagogue Yell!

With A Demagogue Yell!

They trust the demagogue, their eyes filled with pedagogue

Feelings of helplessness and anger nourished by fear of the abyss

But trust is a word where the abyss is king

When emotions replace mind, to contradiction they’ll cling

The long road is back up the hill, in the distance

See the Shining City, no longer in their eyes the place of deliverance

Emptiness without hope makes promises without scope, reality

The demagogue yell rises and this nectar becomes religiosity

Fall from Individualism is suicide of the mind

Ultimately the demagogue forces the body to ensure his line

Betrayal by the freely elected and laziness of the bourgeois

Find the scapegoat to blame to feel comfortable and run freely

Then look around at the wreckage wrought by emotionalist thought

Didn’t mean to do that is too late and means naught

Constitution lies shattered as hundreds of years are scattered

Once again a civilization’s rejection of reason is fettered