It’s Like This

It’s Like This

United in politics is an evasive trick

Ideology a comfort but usually it gives nervous ticks

So gather a few who’ll some’ll like and others shun

Game of you’re okay and this is how I’ll bring sun

The story is about going to win and is it fun?

Dour is not on and preaching is like pointing a loaded gun

It’s said learn the lines and how to smile or point in time

But this’ll do them in for We the People don’t like mime

Winning politics is the being one of US art

Soothe fears, arrest tribulations and it’ll be the right start

If the message rings from their heart

It’ll make men smile, children laugh and ladies will bake a tart

Rough is always the election trial

Tough and flexible is required with strong self-esteem and guile

Destroy the enemy and paint that Golden City on the Hill

They’ll be lifted up and governing will be a thrill

Clear Reflections

Clear Reflections

Why am I condemned, this melancholy dividend?

Paid by life to endure separation with no end

You see love is the stipend for those kissed by destiny

Nothing is the backhand for those smacked feeling like it’s for eternity

The rejected are part of humanity’s casualties

Frightened of each other for they see reflections of their realities

Temporary regret at the split second decision not to reach toward

Upon reflection it’s reasoned it’d have been untoward

Rationalization relieves guilt, tagged on to life’s quilt

Never looking back can never eradicate knowing what you didn’t do

Rejecting for the reason you fear the most

Witnessing another hurt soul, it haunts you the worst

Resolution resides in courage where you have to reach deep

It’ll feel surreal and conscious identity will be as if you’re walking asleep

You’ll wonder is this me or am I in another dimension?

But it’ll be reality and you’ll have broken unearned retribution

Rarin’ Race

Rarin’ Race

If you knock ‘em out there’s nothin’ anyone can do

Politics at the retail level for me and you

Talk like a regular person and frighten the governing

Act like a boss and take your country back after the reckoning

Collusion is no illusion when politics has no solution

Press the flesh with dead presidents and politicos become subservients

Look around and witness the destruction of your town

That great loud sucking away all the jobs, recognizable sound

Hear the wind and rattling chains with leaves tumbling along the ground

Used to be the sound of working and laughter in the factory compound

Now sadness and emptiness, see the drugs and drunkenness

Frustrations and hopes dashed for confidence is in darkness

Time to roll back the sloth of the backrooms and destroy the Marks of Cain

On their foreheads dollar signs that depict the People’s pain

Rise up and push to make America greater than before

Great stories of true heroes, red white and blue adore

From Above

From Above

Justice for the innocent is always magnificent

Mercy for the guilty is rarely without incident

Sin is subjective, think of whips and chains

Commandments or suggestions bring holy pains

Humanity driven by fear frequently turns to beer

Then points at the dregs at whom they jeer

Indulgence is a pathway to regret following cheer

Observers have no sympathy but laugh until they tear

Then there’s the dream train that snares

Agony the driver of an escape that dares

Bodily or mental there’s no care when it shares

The reality cognition makes it all fair, just pay the fare

Melancholy tunnel or sugar elixir will take the blame

Poisons are chosen, no matter for it’s all the same

Nihilism is the borderline for living or dying

Ultimately its all infinity, it doesn’t matter who was lying

The Chocolate Moment

The Chocolate Moment

Radicalized with vestiges of the sublime in place

Wounds constantly slashed into scars, the grimace

We set out as tabula rasa innocents towards vice

It’s only the lucky whose minds aren’t infested with irrational lice

Reactionary is the name given to all in rebellion

For what’s said is usually Newtonian

Initiation of force by the irrational powers filled with fear

They instill in the fighters for freedom, great cheer

But I stand alone surrounded by the frustrated who might jeer

I don’t see those who might rise up without fear

For drenched in docility has for too long been societal rule

Conformity, collectivity, acceptance and expectancy each a tool

Perhaps I am the fool, wanting the idea of unregulated minds

It takes time for moments to arrive as unstoppable winds

Yet my curse is a blessing despite the anger at times

For it’s my mind free, dancing to chocolate moment chimes

Dark Age of Twenty First

Dark Age of Twenty First

Their blood never stops crying

We hear their screams dying

Feel their agony in the face of evil

Smashed lives on Martin Luther’s anvil

Justice wasn’t possible so we must avenge

No mercy feasible for that’d be degenerate

So tell the story without an end

That we remember and always defend

Decades since the Destruction of innocence

On retreat the Enlightenment and Renaissance

Hear the calls against Anne Frank’s tribe

The guilty once more directing lies and jibes

Difference now is King David lives

Shields held high and striking swords

Justice is Ours defending against the wretched hordes

Infested by wickedness, Luther’s poison resides

No Thorns

No Thorns

Don’t ask questions for they may hurt

Smugness often behind questions is a cert

Inquisitiveness is not cute, it sends out an alert

Life’s not a cutesy skirt, it often throws dirt

So think, the freedom to or not

Tactful and intuitive never ties you in a knot

Play down achievement and failures whisper

Eliminate criticism or you’ll be a viper

Sweet silence, not at all for it’s also lonesomeness

Decisions between doing, idleness or suicide notes

Faces never tell for smiles frequently hide the tale

No blame, you see its life’s random gale

Embrace now to the maximum and be tired to tell the past

Always better to run to the future, now being cast

Judge by passions and the love will be apparent

That identity makes happiness a contagious event

Mid Of Night Fight

Mid Of Night Fight

When the tingling starts it’s your nerves taut

Try to resist but those needles bite

So scratch the attack until it recedes

Momentary calm, for seconds later it’s again the centipedes

Think reason; imagine calm for it’s all a mind war

Breathe easy in time to stop your mental race car

Red stripes down my neck where my nails have wrecked

Nettles of invisible poison the reality of scratched

Don’t hurt yourself for insanity’s sake

Middle of the night angst is evil’s lake

At war with ourselves for reasons beyond rational

Its quantum’s work called nothing, exploding into actual

Sweet peace has been fought for over naught

Human fragility so funny against the background of compulsive thought

See, the mind is intangible but creates reality

The wound on the skin is the conflict of rigidity versus flexibility, my Sweet

Once More

Once More

Again religion turns its threatening head

Again Liberty will be stifled and force will tread

Remnants of times when men heard voices

Nowadays you’d be certified and given medicinal choices

Fear that drives a human to commit reason treason

Mind prodding and screaming that logic’s no illusion

Yet laws made, will be obeyed and forced upon a person

Human identity betrayed with no one shouting accusation

Tradition’s the securitization of legitimization

Unquestioning obedience the fear of ostracisation

Undermine the prevailing hallucination

Vanquish the old that betrays truth’s Virginian

Alas the barrier of their collective fear will define you

An outcast of society by strange looks and religion’s warm glue

They breathe deeply while you avoid the fumes

Play your own song and defy their dictatorial tunes

State

State

When the rhetoric stops reality remains

Wishes and whims are easily in vain

Righteous purity destroys sanctity

Its rigidity leaves humanness a casualty

So look around and observe necessity

Conflict of desired reality versus probability

Closed ears and turned away eyes raise happiness

As if by magic the work is done to its fullness

Moral dilemma is subdued when your love cries

Clear the backyard and suffer the lies

The weak always bear the cost

When they gather and push, they’re told get lost

One day they stand their ground for living’s sake

This contest within reality they demand a higher stake

When reasonableness is abandoned, bloody mindedness

A tense taught time of resolute candidness

Yellow Brick Road

Yellow Brick Road

Walk the streets of film noir, yellow lighting and doors ajar

Casting shadows even hissing gas I imagine, from time far

Warmth and stealth the combination of night wealth

Rich portrait of a time long ago brought to now

A link with the past reaching to the future

Down on the harbor front a long ago gateway to Damascus

Thru’ the time tunnel up the mountain to ancient stairs

I hear the tapping of intrigue as the spy dares

My domain is in the shadows as the bars beckon

See the people and listen to their languages from time forgotten

I’m a westerner with America in my wake

Alone like the ranger in this strange place that’s God’s sake

I follow this yellow brick road from a story here nobody knows

No gold or treasure to measure but ghosts of those that came to blows

Absinthe or vermouth, the nagila or, the vodka invasion

Always this mix in the Land of King David’s scion

Dark Silence

Dark Silence

Pick my heart up and restore my soul

Damaged spirit but held together by cajole

Cuts pile up and the scars toughen

Not surrendering becomes an insistent mission

I’m a lucky one for I see the rows of dead

Their minds imploded and hands of death

They suffered in silence showing the world a smile

They died without reverence and alone the last mile

The forgotten are those whose minds suffer in black

Disgrace added by the frightened that pretend and lack

Courage is only moral when it faces the truth

Weakness is taught and it’s a brute

But dark melancholy comes from nowhere and none are immune

Damn the frightened for making it a romantic tune

Curse on those left is the reality of the theft

Life stolen by the hand that’s supposed to love it best

Inca Elixir

Inca Elixir

Don’t ya find chocolate always rescues you when you’re feeling blue?

Even when you’re red or white, it makes the night just right

Romance without chocolate is like baseball without a ball

It can’t be denied that sweet or bitter, it makes you emotionally tall

Brown, black or white there’s no disharmony in its world

Surely teaches us a possibility that we can, all told

Bless the Inca’s wherever they rest in history’s well

They discovered the cocoa bean, no wonder they hid it under green hell

Cadbury came calling and delivered delightful drink in London

Spirits rose and it became popular during the time of capitalism’s freedom

To chocolate it was then devoted and forever a love affair was started

Throughout the world the blue colors represented along with Nestle’s red

Think of chocolate and surely a smile spreads

So lucky are we to be around during chocolate’s wide tread

Once I start I can’t stoop until only the wrapper’s left

Banish guilt for what’s been done is creating a happiness felt

Reaction Action

Reaction Action

They believed there’d be no reaction, in their world of profligate-ion

Promises today without foundation, their souls bought for monetization

Restless People of America in freedom, trusting them and relying

Years ago remember the Tea Party that ended in cake-filled lying

Suffering doesn’t allow forgetting, symbols of destroying

Acronym well known as NAFTA made its way vilifying

Most Favored Nation status sought by The Enemy

Named China, maneuvering and devaluing in enmity

Globalization as the end but the means through self-immolation

America what you have wrought through industrial annihilation

Factories once so strong, “Made In America” a proud notation

Consumer declared the new producer in the era of the bought politician

But laws of supply and demand can never be repealed

Rising debt and subjective reality is an objective reckoning sealed

Awakening late in the day through those detested

Grab your guns and bible, and ensure that America will rise again, blessed

Morning Glory

Morning Glory

Visions of the profane or I’m insane

Darkness of the morning sees pictures with eyes shut, again

Faces of evil stare into my soul

Rushes of confusion for I’ve rejected the religious sugary bowl

Memories from childhood, fiction or reality’s world of affliction

Laughing in my mind about an air conditioned room in hell’s jurisdiction

Never sweet faces of angels kiss my mind

This is awake dreaming or evidence of dimensions far from kind

Sure reason has its own comforting song

No consequences beyond the terrestrial, the comfort of a bong

The circle spins when the irrational has wings

Brings the evil smile of uncertainty and possibility of a divine swing

Uncertainty is the prostitute phantom sexuality

Makes the seductive case for belief in Divinity

As fear rises in reality, it’s the placebo called Heaven

Decide for mind or emotion, that’s the burden

The Officials

The Officials

Risking nothing, self-important directors of perversion

Corrupt everything, hatred for The People their self-preservation

Hold up their bibles, and scream attacks on their rivals

Hypocritically deny they design according to their idols

Leftist idol Alinsky, the man who sought individualism’s denial

Conservative idol Chambers, fighting to rescue all from collectivist trial

Dominating and undermining to propel sacrifice

Different sides of the same sacrificial coin, bringing demise

The acolytes championing causes, burnt earth rises

Decimation within the population, civilized style guises

Arrogance in power rising to the great leveler Hubris

Forgetting then regretting the words of Ozymandias

Logical folly is pretending that Aristotle was a dolly

In reality the Founder of Western civilization’s lolly

Deny true Liberty of life and ultimately perish from the strife

It’s let me be and go my way that decides for life

Our Metaphysical Arrogances

Our Metaphysical Arrogances

Divinity went from the mountains, to the heavens

Aristotle released us from metaphysical prisons

Belief is a wish on steroids

And religion has made men paranoids

The great alarm about infinity is that it’s for eternity

Consciousness the human awareness, cognition our identification

Loss is that human inevitability and it hangs above so we don’t look up

Cognitive dissonance is that illusionary permanence which we sup

Sin for all seasons is the refusal to reality

Pretending that what we want is a positive formality

But normative delusions never bring solutions

‘Tis humanity’s vanity getting in the way of resolutions

Stand upon reason the resolute absolute

It requires courage to do for then declared is my responsibility

Metaphysics will embrace you and the trade winds fair

Calmness and peace for the world if it’d dare

My Four Walls

My Four Walls

The four walls always follow, just as existence is hollow

Dark cloud of melancholy is always tagging and nagging

Darkens the sky suddenly, does the curse living in my mind

One second to the next explosive-like action in reaction to happy

The future, a bottle on the sink or a table somewhere to drink

Takes the pain that has no vein until I know the night’s been in vain

To understand means imagination and that’s a torturous machination

Anger at weakness but utter fury that driving it is strength

Don’t be confused, for human beings it’s neither strange nor unusual

I can be both at once; the antidote is to reach for a bottle, of gin or ink

Better still ink then gin, to stagger away when thought is naught

This nihilistic chess, is an artistic cess, always a price to pay

How easy is revealing my soul when identity is firm

I know who I am, just not why

Suffering has its own perverse pleasure, such as the moment pain sighs

But there are no releases as the four walls always follow