These Hands

These Hands

See the fine cracks where traces of oil stubbornly sign

Hands that fight with metal parts that must align

Life blood of our modern chariots is th’oil

Time to change and these hands will do th’toil

Now walkin’ down the street you might look askew

At these hands unmanicured and lookin’ anythin’ but new

You might refrain from high fivin’ me

But know that they keep you drivin’ free

Tough men’s task is sweatin’ in the humidity

Heat high and unforgivin’ with engines runnin’ with alacrity

Water’s cool regardless if you’re man, engine or mule

You gotta be unafraid when it comes time to work with fuel

Brakes squeak, grind and cry enough

Wheel’s gotta be untied and taken off

Once again these hands will rescue your steer

Make everythin’ good and you’ll once again drive with cheer

Being Jacob

Being Jacob

Contrition while an admission is rescue from perdition

A bargain done, with self that was undone

For none start out intending to be the desolate one

So you reach the point of being Jacob, wrestling with destiny’s ton

Time to turn and shift towards your crying out identity

Are we stronger for this tussle which shakes and rustles?

Once again that human search for guarantee

But in reality I know there’s nothing that smiles like uncertainty

It taunts from its perch of self-righteous sanctity

So what is strength discovered along this pathway of thorns?

The ability to endure and live without any rewarding horns?

As I write this I endure the poet’s world of falling

Qualms, apprehension all signaling damnation calling

Emotions flow back and forth clashing with angel and devil

What’s the point at times like this, nihilism’s evil

To satisfy who you are and live not being slammed by shame on life’s anvil

Con-Science

Con-Science

All’s fair in love and war chortles the advantage whore

Ne’er mind morality sins when it’s onside for wins

But wait for the screaming reaction rising as dawn becomes dusk realization

Quickly forgotten is all’s fair and now the stand’s an indignant flare

Side of right’s never necessarily with might

An independent ethic, it can turn victory into pyrrhic

Always the initiator of force is the aggressor

Always the defender is the bastion of the liberator

But what happens when clarity becomes murky in freedom’s political entity?

Is it still all fair despite there being no aggressor to despair?

Winning at any cost reaches the line of principle

Pushing an ethos into excruciating pathos

Oh the often described conscience of no science but emotion

Conflicts with savvy that mind nanny who accepts no nonsense

Decision time cares nothing for feelings

Only important is that the mind takes precedent

Jackboot Slipper

Jackboot Slipper

Rejection of reality is the sin of political hierarchy

Apparatchiks are willing to carry out the malarkey

But worst of all are politicos that hate the future

Willing to dissolve and kill borders and culture

Leftist survival depends on division and the People suicidal

For Utopia’s an opioid state that requires belief in the irrational

To destroy the Nation and fracture individualism admit the unassimilable

Conspiring globalists upon a theme so old, that of control

Cherry pick appealing capitalist aspects as part of the dirty trick ‘em

Ridicule the patriots and undermine those who won’t sic ‘em

Y’see for the Left, cheap labor and the masses is the reality of Marx’s sick

You’re not an individual but part of a means-to-an-end collective tick

Exceptional be damned and pretend reality of innocent blood is a sham

The Leftists are onside with dhimmitude and the new hegira to return

To Andalusia and revenge for Vienna that September 11 1683

Jackboot slippers worn once again by the Left, their swastika and now crescent moon

Derangement

Derangement

Save us from the lunatic known as the perfectionist

You see their anguished faces as they butter then pierce the toast

Their minds all shattered, neutrons in civil war

Good is not enough as it clashes with their deranged order of the drawer

Oh the pleasurable urge that I get, to ruffle and disturb

Just to witness in joyful glee their faces perturbed

Nature too resents their mental splurge

For it sets them up to frequently fail as their efforts emerge

Perfectionists love the square because it pins within

Their allied affliction is the penchant for control, that sin

Want to see them jump, then shout: Control Freakazoid!

They’ll remember their dominant father and begin a cleaning chore

Poor perfectionists with their unearned guilt of idleness

I observe them with derision and enjoy even more my thoughtlessness

Forever will they be dissatisfied with the world

Alas for them it’s not what is, but always what ought to be

My Lament

My Lament

I cry inside for “my country ‘tis of thee”

Allows me to be free, “sweet Land of Liberty”

The first sight the Lantern of The Lady

How great is my soul‘s pain as I see us destroy our identity

These tears that burn my face each time the bullets and tear gas

Brothers of different colors and mothers

What evil has rent our clothes and forced us into sackcloth?

Turning against each other and betraying King of the Cloth

We’re all Americans but allowed invaders to shatter us

Did we not learn from The South and Lincoln’s words in the aftermath?

Blood comes from hate and We have determined that fate

Our time has no Bobby Kennedy to gather us before it’s too late

Yet we MUST NOT forget America’s exceptionality

Not as in serendipity or arrogant belief in irrationality

But the ability to renew and rise like no other civilization all gone

The gift within Individual Liberty that we gave to humanity

Win Whup, two-three

Win Whup, two-three

Let your thoughts run and think about what’s been lost or won

Decisions made with thought or emotion lift or weigh a ton

Consequences within reality reside in satisfaction or regret

The calculated risk or impulse of a chance taken bet

Then those feelings of triumph or loss that linger

The first terrifies and latter pummels forever

For triumph’s curse is sweet but a demanding elf

Drives uncertainty beneath your feet and shouts, WHAT IF!?

You see repeating winning has no guarantee

Loss is always screaming look at ME!

It’s the courageous that win by knocking their fear on the chin

Embrace that essence to triumph – then it’ll become your grin

What ABOUT chance, the son of serendipity and deliberate, that seeks to whup yer ass?

Well, you must be wily then and know when to push or pass

It’s known as life and can kiss or slap your face

Chance is the joker while risk is the ace

In The Clear

In The Clear

Thunderous applause will greet candidates left and right

Choose me for yours and the future’ll soon be bright

But listen carefully, beyond the promises to soothe

Take and seek the leader that has a proven reality groove

For reality isn’t a wish list of smokey declarations

The true candidate of the future relegates magicians

Which one offers free lunches with abandon?

They’re the sorcerer that’s made the Land barren

Sometimes the choices are different sides of the same coins

Manipulating for the same result, special interest champions

But then the line is crossed to trample on red, white and blue

The great leveler named Hubris rises to bruise black and blue

Out of the political dust will step the one to be true

Not based on hope and optimism, those imposters easily seen thru’

A leader will emerge inspiring confidence with reality from the truth

Connecting to the Constitution that built and protected with reason the route

Idol

Idol

The burn to get that for what we yearn

Frustration and pain or as smooth as a glass pane

Regardless of reality, objectivity flails before subjectivity

For size of the reality is relative to desirability

What’re you prepared to sacrifice to win that golden disk?

Price’s the blood of reward, but no certainty its betrayal named risk

There’s a fine line between winning and destruction

To create tears not your own is no reflection of the action

Reaction to success or not is definitely in the eye of the taker

Expectation beyond capability is destiny’s smirking mind undertaker

So prepare for non-failure but guard against non-success

Inevitability is a false premise, predicting the future self-inflicted animus

Rudyard Kipling’s “If” still remains the golden guide

Taught when a kid will be a lifelong gift

Never allow emotions to replace reasoned action

Ironically, frequently it’s going against your desire that knights you higher

Never Submit

Never Submit

Divinity rises and the deranged masses praise

Sanctity of life disrespected as the Kool-Aid compulsive rave

On the side stands Liberty no longer brave

But the trained stand willing to enter and destroy the irrational cave

Leaders in name only declare that reality is a slave

Denying the enemy’s identity is not recognizing reality’s knave

This sin against the rational mind is the drug of mortality

The evil ethic of suicide and altruistic sacrifice

So listen to the Statesman and deny the politician

For it’s the Statesman that’s attacked and the politician clapped

Why goes the cry, for the Statesman states lies

It’s because the Statesman’s the futurist, the politician obfuscates and sighs

Don’t define the enemy according only to your eyes

Reflect upon his beliefs and realize borders now don’t deny

It’s essential to defend and this begins with inward conviction

Fight to win that individual Liberty lives and government follows Constitution

Kid versus Id

Kid versus Id

When the desire evaporates for what lit the fire

Did I see it in your eyes or were you always for hire?

The kisses and caresses were a means to devour

Now the human touch makes me sad because I know I’m an outlier

Wednesday’s Kid knows better than the Id

Constantly fights against that heavy emotionalist lid

For casualty of causality is the Kid’s normality

Cerebrality the pathway to his happiness, conflicting with the mercenary

Then blaming is irrelevant for responsibility resides intellectually

Wednesday’s Kid seeks happiness longevity

What was, in reality, was superficial brevity

So suffer sanctity in a world that stumbles deliberately viscerally

No surrender, for toughness and endurance is kid side

Truth’s always the light that endures, not needing life’s rising tide

Triumph we see now is mind, not emotionalist weakness

But there’s also no certainty, for to win is mental deftness

What, Why the …?!

What, Why the …?!

Thinking is god because it decides your life

Yet it’s not automatic but requires taught logic

Eureka screamed Archie when he discovered displacement

Ari just smiled and the Lyceum shook with laughter to the rafters

It’s easy to enter mind slumber and change chortling channels

Reach for the peanuts, pizza or pretzels

Don’t stress yourself or you might strain those sloth muscles

Sure, there’s place for recreation and sleeping energizes your corpuscles

But life’s not a kisser and gravity holds you down

It requires intellectual gymnastics that’ll make you grunt and frown

But why care is the popular refrain with the chocolate wrapper rustling in disdain

The answer is that Liberty is fragile and the politically deranged love the non-thinking non-agile

See what happens when thinking is abandoned to the emotionalist scum

It’s race, gender, power and gerrymandering that replaces the intellectual sun

From this comes the ideology that powers assassination and devours civilization

Politicians that trigger blood spilled into the streets and wreck individualism into socialism

Only

Only

The slide around the cracks is powered by life’s smacks

No emotion inflow so the way you feel is those tracks

Unknowns to be solved if only they were rationally bound

But mathematics isn’t the language of the emotion moribund

Sit and think or probably yearn if only the world wasn’t dead

But you exist in the cracks and too often feel hanging by a thread

To reach out but to where for no one’s there

Desperation is an emotion of perpetual motion and you’re getting nowhere

If only you were one of them to whom the way is smooth and leaven

Their lives are a succession of steps into privilege heaven

Love is a word that raises your contempt

For you’ve been there, done that and discovered the mercenary intent

If only you could forsake the skepticism or cynicism

For the hits and misses are scars from fate’s mission

So you dwell on that and may be resigned to fate’s fact

But refusal to be fate’s sacrificial is your strength and light to break thru’ happiness’ gate

Temple of Base

Temple of Base

Freedom’s squires built tall spires where Liberty laid foundations

It became the beacon of freedom where truth and justice had celebrations

Alas, Liberty’s inheritors have entered the Temple of Base without trace

In their place see special interests with justice displaced

So now there’re only sad faces and fears

Known that rejecting Lady Justice will bring jeers

The guilty only smile, but their eyes are red coals

For they escape jail because of their connections to Hell’s holes

This isn’t governance and worse than the Divine Right of Kings

It’s corruption that’s bribed and cajoled, escaping media stings

Media morality for truth has been drowned by Liberal relativism and prostituted ratings

Do we The People deserve a Caligula and ultimate altruist killings?

The pinprick of democratic rhetoric is convincing us to make the tick

Selecting who’ll be the one to lead and direct the pathway is the political trick

So self-reflect on the future you desire through the ethics you admire

The Constitution to uphold with individual Liberty the standard of honor

Yoni’s Band

Yoni’s Band [Jul 6 1976]

The avenging angels were flesh and blood

They came silently and deftly in a flood

For once again the demons had risen

But this time the innocent weren’t going to be ashes in prison

There are times when risking who you are is your reason for being

Doing nothing would question why you’re living

All it takes for evil to win is for the good to do nothing

Beware the intellectuals of your day for their betraying

Celebrate bravery that jumps into the fire powered by courage

They’re the most rational as they’ve determined to fight for their values

But values must be sublime and based on life’s value line

Or it’s evil seeking the good’s decline

Yoni Netanyahu led his band of rescuing wings

Never to see the shores of Israel again

He didn’t fall but answered the call of his People

He ensured they’d never be slaves or slaughtered again, but free and invincible

The Suicidal Steps

The Suicidal Steps

Emotion is not Nature’s feature

Pushes that only the winner will survive

So adapt or die shouts evolution’s crier

Along comes humanity the apparent outlier

Nature reacts by enforcing to be commanded, She must be obeyed

But humanity has vanity and the arrogance of irrationality

Turning on Nature humanity frequently attacks itself by denying rationality

Raising emotion is one evolution but descending to emotionalism is finality

The contest is consistently run

Fear driving loathing to declare who has won

Not fear that disobeying Nature will trip and demolish

But not elevating the irrational and trying to defeat the other will

Nature always wins regardless what policy tries to sway

Equal actions and opposite reactions with consequences always on the way

Metaphysics is claimed by the mystics, psycho-kinetics, but only loves logic

Turn however one might, it’s the vectors of reason that’ll always strike

The Fraying Rope

The Fraying Rope

Oh the irony and rebuke by the metaphysical

For justice is not moral punishment but consequential

Logical and rational are the Janus-like twins of reality

The lessons not learned are the inevitable repetition of history

Western civilization is the baby of Aristotle and the Judeo-Christian

That separation of religion and politics began the climb to modern

Yet it was never reached and clinging to irrational allowed capitalism’s breach

Since the idealist peak, when the 19^th century was surging to reach

So look around and see how we’ve fallen profound

Irony, the return of colonization through weak conviction

They come from the regions and are legion, but it’s in reversal!

They attack as before which saw the US Marines and the US Navy born and build the arsenal

It’s gone beyond time to act and rescue the Lyceum

For without Aristotle’s fathoming there’d be no vestibule to freedom

Time to act, vanquish the Left and destroy the Middle Eastern hordes of death

Raise the flag where reason is civilization’s shield and reality the sword, unsheathed

Hallel Yaffa

Hallel Yaffa

The air is empty and nothingness is despair

Emotions of sadness that rent your soul beyond repair

Try to think of answers but there’s only silence

It’s called death of an innocent and there can never be justice

So gather ourselves and look at the reality

Blood stained floor where evil is now realty

To seek retribution is defense for Liberty’s revolution

That an Israeli child can sleep without the threat of destruction

Cowardice is the color of the terrorists

For they seek sacrifice and worship death’s visit’s

It’s the weak that seek dominance, submission and obedience

Surrender of the Self is the most evil of life’s dissidence

Gather the defenders to destroy the preachers of death

Diabolical demons that persuade and twist followers of Chandra’s bequest

But those led are willing, for their teachings instruct intolerance and slavery

Those of Liberty must never relent, but go deliver the just penalty