For Seevee

For Seevee

A Hebrew queen with a flashing smile stayed awhile

Gentle and caring, so easily felt, her aura of sweet content

Quiet strength with a witty humor that whips when sent

Alas, today the clouds descend and mist is in my eyes

For she is gone to bring sunshine someplace else, she said “anon” and left

Who do y’all think about when royalty of emotion rules?

Flashing faces and names from vamps to heroines or fools?

I’m lucky for I can remember names aflame that inspire

Where’ll you run Sivan, of free spirit that enriches?

You’ll bring your serenity and fire with your beauty that bewitches

The world is a welcoming place but has thorns ready to shred

No matter how much they may scratch, be brave and never dread

Our characters are forged by allowing those we value to enter

It’s peculiar how often those who briefly touch have the effect of forever

But life is this rich experience and must be embraced without fear

Sivan is a brave one and jumped out of a plane, landing with a grin and no tear

Getting Thru’

Getting Thru’

Work your magic thru’ my stream

Elixir of resistance to my dark scream

It’s not the evil of Dr. Dream

Potion of the Inca’s called Kathy Caffeine

The plant of labor, labor of love, she’s always true

I rise to happy heights in a time of blue

Then there’s the color green which reigns supreme

Extract of wormwood anointed the queen

Known as absinthe, the sister of great repute

Struck out by mother Grundy for she’s a brute

Day in and out we must get thru’ in a happy light

Our own “trip the light fantastic” to delight

Who’s to say you, me or we are wrong?

How we construct any happiness is the most personal song

Pointed fingers and wicked tongues are the resentful sly

Rock to your beat with your sweet treat and you’ll fly

Morning Story

Morning Story

Black clouds is the fence of no defense

They keep in and not protect but move in offense

I’m surrounded by this sad embrace

Nothing to witness only the empty abyss

So once again to lift my soul I have to gird my bedrock

Love lost that wasn’t there at all for it was a show of mock

Seemingly endless is this tunnel of unwelcome sadness

Not helpless but everything condones this state of loneliness

Justice is an empty mist

Nothing seen or felt but a faerie tale to be kissed

Relying on hope which is hatred of self

Must tally my list on my bedrock, for confidence is the only elf

See time run and the panic as my elixir takes its time

This is real life for feel the inward friction, its no mime

I’ll not be lost to evil that takes

I’ll endure that mental turmoil until it breaks

Expression

Expression

High in the music is rebellion

Fight for the holiest of all, Individualism

Nothing more frightening to the authoritarian

For I can think for myself and deserve happiness’s stallion

Loud crashing expression is ear-splitting screaming

Channeled charging emotions loved by the atoms

For they are sound that lifts and love to be angered

Caned metal shrieking as it’s pleasure is to be tortured

Let your mind body as one flow into the endless cauldron

Only crashing sound is heard and felt as you fly in the molten

See the frightened eyes of the conventional lies

That one way is the only and happiness means being scalded by children

Deny that lie, for its making a part, the whole

One dimensional is the raising of disgusting frustration

Explode your mind and destroy the traditional and religion

Destruction of spiritual, humanism and the oracle

Headstand

Headstand

Pitiful world divided by primitive ails

Primarily the idea that there’s a bogeyman out there that rules

Watching, waiting, directing all and punishing the deceitful

Ha! If that were true corruption wouldn’t be the travail

Upside down world where protecting difference is all

Again primitive desires not left behind in the primordial

To live is the paramount purpose in this universe

Yet look how life is struck down by anger, coldness or choice

Of course, defend is a must and that’s always morally robust

It’s initiation of aggression that is the transgression, begins with lust

For power, control by dastardly irrational trolls

The free in Liberty are the just side of humanity’s atolls

To see the end of an evil idea whose time is come

To fight to end it before its natural life has gone

Stand UP One with the courage and fortitude to mix the moxie

For without that the critical mass will tip all into the abyss of tragedy

Hiding Is Failure

Hiding Is Failure

Was I subconsciously late because I knew you weren’t my mate?

This is a story of a state I should relate

There’s hypothesis, theory and then reality

The last is cast in the world of fact physically

Truth to you is talking to power

For you control who and what you are, there’s no liar

Are you told to succumb to fate and pretend its plumb?

Reject that as dumb and then reach for the rum

For you must continue to fight on, and party too

To find the one or two who’ll be true and not make you blue

Now is the time of importance for tomorrow takes care of itself

Love that image in the mirror and never be mean to yourself

Reach for the edge and take the step onto love’s ledge

You’ll never regret that risk even if it’s rejection’s sledge

For if down you slide, look back with pride

Get up once more and see the strength that you don’t hide

Eight Twenty Four

Eight Twenty Four

Born August high to wealth that was denied

This baby cried for it realized ‘twas Wednesday’s child

But loving arms and strong mind nurtured it’s nature

Given the freedom to be of good stature

Oh joyous freedom discovered passions that run deep

Set the tone with mind alone never to be lost or a sheep

Scarred by love, a curious mix of wariness and innocence

Yet determination that rue love is inevitable, its romantic sense

Mater was this baby’s savior despite rejection from pater

Taught the mind and to think was the most vital skating rink

Never brainwashed to believe in any irrational drink

Yet the world intervenes and fight to reason never ends

We remember the past and look to the present

The future is always now and we have dreams

Confidence rather than hope is the primary means

Miriam and Ayn are Wednesday’s child’s leans

Raven

Raven

Adrenalin high, body screaming like a magpie

Bending strings, sliding fingers, ears ready to die

Sound waves are a kiss of freedom

Essence of chaos, the theory of everything

Are you brave as freedom requires you, not to be fear’s knave?

Defying the authoritarians that seek to make your mind a slave?

Then express yourself to the extreme of offend

But delivering a message that pains only the authoritarians

Art illustrates the expression of emotions

Terrifies dictatorships, for it emboldens revolutions

What can be and what ought to be, it shatters mind prisons

The jailers refuse to light thru’ the prism

By our art, let’s destroy the evil dark

Set them free by senses that ignite

Nobody has the right to inculcate irrational blight

The vulnerable do NOT belong to anyone regardless of predicament or plight

Mode Adrenalin

Mode Adrenalin

And so it flows as it strengthens and powers

Adrenalin the drug that urges and frightens

Anticipation in the mind triggers that nervous climb

Attaching that sickening feeling thru’ the lines

Different levels are well known to the takers

Proportional to the energy and risk expended

So begins the adventure and well known the pacer

Body wants to stop but mind says push on you sop!

Deep steady breathing is that coach

Movement continues as if you’re a watch

Nothing is felt, only heard the metronome in your head

See all as competitors or items in another world

This detachment is attachment to your own immediate reality

The zone approaches, inside you’re stronger and quicker

Hear the sound within as time becomes Einstein

To the finish and you discover sweat and exhaustion

Swing

Swing

Reality is the sanctity of sanity

Connects with the great power physicality

Curious connection between humanity and belief

There’ those who need it and others who consider it a thief

Objectively, history is strewn with the acceptance of irrationality

Declarations that their divinity is the true pathway for infinity

Clashing mindsets that confuse mystic with metaphysic

United in fear, it’s eternity that’s the wellspring of this mental tic

So confusion clamors for the one who can see

Superstitious vision that absolves from decision, oh celebrated seer

It feels so good and altogether now, we have no fear

Don’t dare stop the music or swipe the punch bowl dear

Dance to the music, backs turned from the window

Shout hallelujah’s and move to the chanting, be freedom’s widow

Can’t hear the cry from the tortured kid

Pleas in vain still traveling thru’ time just before they destroyed one more Yid

No Contrition

No Contrition

Be gone coffee and alcohol guy rejecting the drug sly

Story that weed is the new conventional high

Made kewl by those with agendas to fly

Not an entry level at all they say, but a means to create to the sky

Come young one with self-esteem merely a dream

Take my hand and look into my eyes with their friendly gleam

You won’t see the other while it gently stabs you in the back

You won’t bleed or cry but smile and orgasm your mind in MY attack

Watch and wait to see them now trudge for their sludge-kins

Names that for them have become fashion brands ending with “ins”

Ritalin, Oxycontin, heroin and coca-ins

Tragedy from that malady of destruction, now all lost little virgins

Green’s the color that transfers death without discrimination

Death the ultimate logical conclusion of drug sanctification

Glamorization the sinful delivery by aesthetics of this Californication

Earned guilt the powerless justification for damnation

In The Wake

In The Wake

We direct our lives and then it seems destiny laughs

Hand on the tiller until it shakes and shirks

That momentary flinch which separates and divides

Regret, excuses, damnation and sighs

Regardless of whatever, the wreckage resides

Then in calm agitation the realization climbs

Deep down we know the direction was I

The momentary sight that decided on awry

Sight of the of the mind picture that accumulated parts into art

Art gallery in the mind that protects our hearts

The wake that pulls emotions of desire rejected

Raises doubt that confuses, after being ejected

The line overstepped was when I revealed my soul

To you it was invisible and I knew you were no diamond but coal

I have no heaviness from an albatross

I have some sadness, but most of all, no loss

On The Verge

On The Verge

When on the verge, control the demons

On the verge of mania and suicide beckons

That sickening feeling of pointlessness when everything disturbs

Nothing is then an elixir and you’re hitting all the curbs

Do I want a faerie story with ever after?

Even though my mind constantly reviles against that disaster

It’s the white robes and pretensions that there is a hereafter

Their relatives the Hegelian mystics that rape Liberty’s daughter

Emotions screeching and teeth grinding to shrieking

No clarity or sunshine but dratted humanity is sinking

Humanity not free because minds are in captivity

Do you see this lunacy that’s driving a solemn insanity?

With straight faces the declarations of chosen sexuality

No holds barred lies and bias by the media society

Reality is shunned and comfort food hides quick sand

One more step with no turning back and it’ll be the Black Hand

Sub’s Voice

Sub’s Voice

Tune into your subconscious and let it take your hand

It’s our protector and savior steeped in lessons learned

Sub’s voice is quiet but loud

Sub’s voice can be heard when we’re in the noisiest crowd

Alas, messages sent are frequently ignored

They’re remembered after the fact when you’ve been gored

But the other side keeps you safe from a threatening tide

It’s when you act according to that inkling regardless of the emotional side

Sub’s memory is magnificent and cherry picks the sweet

You’ll know you’ve been kissed when looking back your inward smile peeks

Okay, perhaps there is that inkling of regret

But really it’s wishful thinking, an imagination pet

Yet, comes the urging of our nature to raise doubt’s screaming

Despite what’s gone, time releases our dominant leaning

Forgive or forget is who we are, that’s discovered

Forgiveness the angel but forget leaves life scarred

The Degradation

The Degradation

Political correctness the Lucifer of Liberalism’s corrosion

Oh this massive irony that illuminates the leftist deception

Viciousness of their one thousand cuts that lacerates the Constitution

So the beaten down People become imprisoned by their mind reclusion

The logical conclusion to correctness’s delusion is free speech’s dissolution

Fear’s the ocean of emotion that rides the tide of collectivism’s illusion

For denial of reality begins with the present’s freedom finality

Then moves back as history is denied to whiteout what was reality

You MUST think Athena for your virginity of mind is the hated kind

You must lead and be sought as the brave teach their kids to never be mind blind

For individualism brings strength and fight, and the declaration “I deserve happiness forever”

Self-esteem is under attack as the collectivists shout “only together!”

Has civilization declined to where the bastion of Liberty hides from the light?

I still see Her lantern guiding to Manhattan with solemn delight

This is Lady Liberty that makes US special

‘Tis where the statist collectivists now deliver their non-denial denial

Mindset

Mindset

Racing into the corner or solo ripping strings

Focus is everything and awareness beyond sings

To reach that place is a lucky embrace

To enter at will is an acrobatic grace

Mind is your key that unlocks your body

Enter that zone and you’ll fly like nobody

This is the search for excellence, found

Perfection’s nemesis is this goodness profound

Frustration until the fringes of despair you’ll feel

Once reached, until return to the zone, is raw withdrawal

Utter hopelessness and nothingness will be your reward until

Stuck between life and time is the shrieking pall

This is the worthiness of life

Your justification for being born

To create your best without stopping even when you fall

Get up, pursue and you’ll find yourself to be an acrobat after all

Walk On Glass

Walk On Glass

Dark atmosphere envelops and the demon of nihilism develops

Wrecked souls is this parasite’s demonic domain

Our human frailty of clashing chemicals

Fear, the human anesthetic that lays out reason’s clear

I awake with this unfolding on my mind’s stage

Genesis once more each day, I know not whether I’ll fly or cry

I reject the panaceas of convention

I use my strength to deny the demon’s attention

I know my happiness flames that light the day

They burn magnesium bright and take me to play

But nothing is permanence declares the evolutionary message

Adapting to that acceptance is strength, the human courage

The war within is getting to stand alone

Where the agony of angst sacrifices none

Never seeking pity or sympathy but a heroic figure become

For in the end we have ourselves for eternity and that is our eternal legacy

Indomitable

Indomitable

The pendulum swings as I feel the touch to my arm

I took my eyes off you and you felt the loss of that charm

So we intersect and again you trigger what you want most

Forbidden is always a drug and it never hugs Emily Post

Nothing controls the center of desire

It jumps up, kicks and you’re on fire

I wonder about society’s depraved norms

Nothing frightens order like freedom’s storms

But, reality is consequence beyond emotion

Convention is dictated by culture and religion

Humanity has evolved but alas, society’s still stuck

Fear and its relative, unjust retribution, is an easily thrown puck

No dilemma is the easily made decision by the brave

When minds agree knowing the truth it’s never being a knave

For none can destroy the will of emotion’s delight

To never surrender and we kiss with our eyes at every sight

Pitons

Pitons

Looking back we can view who we were

Sometimes it makes for longing, at others I defer

Hierarchical is knowledge and I can build myself higher

Introspection and resolution the constructors for hire

Always the question how much era changes one

Adjustments to ideas that have taken once come

Realization is that grounded in rational premises secures

Allows me to see abstracts when the concrete obscures

But delicate balance is the dance for intelligence

In step but ready to overstep the era’s dalliance

For it’s easy to become swept up in the popularity contest

To lose sight of yourself and release your Mae West

We know the world is nearsighted and this is the danger

Color and mind of the beholder decides the estranger

Constant sorting of wreckage from conventional norms

Would that we learn wooden ships wreck in storms

Sweet Cake Combine

Sweet Cake Combine

You know the law of return so don’t sweat little ups or downs

You’ll feel the smack on your face but later the kiss

I learn from unexpected place lessons

The trick is to ride my emotions

We can learn from the past but its high risk to rely on that cast

Lessons in the abstract are my allies and shields

They destroy the noise that distracts and never yields

What I lose today, I’ll win tomorrow

I find what I love and then there’s the reality of action

Times when I wonder where’s the purpose for satisfaction

It teaches me the essence of persistence

Then like magic I reach my happiness of excellence

I discover that attitude is the battle won

All it takes is one sweet cake to make it all fun

That sweet comes from within my mind

Association, strength and self-esteem my combine

Sardonic Angst

Sardonic Angst

When memory triggers sweet remembrance

When memorial elicits salty vigilance

I was abandoned and met the colors of freedom

They came towards as bright gold, blue and lightning

No, this isn’t confusion but only after the smiles

For then comes blindness unable to see beyond

In the terror of personal night, fear does imagine

Time doesn’t move and sits in a hell of waiting

Then slowly those colors which destroys the fear

Movement of time resumes and looking back you know can be dear

Don’t you wonder what is Nature, that has put us here?

No chance or deliberate design, but then the drawback if it’s all empty sphere

How terribly sad if we’re all alone without

But then look at the madness that’s all about

Can it be that we’re one great irony?

The self-righteous that bring self-inflicted agony

Two Directions

Two Directions

Do I envy you or am I pleased with me?

Only two directions are the way things tend to be

How ironic and funny does it appear to me?

It’s always this side or that, and can’t be three

Confusion however is no illusion

When this or that is the offered solution

It’s then the impish gremlins send an idea or emotion

Usually it stems and slams as an allusion

So where to then is the dissatisfaction question?

I’d like it for a while but then revert to previous situation

Can’t work that way for this isn’t Camelot

Merlin’s a dream and his potions wouldn’t change a lot

Acceptance is inference and results in frustration

Its relation is anger and temper never solved by arbitration

I find the ground that allows me live

My passions raises love that allows me to fight and forgive