A Cupid Conundrum

A Cupid Conundrum

When will my queen arrive?

When will I one day look around and see her smile?

When will the day come and she’ll embrace me?

For I’m love’s outcast, where loneliness and sadness relax

Is alone the natural stance?

The destructive lava is the flow of romance?

Perhaps its only the sexual that counts

For Nature has no need beyond that account

Did it evolve from fear, the need to be near?

How long should we call each other, “dear”?

For look around and see the broken happiness that abounds

Societal confusion from the order of norms

Reality has no emotion and we know our yearns

Destined to find the one, second or another that makes us

There are those that stop at one and seem, well mostly, to have fun

I’d like is a place in the romantic sun

Fighting Thru’

Fighting Thru’

The straight-edge scratch seems so much

Away from that stimulant feel

Withdrawal’s a depressive panic verging on manic

Nothing I do makes me feel whole or true

I watch enviously all the calm faces

I wonder if any are on the ledge of hysteria gulch

Modern pressures squeeze like pressure cookers

Each one reaches for the ooze that makes nerves snooze

The feel being on the edge of your skin

Wanting to stay and run

Restlessness and the denial, you’re on the edge of scream

What is this human make-up that throws us into the extreme?

So breathe deeply and evenly while the world shakes

No need for that false warmth that actually hates

Being free can’t come without the phoenix rendition

And self-betrayal is utter dereliction

Flat Earth

Flat Earth

Minority of humanity learns that war is futility

Destruction and death is not rationality

Initiation of force begins with intention and declaration

Threatening that horror and terror will be visited until desolation

Justice is on the side of the defender

It’s also not always those that don’t start the fire

But neither wins in terms of blood and treasure

Only the free nation is the defender in all measure

Alas, ‘tis the aggressor ruled by dictator that arm the easier

The defender, always the free, frequently encounters political decree

Elected by the free, the risk is politicians that can’t foresee

Recognizing reality and being a statesman guarantees Liberty

But in what state of threat must the free endure?

To live, work and play while pressured by evil just a border away

Farther afield there’re always lunatics that foam

Religion or ideology driving their diabolical mania home

Referee

Referee

Tell me what I can read, scribe or draw makes you the authoritarian whore

Those afraid and weak, without a confident core

If you tell me “no”, I’ll defy with a freedom cry

My intention is push to the nth degree of honesty

Don’t decry that as grounds for penalty

Be courageous and free in the law - cerebral utility

For governing’s supposed to be about protecting rights

Taking sides and championing causes is dictatorial blight

Liberty’s not intervention that raises the socialist light

That’s a flame which burns freedom and destroys people’s minds

Let me be free to struggle and win through, winning rounds

Cherry picking and protectionist licking weakens our very ground

I’ll be angered at you and, see the chaffing from chains fester

Mistrust and control is coal for friction’s reactionary blister

The pain will rise until hope for cool is beyond the horizon

That’s when it’ll all burst and bloody-minded will be the end zone

The Soothing

The Soothing

In bitter mood just for the hell of it

Satanic smiles as anger soothes

Hate the world even the innocent weak

Now I have a headache and it’ll raise a perilous mood

I’m itching to be in full cry

The pressure increases to insanity’s cloud

Turn my head and the throb reaches my neck

Goddamn torture delivered by a demonic courier from heck

And then I smile as my darkness shines

My inner shining that seethes

But to destroy anger is the blessing of sanity

Expressing emotions the relief valve within reality

Do I wage war with myself, human emotions that drive?

The great millstone of temper, an evolutionary survive

Expression of, is the separation between thug minds and enlightened

Holy grail of society is the individual’s contained

Cauldron

Cauldron

The artiste burn, wages war at every turn

Creation is heaven reached but the next is always the yearn

Extreme emotions felt and character become

Danger when one can’t exit in time or too soon, so undone

When it flows it’s magic’s tow and discovery follows

But when there’s silence, the lonely fear stalks

From extreme on high, to uncertainty’s depths

Understand the fragility, it stands behind constantly delivering destructibility

No call is heard for guiltless mercy and, justice is in tears

For we know that suffering alone is the cost of cheers

Yet even when nobody reads or hears, reward is existence

But therein is artiste reality where elixirs of unreality and psychedelics are substance

Art and sex the intertwined union

One without the other is bland as a dead human

They’re the life spark that energizes the future

But the intensity wrecks, wreaks havoc and so many are too soon gone

High Wire Heat

High Wire Heat

I love you I hate you I want to smell and taste you

I want to bathe in the sweat between your legs

I want your sex on my face, mine between your buttocks

Lithesome, sexual ass cheeks drive me wild in urgent desire

But you’re the impossible igniting my fire

When arousal takes control then passion burns with power

Movement in the shadows of writhing emotion

To feel as one until passionate exhaustion

When I awake in frustration you’re my midnite caller

I feel you’re presence and the wet is all over

Inevitable fountains are the peaks of domination

Sexual treasure that mosaic of acute stink erotic pleasure

Human art is that moment when nothing else exists

There’s no time but that orgasmic tryst

Let me finish you so that you’ll never desire another

Then reality returns and the glow is spurned, for danger ….

Listening

Listening

When karma beckons don’t be afraid for it’s all a charade

It’s equal opposite reaction that’s the real shroud

Mistakes I’ve made are seen starkly in this dark

Listening to hear that it’s the road to hell

So my mind bounces forward and back while wrestling this tack

Thinking of faces and my reactions to places

If I jump toward that future where I know uncertainties wait

Or do nothing upon expectation that there will be happiness unseen late

Is this my fear manifesting into some phobia right here?

For I’ve been on that road to hell where emptiness reigns

To think it’s determination to get it right

Consternation that right is amorphous and reality is what I can get at night

Sleeplessness rules and tomorrow is already here

There’s no comfort when decisions warn like Paul Revere

So toss and turn as the clock moves relentlessly

Indecision is a curse, self-inflicted desperately

Deny Then Rebel!!!

Deny Then Rebel!!!

Stand against religion that declares women are less than

Reject the superstition that this is an order from heaven

Equality in every way frightens the control freak brethren

Wear whatever you want and if it offends there’s the Second Amend

Obedience, that evil which sees you as a servant

Submission, the evil that cracks your mind into peasant

To think for you is Liberty not limited

Embrace reason the only absolute there is

Religion and force are sides of the same evil

There’s no pretense their aim is control at every level

Fear and eternity are the tools of the demonic

Invasion of mind the most evil and makes it catatonic

Enemies are not race or country but ideologic or theologic

Deny the mystics for they claim revelation and intend religious law edict

Rebel against laws, uncover and reveal naked beauty

Drink until drunk and take whoever agrees to your want

At Midnight

At Midnight

From the child watched as it sleeps

Memories and thoughts triggered for keeps

Look back thru’ life with light and no filter

Stark things stand out, of wishes at a kilter

Of mater or pater, perhaps recent or later

They rise and surprise as a lover or hater

Embrace and disgrace are equal tensions

Depends whether one’s guilty or has pretensions

It’s natural when reflections involve begetters

Realizations dawn they were regretters or betters

Yearnings that either or both knew who you are

What you do or what you’ve done so far

The view is stark at midnight when reflections have no light

It’s all concentrated into one with edges and cracks in sight

Cry for a minute or three like regret momentarily over a broken tree

Smile for a similar while, then forget and be free

Unshackle

Unshackle

Let courage not fail you when freedom avails

Gaze at the wreckage of humanity’s fails

Deliberate betrayal thru’ surrender to irrationalism

Logical conclusions of religion and collectivism

Is this the proud inheritance to the children of this world?

When unearned guilt is assuaged and sense degraded?

Legacy of division and suspicion

Resultant intolerant action against opposition

For religion and, the evil of socialism, have unquenchable sexual-like desires for power

Sacrifice and the devaluation of life are their political mania

The former hold their flag oppressing women, the latter hate the individual

Release the minds of their children and unshackle from the hammer and sickle

Freedom of the mind is true Liberty nothing can chain

It frightens and defeats the irrational gangs of Cain

The Individual is the only One reality hugs

Decry the Group, it’s an illusion for thugs

Stand Fast

Stand Fast

The clouds are moving in, so I wonder what my sin is.

No faith to lean on so endure must be from within

Triggers of evil have slammed me onto the anvil

Emotions in distress at this permanent address

Reach for another but there is no other

Make for the happy machine and out may pour the codeine or caffeine

So a little chuckle after an emotional knuckle

It’s one or the other I now suckle

Lift-off from the sad pad that frustrates like mad

I’m thinking adrenaline sounds good even tho’ it makes me mad

Bad mood, anger makes me curse like a bitch

Let yourself live by not withdrawing or holding it in, creating mental din

Added bonus is when eye candy sashay’s by

Adjusts emotions to desire and I never ask why

This is living a moment, an hour, a day in life

It’s time to get back, so let’s go ROCK OUT!!!

Identity’s Soul

Identity’s Soul

Identity screams “ME” but we’re not free until we can love “I”

Who are you, who d’you see in the first light in the mirror looking into those eyes?

Do you count your blessings or bemoan life’s lessons?

Does fear grip first or immediately you feel happiness?

Identity’s intrinsically you, your mind, and your right to your life infinitely

Slave to nobody, person or divinity

“I” human has natural rights, which is frequently forgotten

Color creed, regardless of gender gotten

Love contains all the values that makes you, you

Choose the virtues to build on the right to your life, it’s the glue

From here the move begins to self-esteem

No self-sacrifice and never let it be upon others your scheme

So look into the mirror and witness “I” of honesty, independence, justice and pride

You remember the past but it’s neither anchor, drag nor road to ride

The new day is your phoenix rise

Sweep away the ashes and claim that prize

Flight Ninety-Three

Flight Ninety-Three

Emotions so high, ready are tears to fly

But no tears arrive, only sad emotion with angry sighs

That Fall day became fallen prey

Evil swept thru’ with bravery alone to defend the day

A field now in Pennsylvania is burial ground where those heroes stay

A quiet memorial that marks what they did that September day

Religious evil tried to crash into the Capitol, the citadel of Liberty

Americans decided Masada rather than fate’s death in slavery

How calm and quiet it is now in that field

Black and charcoal stone are like pictures from old

Engraved names tell who the heroes were that day when they won for America

Tended by park rangers with reverence and love, let us and all those that fight for Liberty, remember

Each year those families gather and feel the presence of their loved ones gone forever

It is sacred ground now, where they all lay together

It has the essence of a battle ground, where American patriots fought those from the horde

One day the war will be one, but we will always tell of that morning when the  thirty-three fought and died

New Hampshire

New Hampshire

September clear, no clouds in Our sky

Stars and stripes back turned, crescent moon rise in full cry

Champions so tall, gleaming so proud

Flashes in the morning was death out of its shroud

Anger and justice became shock and awe

It moved from the Khyber to the Hanging Gardens of yore

Devastation, miscalculation and complete reconfiguration

Once more Barbary War was a conflagration

There can’t be accommodation with the heirs of Qtub

Divinity cults worshipping death is the irrational cube

Rational action requires justice shatter that structure

So long after has seen weakness and political stricture

There’s no choice but to “Live Free or Die”

Cry now for there’ll be no time when the “Bells Toll for Thee”

Look at the children playing so happily

There’s a cost to be America, let go the Brave and the Free

Us

Us

We choose our nature but don’t confuse it with Nature

Tabula rasa at birth, human species must learn how to future

To think is first, but HOW only quenches THAT thirst

Raised by reason or set aflame through emotionalist burst

This decides whether we live civilly or drag our mind knuckles

Intrusion of metaphysical confusions, are ferocious barnacles

Reality versus man’s will’s a line that must be navigated

Train your nature to ally with Nature so a successful future is propagated

Devil’s the declaration that you’re a sinner right after dawning

No wonder the baby cries before its even yawning

Given a brain that must be trained, how dare anyone declare “Sinner!” be damned

So unearned guilt of crimes ne’er commit, see the line each time as People wrench and regret

Ad nauseum a clamor for mind over emotion for feelings entrap and destroy

We’re built to discern, not to yearn and, to make decisions like a viceroy

Next time tears well up, tell emotion I’m not your toy

I’ll do and commit to the way I was meant to!

Denial

Denial

Misery’s a happy state for whom sacrifice is not blight

Unearned guilt a blessing, without which they don’t feel right

Human pleasure’s a curse that must be reversed

They’ll resent you for not caring about their deranged daring

The universe is governed by reason, which they view as subversive

For they reject the mind as a place where evil traverses

It’s the place which constantly bothers them like a berserk fink

It urges to think, but all they see is the Kool-Aid drink

Hypocrites aplenty in their universe where Ptolemy rules

Their fellow man’s a sacrificial lamb unless He follows and drools

They worship death for earth is merely a sojourn

Women viewed as useful mares for the purpose to breed and serve upon

Theocracy’s their ideal, no different to socialist zeal

For outcome’s identical, to the point of maniacal

‘See regardless of how its played, for divinity or Man

Liberty denied or freedom taken is the same sanitarium

Wretched Elation

Wretched Elation

Ballerina, the physical manifestation of art

An entire body shows her being within out

Sensuous groove, an infinity cycle

Only the true imbue this sublimity, a divinity would smile

Few witness the persistent work called dedication

Whether dance, guitar, violin or written

But like the guitar man, just gotta play

The high zone is where life’s meaning stays

It’s all a resonating energy that streams thru’

The tears of emotion are the highest praise from you

Juxtaposing the anger and frustration when it’s all askew

Payment by the artiste is time and the autistic-like focus dime

Is this unleashed or unlocked by a power unknown?

Some when they’re born and others when desperately forlorn

Held gently as by St Jude are heights and depths flown

Nothing supernatural, but the universe, your and mine

Forbidden

Forbidden

Dead authority from a time when metaphysics had no rhyme

Minds where reason would have been the ultimate crime

So bow down to the imagined authority where obedience is priority

Divinity moved from the mountains to the planets, then the stars and beyond that fraternity

The great defeat was when Man learned to read

For now the reason of Aristotle would become freed

The evil to think and scale reality’s objective summit

Everyman is an island when it comes to deciding whether to think or submit

Betrayal was from within humanity

Fear rose up and superstition took on personality

The ultimate bogeyman of infinity in hell

The estimate of punishment if you were a spiritual ne’er-do-well

Theist and humanist decried the individual for selfishness

For divinity and collectivity was surely greater than individuality?

Both sides of the same coin they fought to power and the result; catastrophe

The rational mind the scapegoat of irrational power’s empty

Goddammit!

Goddammit!

When destiny diverts you from your beaten track

Don’t put life under attack, enjoy and don’t look back

Routine is there to make everything look pristine

We think we walk on water, but that’s only if your name is Christine

The way never taken looks foreboding and foreign

The real brake is that comfort zone to be ridden

The unknown’ll reveal treasures within you

Your bravery will rise up and vehemently surprise too

Difficulty is there to dissuade from discovering life’s secrets

For passions once mastered will bring the high of the rationally intrepid

But remember too stupidity, that’ll at times capture and hit

Emotional blood will spill and the wound will torment

Being strong is carrying the weight of mistakes that destroyed some songs

Move on and shake that false toxic emotion given the name “regret”

The immediate minute is the future and it’s a sexy thong

So run with me to never mind the past but don’t forget the absinthe and grass

Creation

Creation

Nothing better than when the creative juices flow

Words tumble forth and the music is your own glow

Together a high of magnificence that you fly

Baring of mind and emotions, it’s honesty that you could stare divinity in the eye

What combines at any creative point to raise this beauty?

Humanness is the inflection point where the divide becomes sublime or profanity

The inward eye that sees all allowed to be free

To be unafraid to witness religion or philosophy and dissect in Liberty

Happiness in that rarefied atmosphere

If only the fight could be a permanent hemisphere

But Newton knew and told us reality

You’ll come crashing down so hold on to yer ass m’dear!

That’s the balance of strength within humor

But not easy for it too ends with tears, its stupor

So the great and small reach for the absinthe

Some the potion or needle and thermodynamics asserts its tithe

Embrace

Embrace

Shifting world when you are standing alone

Nothing is solid and emotions of sick terror hold on

Mortality is the screaming time clock in your mind

Rising pointlessness is the nihilistic swine

Clamor is for the smiling surrender

Warmth of Dr Dream or demonic suicide joker

Join the Durban Poison or opioid stream

Reality is merely recognition, so why not dream?

Never told are the nightmares, eyes of evil stares

Pain of nowhere because it clutches to your soul and dares

Challenge me and defeat me or I will take your cares

Your loves will be shred and cold nothingness your bed

White hot anger is the realization in your face

Looking in that mirror while the withdrawal shakes

Embrace yourself in this world of give and take

Life is movement and never succumb to the fake

Rise Of Trash

Rise Of Trash

Used to be when quality was best

From ideas to accents there was that quest

Slowly did the quagmire of egalitarian creep

Now the mud has sloshed into the elite

First the attack on the individualist stands

Then came the derision of all that moved the sands

Pretense now is that collectivism is everyone’s hands

Sacrifice of virtue is burning in all Lands

Honesty is jeered as weakness and lying is cheered

Sacrifice is taught while independence is called anti-social and smeared

Integrity is belittled and corruption is honored

Justice is surrendered while trickery is rendered

Ethics has become what can be convinced

Politics is now who will pay the prince

Guard your greed and rather be the outsider

For when reality accedes, it will destroy the usurper

Osmosis

Osmosis

Moment of occurrence is the split second of definitively

Unexpected changes as intentions become ash infinitely

Consequences of instantaneous shifts is survival’s scarring

Look to the side and see your shadow moving

No warning of the impending for you control

But it’s surreal for you’re viewing your roll

Until that exploding moment of flash!

Turned over will be the idea that you decide the clash

Terms of life are never negotiated

They’re reactionary and obediently adapted

It’s called maturity but beware its lined ruefully

To make gold when lead’s easy, is the mental alchemy

How far does stupidity or impatience take you?

As with temper it’s a countdown until the devil gets its due

Recriminations within you make for misery

Better kiss you and determine to strive for victory

Always The Abyss

Always The Abyss

Butterfly wings flapping to wasp wings buzzing

Calmness and smoothness turned into terrifying turbulence

Extremes from one end to another will find shivers then shudders

Bravery and cautiousness, the difference is who are the others?

Running then jumping is split second timing

A sudden halt could be whacking one’s head on a signpost boarding

Life continuous links in a chain

Life, a new set of acts, each period a stage

Questions of cause and effect that shape and shuffle

Chaos the definite reaction to initiated action

But first comes thought which is hopefully taught

Think and look before the jump, wasn’t declared by a chump

After effects is regret or triumph

Reflect on what was before and perhaps the picture’ll be how stupid or lucky

The positive view may seem to be searching and at times difficult

Train the mind to generate the positive and it might help thru’ a dislocation fault