Weep For Us

Weep For Us

When humanity fails the angels of sublime weep

Weakness is easily jeered but inside we cry ourselves to sleep

Vulnerability the open target for the cruel

Themselves feeling the guilt as they inflict trial

The emotion which raises the hand or makes the tongue a whip

Humanness cringing inside as witness to evil grip

No thought about consequence

There’s nothing to stop the inflicting hurt sequence

Do we remember the emotion of attack?

A feeling that is an animal in a pack

Long past will guilt in the subconscious tap

But its too late and the mental punishment will constantly rap

The babies and bodies flung far and wide

Justice is a dream as seeking forgiveness is a pointless scream

This hell weaved around us by ourselves

No exit or turning back, we learn to endure the nails

New World Tears

New World Tears

I am Moses for I could not enter the Promised Land

Land of Liberty that destroyed Kings and dictating bands

Shining city on the hill it came to be known

For its light shone far and wide and the oppressed weren’t alone

Then came the time when mistakes entered the fray

Aristotle was slain as Plato began to rule the day

Constituted to heal the individual from malaise

Money became the morality where virtues were once raised

Shaky foundations are the new order of pay for play

Fear the emotion that hates and smites all in its way

Undermining Liberty and replacing it with Plato’s Republic

Utopia it’s vision but dystopia the promise and reality tyrannic

Yet despite, the flicker of light has always been the renewal ability

That when this great People have seen the abyss, they see reality

That the light of Washington Jefferson and Paine is Liberty’s nobility

And that once more the turn will be from like all others to exceptionality

Night Folk

Night Folk

You know you’re night folk when you love midnight’s date

Your intention is always early but somehow it happens late

Day is okay but the surge of delight is when the Earth turns round

The moon smiles and stars wink as the chic of dark abounds

Feel your energy turbocharged

Excitement is electricity in the air supercharged

Walking is tripping the light fantastic

For the music is excited ions that vibrates your sexual elastic

Walk the same streets by day and domination is business bustle

Yet night sees the sleek sashay and the folk that hustle

Ambience is in the restaurant as diners lounge in bistro stance

Outside the golden flow as smiles flicker with lustful glance

Late, too late when even alley cats are asleep along steamy grates

Police cruisers crawl as they scan the last to leave states

Staggering to a cab the bitter-enders see the flicker of day

Shuddering at that cold sight, its time for dreaming in the hay

Arise

Arise

Tragedy is the death of a free Nation and the sacrifice of its blood

Treasure has become a joke and debt is now a flood

Whose country is this where the few defend the many?

Politicians corrupt, seeing borders destroyed for a penny

Where did honor die that kneeling is now a dishonest cry?

Remember when to kneel was to pray and we all held hands each day?

Allegiance to whom when the brightest in the room see a dollar and swoon

Special interests and lobbyists commit damnation of the People each noon

Our heroes are whores and the real ones we abhor

We take for granted our Liberty and decry those that protect our sanctity

The smaller the life the less its worthiness

What kind of mind cesspool celebrates this sinfulness?

How far we have fallen, deaf to the tears of angels

Builders of our Nation viewed as scoundrels and demons

Like tar that clutches, fears of rising are the crutches

Arise upon The Constitution, our only solution

Collaboration

Collaboration

The illicit passions of fire

That denial leverages humanity like no other

Searing the mind and causing guilt to grind

Secrets are these that not even a whisper will you find

Glances in the dark at secret places are surprisingly stark

For senses are sharp when convention is a lark

Lips that greet and surreptitiously meet

Hands frantically search the other’s street

Denial by governing decree has never contained the free

Bodies can be broken but minds defy like nature’s tree

And those that submit to rules long ago writ

Suffer the frustration of an untouched clit

Where we are as a society is that of destroying Liberty

Rules that seek to shift the individual fascistically

We imagine we’re so free because of connection technology

In reality there’s a concentration of power monopoly

Dalliance

Dalliance

Nostalgia is that treat of sweet cherry jam

Constant flow that makes me happy but yearn

Essence of art is what can be and happily was

It’s always that harmony sunset when even the lions yawn

Kenya at the lake, Natalian summer sea

Atop the Empire State or before the WTC

Music is the vee 8’s or flat 12’s ringing out at Kyalami

Pictures and music, feelings and emotions, Saturday glee

Bitter sweet is undeniable reality

Nostalgia is flashes that rise until we realize finality

Cycle of happiness until the sadness

Switch back to the present to recover balance

Hear sighs that sound for love’s emotions gone

Faces and touches that evoke what was done

Longing for those moments when time was still

Names that cross my mind like Lilly on the hill

At The Mall

At The Mall

Universe lonely and cold, the ultimate visage

Dimensions abound, invisibility the mirage

For I see them and they look at me, perhaps a sight

But sight for them is like looking into a wood at night

Clash of noise deafens sanity

Reflections glancing and palpable vanity

Look into eyes that love as Narcissus

Smiting love like rope-a-dope Cassius

Stroll the halls and see the tease

Short or mini up to cheeks that please

Delights are legs and strides even struts

Sit and sip cappuccino like Ciro munching nuts

The mall began when humanity fought with swords

In the center of the Old City murals depict more than words

Main Street has always been the meeting place

Civilization raised when it’s a capitalist race

Roe Versus Roe

Roe Versus Roe

When the light goes on we sleep calmly in the water

We remember the warmth of the womb

The water washes away the flakes of life that slash

Rejuvenation is movement thru’ and reminds us of birth

Were we fortunate or blessed to see the world?

For while there’s the sublime, there’s also the crime

To me it’s so if I’m the baby born

To you it’s called choice and sends a shudder down my spine

But I’m one of the fortunate touched by the sublime

The first felt was a kiss and not the cold of steel and lime

That flash, the instant when life is first timed

Don’t look like much but its In the Beginning

Always the clash between life and individual

Mother’s body and child dependent is a ritual

Let the life live for there are many that would give

Reflection thru’ regret is a great curse without any forgive

Soon the Night

Soon the Night

When the war comes it’ll be during a quiet night

The reasons will be futile but egos will be the blight

Civilization’s burn when the Leftists once again turn

A step until the nuclear ignite and we’re all cinders in an urn

Look back at history and see the evil reason

It’s when humanity sees only collectivity and the individual is gone

Helpless are the People which is a mockery of democratic mores

Elections given over to factions ruled by money whores

They win thru’ levity and lies are their bullets

The guardians fractured and they ignore the bristling chariots

Stop this slide toward what we saw in the Great War

For that was the lesson that showed the future raw

Do you want your loves and values to live or die?

Why have the writers and editors decided not to try?

Before destruction comes degradation and erosion

The West is declining and soon the night

Pretty Pencils

Pretty Pencils

Pretty are the pencils quiet and still

Diverting attention from the tension mill

Yes it’s called news but yellow journalism kills

Journalists have taken political apparatchik pills

Pretty are the pencils quiet and still

Powerful media decide what you think and will

Trusting people thinking Cronkite and Pyle

Political echelons believe the regular folk have no guile

Blame them not for look at the minds and social rot

Superficiality is called reality and movies have no plot

Look back as the past warns ironically thru’ Hollywood’s thorns

There was a time and nobody yawned when movies honked the horns

Remember Citizen Kane and his declaration they’ll believe what I say

This is the media of today and Kane was the prophet with feet of clay

Pretty are the pencils quiet and still, it’s a truth gate

But thru’ that gate is the alternative media where truth has its state

Will Stupidity

Will Stupidity

Blue sky, sun shining, lazy clouds on a glorious spring day

On the ground the blood flies as the Angel of Death makes hay

Earth spins and moves as if it was yesterday

Back then, sublime had no time and life didn’t stray

Frustration was the future as when you’re young

There’s no end and years are numbers exciting as a favorite song

But reality has no morality for it only cares about gravity

The bullets will fly, bombs will burst and evil will be in full cry

See your home shatter and memories suddenly matter

For grandma has become dead and little sister later

See how the people pray and plead and promise

But still the sky sees no lightning fly and now the sun is a menace

Spring has died and hell has climbed

Clambered onto ground that once was kind

Now your face hits that place and the street scratches and burns

Humanity has once more seen fit to commit deathly turns

Beds Of Nails

Beds Of Nails

Hubris and hypocrisy oozes from democratic cracks

Double-standard the feed that nourishes attacks

Pressure within, the media fed din

Lies and deceit is the phony message of committed sin

Power awash with blood of the innocent in Benghazi

Shrieking voice with dagger eyes as She copies THAT Nazi

Tell the stories that are higher and wider than glory

Stupid Little People’ll believe anything as long as they’ve MickeyDee

One Warrior, the OTHER Dee, builds

Destroys the mirage that you deserve what others guild

Imperfection is the accusation from power on the Hill

All of them have the Janus addiction that’ll Lady Liberty kill

Who cares that the Nation is crying from invasion and destruction

Only You and Me can united decide the future of our jurisdiction

Stark is the decision between cowardice and courage

For Liberty and self-reliance or the shackles and subservience to entourage

Screwdriver

Screwdriver

Raising energy is the trigger

Flywheel of temper

Temperature raised as push gets stronger

Anger to hate is the morality reactor

Look around at the walking

Each step they take is annoying

Mind knows this is the irrational crawling

Nature’s way of protecting the seedling

Throwback or necessary strengthening

Fighting gravity which destroys everything

Life the moving is the constant

Will trip or propel in an instant

Ultimate calm is the inevitable

Reflections the self-judging residual

No drug like adrenalin

Price is the proportional down reaction

Goods

Goods

It stands to the side and hides

Requires a mind not blind to find

It has no favorites and scorns emotion

Only objective action raises its devotion

Known as good, it’s loyal to virtue

Stands alone, is brave and pure as dew

Unwavering is its eye because honesty is never shy

Integrity its firm ground upon which rests rely

Justice is its sense which burns like strong incense

Independence its freedom, the natural license

Pride is its character to never shirk or be an imposter

Beware the phony good where smiles and kindness mask a mobster

It may showers gifts and kisses but behind that veneer a sneer

With disguised grabbing hands that seek to engineer

Emotion is not the good, its rational unemotional acts

For from the mind comes kind reality and that is a pact with fact

Internet Imprisonment

Internet Imprisonment

So came forth Aristotle the diviner of Constitution

Born on the Fourth a Nation built by resolution on Constitution

A lesson to be learned where freedom and separation of powers burned

What is this betrayal of freedom that sees self spurned?

Self is the individual, Nation and country

My country ‘tis of thee are words writ, kept by all and sundry

Until, until … undermined by utopian ideas of equality

What explodes then drives the traitor to that idolatry?

Frequently the privileged or trusted are the poisoned turncoats

The rough renegades looked down upon, the rescuing antidotes

Misguided, brainwashed by educational custodians

Dislocated sense of justice results in dystopians

Wreckage all around and inflicted by power profound

First Amendment the first casualty by a deliberate pound

Now control over Domains is in the hands of Authoritarian Lands

Alas, the Cry For Freedom was only heard from Cruz of Texas, he STANDS!!!

War’s Negator

War’s Negator

The line between avenge and revenge

Cause and affect is the hinge

If anarchy invades society

There’s no innocent or guilty

Never lose focus of the smallest of all, we, individually

For he or she is you and me unequivocally

The second we can’t see that natural identity

Then the right to life is recognized dictatorially

Purity of arms rests in morality

Temper and wanton anger are fuels for irrationality

Self-control and cold calculation reside within rationality

For one day the enemy can become peacefully

Strength principally and physically is the arbitrator

Weak resolve leads to surrender and is the agitator

Fear is the poison that allows war and destroys Liberty

Only freedom without constraint rescues and is the negator

Sugar Cube

Sugar Cube

Woe is me, goes the self-pity

Oh shut up and stop being so melancholy

The voice of life always stuck in mind

Ebb and flow of human emotions no wonder there’re potions

Getting drunk on emotion requires only mind motion

That cerebral stage upon which all is played

Such deep characters which assert

Wondering is whether sanity is a cert

For imagination is a trickster and jester

Soothes, frightens, calms and then deadly doubt

Sort the social chaff that clutters with delight

The advising voices that buffet with might

In the end we haven’t moved a jot

But oh how the mental ructions have kicked butt

Break the silence and dance a foolish jig

No love? so go out, but mind yer ass doesn’t land in the brig

Behind The Glass

Behind The Glass

My tears are dry and nobody can see the cry

I’m Wednesday’s Child lost to even God’s eye

There’s only silence even when I call

It’s always square peg in a round hole

I don’t feel the lashes from life

My scars are toughened but destruction is rife

I was meant to be to write this poetry

Never possible if I was sane normally

Laughter comes easy because I don’t view cynically

Irony and the darkness of humor cajole me happily

I’m not easily embraced and have no idea when to

I want, I can’t and then emotions of regret make me blue

I have no vices for I was instilled as if a Jesuit

By whom you may ask and perhaps the best answer is my maker

For I find resistance easy but long for temptation

My mind brake is the fault line that enforces heartache

Gabriel’s Embrace

Gabriel’s Embrace

Music that touches your soul is communion

Heavy classical, deepest opera and heavy metal are that fold

Reaching with every sinew and emotion that you’ve nothing left to hold

Opens the floodgates of tears that is expression of emotion gold

The fortunate ones have been blessed with this angelic caressed kiss

Triggered by something unknown from happiness to hardships

We hear the scream of the tone direct from creation’s home

Feel the colors that make up the elixir zone

At the edges of all is the lightning touched by greatness

Where there’s no time but only arco, voice or shreds

As the atoms quiver, shudder and sing in quick orgasmic treads

The inner most sanctum of emotions happiness

Exclude the noise of life and seek out your flair

Channeling thru’ your mind happiness or despair

Express yourself to reach uniqueness

Creativity, the gift from Gabriel’s lair

Squeezed

Squeezed

The lessons we learn, the surprises that kiss

Kindness and patience are embraces that forgive when we miss

We’re the mysterious star dust that breathes

Wonderment of Nature with sublime achieves

Sweet natures and generous acts position us as Humanness

Yet there’s also the opposite that sees devastating wickedness

We truly have two sides, the ebb and flow of the Janus tide

Were it only so that there was a divinity who’d protect and hide

Mind, emotion, attitude are the three elements we key

Might be each day we get onto our metaphorical knees and plea

Guidance for good mind, emotions in synch and attitude that rises

Reality is irrational self-interest, greed clutched that demises

Consider each action without the arrogance of satisfaction

Never forget who we are, but humans with the same affection

Ultimately the reckoning as our strength wanes and we get old

See how we’ve lived principally, behold!