Cry To St Jude

Cry To St Jude

Abyss of the mind is a selective fiend

The world starkly desolate is seen

Now is pointless so the future is nothing

Rise of endless bleak the lonely imprisoning

Choices are made then turn and hit the wall

No returning to what was no recall

Tendency is to destruction, no not creative

That’s a fiction created to pacify, a palliative

Where to now in this endless abyss?

Can’t go back and can’t know what’s next

Treasure is a loving kiss

Alas, Wednesday’s child is the miss

Fear is the emotion of the damned

Never take that step but determine to safely land

Time again is on nobody’s side

Perhaps faith after all is the only place where you can hide

Covered

Covered

In the manger are secrets that sleep

Awaking in the dead of night they creep

Hidden point of orgasmic gratification

In the mind stored deep away from voyeuristic intrusion

If eyes could speak the world would blush

Not from embarrassment but exposition of rush

Kinks in the make-up the opinion from envy

Tormented voices twisted by inhibitions from Hades

Gathered in deliberate twilight when only allies alight

Cast shadows that secretly unite

Act out that which resides in the deep

Reaching heights that the gods hide and keep

Price paid is a determination made

Risk reward is the ultimate freedom grade

Subjective value quiets criticism

Seeing not thru’ a bland tunnel but Caligula’s prism

Short Circuit Mind

Short Circuit Mind

The other side of love is unforgiving

This lonely sojourn is destroying

Hades’ friction wheel grinds away

And love has left an emotional bill to pay

Summer’s just a memory

Callous season of teasing and treachery

Do you burn with vd?

You must be a descendent of Typhoid Mary or Bernie

Do I want to save the face in the mirror?

Momentary thought as I replace it with your face of horror

Revenge is your self-destructive behavior

Locked out is your mind, your savior

Perhaps it’s because I’m just like you

Destruction is so satisfying to do

So draw the line now never to cross

Rises the challenge and disgust is our loss

Eccentric Circles

Eccentric Circles

Who feels the emptiness of logical reality?

Any other is a delusional willful irrationality

How can you embrace belief when despair and sadness fills the scenery?

Humanity at conflict with itself and manifests insanity

There are those that skirt the circles of conformity

Unwittingly perhaps discovering the secret of blissfulness

Not insane but rationally inane

Oblivious to you as they tread life’s pathway in their own lane

Social norms flouted can raise a curious dust storm

The ‘tric however has never thought it to be their norm

This difficulty for others to fathom such a thing

Raises emotions that alarm bells ring

For whom do they ring, surely not those whimsical or viewed strange?

Normalcy like art is in your eye with lines drawn at bravery

For moral courage is the foundation of character

No repression the expression of what makes it matter

Times a Lock

Times a Lock

Time’s indeed the relative swine as told by dear Al Einstein

It moves at a silent stealthy speed inconvenient and asinine

It has no feeling and loves misery’s stealing

It knows there’s no power to send it reeling

Dilemma to humanity that tries to avoid calamity

Sometimes used to soothe the distressed emotionally

That morning rush when it’s just not enough

Afternoon work blues when it takes it’s time is rough

So we get that coffee or take a walk to see sexy Suzie

Then look at the clock and it’s barely moved to tock

Now we’re ticked and grumble it’s a croc

We really ought to focus on important locks

You see Ferdinand the Bull never knew time so he saw the roadside roses

Charles the kewlest dude never let it bother him regardless of mood

Stretch out the happy times through appreciating fine wine

Fill the mind with happy memories when time wasn’t on your mind

Praise Derangement

Praise Derangement

Who turns up for the session today?

Is it precision or the mess of self-derision?

Musicians that smite and raise delight

Mercurial is the blight of a blinking light

I know when it’s dark or bright

Guitar weighs mahogany and I have to fight

Or it’s a nurturing feather mother

And the muse angels bless me with their dust like a lover

In that glittering cloud there’s no thought, only sound

Fingers find their way and I’m just listening, no mind

Do you know the chocoholic, alcoholic or opium-love-olic?

In common surely is the caffeine that drives music too

For there’s no world outside when the rush is channeling you

Let it out at an urgent pace in explosive creative grace

Is this not prayer too, more exciting than daily half-faith mouthing?

Heresy be damned for that’s an idea of man, in creative pose we walk with GOD!

January 24

January 24

When your birthday comes along the son always shines

Your were up there on the stage when I was just a little ‘un

Mama, I’m proud to be your musical son

But you went too early or I was too late, so tears tear the fun

You taught me to be strong and that music was for everyone

You never pandered to my tears because you knew the damage that’d be done

Never stood in my way but supported me thru’

Today’s your birthday and you’ve long been gone

But you always stand with me ‘cause usually I’m one

I led you a merry dance, in my wild days I’d run

Rebelliousness understood by a mother that was a hun

Your wonderful tales and the newspaper stories, showed where this rebel came from

You taught me to think and decide my own mind

Regardless who said what, no matter how apparently profound

So they can take patriarchal society and shove it where the sun don’t shine

My Mama raised me far down South where the nickel is mined and the good ‘ole boys dine

Individualism’s Day

Individualism’s Day

Aristotle is waking, father of the West

Plato is shaking, progenitor of the collectivist

Rand is lighting up reason’s spear

Arise! – is the clarion call to capitalism’s cheer

Free World at the crossroads the Left wing has been hit

Great aim by the right wing defeating by wit

Sovereignty is the prize, individuality versus the group

Secure the border and support law and order

But the counter-cry from tyranny is to accuse Liberty of cruelty

With the politics of identity they seek to usurp individuality

The good is greater than the individual they sly

All they seek is power; never do they care about any other

Let The People work and ride the clean air of daily life risk

Government is not required to ensure life is admired

Let Liberty reign and see self-esteem and happiness gain

Nobody can stop the rain, but they pretend Life can be arranged

Liturgy Ancient

Liturgy Ancient

So just sit in silence and be one of the forgotten

You never realize how easy it’s to be abandoned

Not all are equipped to connect that easy

There’ those very comfortable within there own speakeasy

So then the music comes and kisses

The great poet named Morrison releases

With music The Doors in crescendo rising

Analyzing the world and treading without compromising

So we fly and sing because it takes life’s stings

From nowhere came this soul and gave away golden rings

Yet once again the façade of the artiste hid all

For the art never shows their conflict and sorrowful

The lonesome walk of no comforting criticism

Always on the edge of the precipice in a storm

Seeking confirmation that perfection was done

Pretending that whatever’s the result is the one

Elvira’s World

Elvira’s World

Spark of light you’ve made it thru’ the night

Flywheel is the sign of life alight

It starts to move and you picture your morn’ groove

Cold floor is your waker, warm body left behind

First thought is the grind of the welcoming kind

Java Joe’s always embracing and normality starts to show

So with focus now no longer a foe, the day’s there to win

Into routine, the god’s confidence trick sin

Makes you feel it’ll always be that way

But they’re jokers trying to entice into the hay

Drop your guard and the illusion is time to play

Time thieves that there’ll always be tomorrow and a day

You moan about the daily mundane yet miss it when it’s gone

There’s no time in reality to do what you love and get it done

So it’s a fight between, needing a magic trick or two

Requiring a witch’s spell to conjure up special glue

Zeroed Aim

Zeroed Aim

Trepidation is taking the step that shatters convention

It’s no choice but breaking out from inhibition

Self-perspective of what’s become a chain

Evolving thru’ your mind until it becomes urging emotion

Conglomeration of consequences become one

Courage rises by proportion and it must be done

Expanding as a person breaking constriction

The brimstones from hell become cold hail from disdain

So walk into the sunlight and know the resent

Risk is reaction that will be sent

Together these frighten the cowards and raise anger

Minds of those where thinking has been surrendered to dictator

But there will be reaction inside your temple

Foundations of heady confidence giving way to what’s real

‘Tis then you’ll find regret or contentment

Bravery can’t be worn like a shoe for entertainment

Swing High

Swing High

Optimism and confidence are the natural sublime

Powers forward wrecking doubt and usurping the inferior

It’s how you view, two dimensionally or three

Common sense challenges to always look properly

Not feelings or emotions as good as they can be

Mind is the guide that goads and sets free

It’s possible and probable that the inconsequential isn’t forgettable

Ignore that irritable and act on the necessary rational

Bacon, Newton and Einstein all figured out the sublime

Nature commanded, action reaction and time

All is movement and that’s life which has to rhyme

You go, you do, and you have to earn a dime

It moves so quick that it seems there’s a trick

And so there is as above in the first pick

When looking back its all clear and obvious

I’d rather not be envious just happily curious

Take a Walk

Take a Walk

You’re my irresistible secret that excites

Pretty eyes flashing and smile on brites

Nectar divine lithesome compact

Sweetness exudes as your matter of fact

Brave petite perpetual light

Aura of special essence delight

Beauty within is your nucleus fountain

Innocent sexiness flattens the mountain

Enter intelligence and it takes only an observation

Veritas is you for truth’s your constellation

And then you walk and compete in public

Unafraid of reality and inspiration your rubric

Your walk in life is individuality

Dare to be the difference is you quintessentially

You’re hot honey-roasted almonds on a chilled winters’ day

Generating happiness in your wake on display

Constantly

Constantly

I must challenge the world to satisfy my rebelliousness

Constantly seek the sight that will be a resounding slap

When you look at me I want you to feel frustrations

My satisfaction is reminding you of your inhibitions

Yet you and you or they are not personally

You’re immaterial in my quest which is ethereal

For I test myself as much as confront you mentally

It’s my strong uncertainty that screams constantly

Do I have to regress to find my mind?

Constant search to discover why I’m THIS kind

Constantly fight within to break out and touch normalcy

But do I, for I witness that and hold back absolutely

I’m secretly not one side or the other

I relish not being offended by decadence or conservative bother

But the fire within is to stir and break

I embrace the personal extreme to be passively in your face

Say God Bless

Say God Bless

I cover and hide because I’m different outside

I’m not slender sleek or magnificent to speak

Neither brilliant nor ebullient but definitely not meek

My weakness so to say is having many sweet teeth

It makes me happy and I usually dance alone thru’ the day

But they bite my back and self-image becomes grey

I can’t reach out for the loud laughter will shout

I can feel the snickering as I walk about

Look me in the eye and see the ugly image

It’s your callous face that judges me to be garbage

The world grants your power but that’ll never make you right

I’m hurt but stronger despite my feelings having no light

What can I do to get away from you?

The bullies and bitches rule immorally because all this is a zoo

So I’m dead inside and might as well be without

Once more someone different will walk into the permanent night

Heroic Essence

Heroic Essence

[for Miriam, Gene, Jody, James and Ayn]

Childhood heroes ignite the rest of your life

Sets subconscious determination combating dissonance

For heroic is not subjective but an objective presence

Virtues and courage, bravery and rebelliousness

The breaking of rules that dictate and holy cows that lactate

See, dictate destroys freedom and holy is an unquestionable state

Heroic skates on the edge of rational with risk the understood deviate

Few or alone will want to take that step which can cause attacking debate

It’s looking back with absolute happiness that decides this trait

Nostalgia a factor but the future only the pertinent mate

Future is now and doing what you want to somehow

Having that goal and working towards it even if it’s as slow as a dhow

Ne’er mind if it offends, those are the ones that can’t understand

Thru’ valleys and peaks you’ll find superficial doubt and momentary euphoria

It’s never to do what’s fashionable or be popular

Those are for the second hander and the follower

Roller-no-Coaster

Roller-no-Coaster

There’s nothing to say when emotions fall

It’s down with you and there’s nobody to call

So it all becomes still and everything seems a pall

It comes from nowhere and you stall

That mood of all’s no good

Can’t think, for included is an intellectual funk

Mind is encased in a lead trunk

Decision’s look at you strange and wonder if you’re deranged

See how cracked pot you are, talking to that mirror?

A side or horror show in your own sanitarium in a dither

Turn around and knock that milk bottle onto the ground

Coordination runs aground and now you’re your own clown

Reach for the lifting elixir that saves you from strife

No judgment or critique if it fixes your life

Waves and patterns come along stirring and waking

They won’t stay for long but get you shake rattle and rolling

Towards The Edge

Towards The Edge

Look at what they’ve done, or is it us?

We allowed them to usurp using power over us

You say politics is boring, then don’t cry when they’re warring

Power is the evil that relies on scapegoats

Have we become where comfort and ease is supreme?

We allow the few from us to endure what would make us scream

Now we are the weakness from afar

We left the door ajar and come in are the ones that want to burn the stars

Look at Aristotle on his knees, his writings in flames

Lady Liberty, that French dame, looks over at us in shame

Yet we have managed to protect her light

It’s flickering but the corner we turned has been from left to right

So once again renewal is our theme

An old one that’s always young and is a constant meme

Unique and exceptional for individual Liberty

But each time it becomes harder and the enemy have concrete agility

Abstract Irritation

Abstract Irritation

Does fate decree about you and me, then laughs at the disharmony?

We wish, pray and intone for what we yearn, ardently

We must see and witness to ourselves reality, truthfully

What a price we pay for indulging tomfoolery

Visceral beings, conflicts with the gods

Of man, those irascible contradicting sods

We constantly seek our muse to light our fuse

The muses sit on high and view us with bemusement

Now this was a silly thought for we know logic neutralizes magic

But all this contradiction is humanity’s real situation, pedagogic

There’s no answer why just those remnants before logic

We didn’t know that e=mc squared and that one day we’d fly

Alas resistance to this day is cognitive dissonance

The dance of willful obstinate ignorance

That we can pretend and play is evidence

That we ascend with logic is intelligence

Decadent Dessert

Decadent Dessert

Party when the light’s down, nobody to see or frown

Like-minded inhibition-free, the roving bodies are we

See the sexual twinning or three

Kisses flow and hands below

Gin and vodka, free the weed

Waist pulled down sexually slanted raises the greed

Fingers roving all minds agreed

Orgasmic feeling is the creed

Outside doesn’t exist, her world of hormonal mist

Seeking the rigidity filled with testosterone is a must

She plays in public to the rhythmic thrust

Married, involved or not this is Ladies Night at the club of lust

Atmospheric. aromatic, always remembered and desired

They came as virgins but left as sturgeon

Happy are they who crash societal norm

To Rebel is sweet and cool as an air conditioned room in hell

Evil Reflections

Evil Reflections

We can’t run or hide from mental connectivity

Synapse’ll ensure relapse, transmitting activity

Neurons curse with inevitability

Your civil war with self named neurosis, that thug ability

Grand wizard to the party is the chain of psychosis

Disturbances never to delight, lets daylight onto madness

Whack my mind until it becomes kind

Self-inflicted wounds that bleed even if we bind

Scars here, they’re there, reminding if we stare

For that’s called reflecting and it’s an evil dare

We’re animal and mineral; see the carbon copy-like zombies

Called humans which is a bastard mix, just look at the contradictions

Logical conclusions cracked from reason, we arrive at genocide

How small are the unborn destroyed by mater, we celebrate that ‘cide

Premises must be true or we’ll arrive in jack boots with butcher’s knives

There’re no contradictions just the death of thinking, peasant knaves

Crisis Cliff

Crisis Cliff

Does crisis creep up or descend upon?

Mental instability is frowned upon

Cockroaches run when lit upon

Society runs and says “anon”

We always wait until it’s too late

Slight shift in mind state

Insanity has no embarrassment

Derangement is a noticeable fate

Do you hear the tick or notice that tic?

The tap is nervousness or obsessive pique

Fragile is the psyche and beyond physique it’s peak

Along comes the crisis and it cracks you into freak

Regret is without any safety net

You’re on track and then you miss the step

Just beyond control you’re aware of the depth

But how long this time before you can reverse this psyche catastrophe?

Reaching

Reaching

When you reach, you become one

The push to the constantly leading aesthetic edge

It’s emotions to the extreme driven by life

They drive you inside and manifest out

No surprise there’s a reach for absinthe, LSD or other

Loneliness, heartache or romantic wreckage is your lover

The road to reach is a drug itself, a mutha

It’s excellence and there’s no end and no cover

Singer, song writer, poet, musician – susceptible

One, both or mix of all, leverages – incorrigible

It’s a frightening feeling when you reach into your being

You’re a conduit of doing and your fingers are in the surreal realm doing

But there’s no magic in this heated kiln

You know the hours spent forming, fighting frustration’s kin

Reaching to get to where it can begin

Not reaching is an artistic sin

Angry Blood

Angry Blood

Exploding happiness is the sound of death screams

Innocent, a word that no longer means anything it seems

Technology advances but life’s value becomes less

How’d we become such a morality mess?

There’s a point to cry tears, but nothing’s more useless

Pretence is that there’s justice but it’s all imaginative

Once a life’s gone or damage has been done, it’s relative

Nothing can make anything return to the status quo ante

The blood from lives unfulfilled seeks revenge

That’s just and satisfaction is a must

Those that mourn have nothing but remembrance

It does due to celebrate the loved one’s life and, that’s humanness

Managing sorrow is a soul in pain and torment

Find solace in faith or reason’s firmament

You’ve entered the cursed environment

Forever an empty space which once was ebullient

Deep Revelation

Deep Revelation

The orphan cries for there’s always something in his eye

The sight perhaps of love long lost and a loving sigh

The rejected soul is somewhat an orphan too behold

A father never known and never there to defend from young or old

So witness this little boy untrusting of another boy or man

Friendship so simple to most, is shirked, there’s only mom or nan

There’s the tumble of relationships as he leaves youth behind

The rise of a mind brake that wrecks his outreach for love in his mind

Trauma to overcome his silence of never daring to tell

Emotional pain and suffering is that slip he knows so well

Yet at times the courage to reach for love appears, it doesn’t seem sublime

It’s all the phobias and fears in the world wrapped up into one line

Extreme is the domain and strong passions lay claim

Strength is his bedrock from a mother like no other

He knows just one love is all he wants, but oh such a rarity

For it must be a reciprocated magnetism that drives her toward his polarity

This Is The Place?

This Is The Place?

Is it important to belong or really only expedient?

Do you stay where you belong or move to some place exotic?

Virtues are those that stand independently

Country and its culture decide the mentality

Inculcated with virtue and rejection of nationality as identity?

Y’see the group isn’t important and neither is diversity

It ought to be incidental regardless of occidental or oriental

Yet, so long after discovery of the logical it’s become more fundamental

Where to fit in is the vexing question

Willing to fit is a personal decision

The existence of borders protected is a rational action

Living within a Western civilization is Liberty’s conclusion

There’re those who embrace because for them no matter the place

Then others determine that where they are is their place

Another sees themselves as independent and make their own place

One more is the perennial individual and they’re always ex-pat out of place