Natural Rebel

Natural Rebel

You know rebelliousness that non-conforming tread

Treads on the cracks and stomps on the bed

Bed of roses but never the flowers

Flowery declarations known as swear or curse

Marks to distinguish can’t bear vanilla bland

Bland is the conforming boring that steps in order

Order hates chaos so in fact detests life

Lives are messy and plans are defeated by emotions

Truths fly out from emotions and feelings are sacrosanct

Sacrosanct little fiefdoms given names

Names describe subjective views of hate and love

Love is mixed with lust and pride

Careful along that walk for regret and sorrow

Sorrow that in life there are no trial runs

Run for the second chance or third until you get to dance

Dance when you beat those who doubted

For Man and Woman

For Man and Woman

Never look in your eyes and think you’ve gone too far

Don’t stop yourself to desire at the sexual barre

It’s a chord with power and melodic resonation

Age forbidden is a convention constructed for inhibition

Hate those worthy and, there are many

Their minds in frustration bind, dead before they’re twenny

They’ll forever concern how they’re seen by others

Instead of making themselves free of others

It’s how you feel that makes for sexy

Right from your hair to your underwear

So what is worn expresses as much as skin

Contrived suppressive morality gives rise to chagrin

Push as far as you want to go or regret will steal the show

Try, for that refusal or slap in the face will make you glow

You’ll never wonder but know for sure

A bad reputation is others wishing they hadn’t been demure

Bridge To Thee

Bridge To Thee

Rescue me from this silence

Recuse myself from adjudicating this

I hear my voice

If I judge me, it’ll not be pretty

I’m imprisoned from within, the mind brake on

Desire to break free pushes but emotions deny

Punishment is loneliness and divinity stands idly by

My mind confounded by this conflict awry

Was I chosen to bear a burden?

Nothing to see when you look at me

As I watch and view taken for granted normalcy

They don’t realize unseen difficulty

And then those moments of optimism and energy

Declaration to self that next time I’ll jump, no missteps, and be free

Then it comes but I’m tied under my mind’s third degree

I’m screaming inside for a bridge to thee

Surreptitious Servitude

Surreptitious Servitude

Attack from the Left is to undermine individuality

Once out the womb a self-contained personality

That’s not a collectivist mentality

Look at yourself and know individual Identity

Sacrifice is not a kind clam that kisses

It snaps and scratches, a disguised scorpion of hisses

If love’s real then it’s the people your being feels

Your passions that rise the day regardless of depressions

Beware those that declare to deny your egoism

They seek to confuse and mix in the poison of egotism

Servitude doesn’t necessarily come at the point of a gun

It’s quiet and lethal using unearned guilt to get you done

I’m nobody’s keeper and my problems are mine

Get the difference between caring and being an imposing swine

Need is a sacrificial creed versus want, the blessing of angels

I think for myself, I deserve happiness and those are the virtue angles

Love is a Cowboy

Love is a Cowboy

Does love exist or is it merely a mist?

Does someone really care or it is familiarity’s twist?

Trapped between youth and old age fear

Skeptics abound let’s be clear

For once tied, then apart, will cut your heart and scar your soul

Evolution’s revenge to frustrate and bend

Break free from this hormonal hold and it will avenge

Conflict between desire and familiarity until your end

To first desire and then to love

Or have neither, and then hope for love

The prison of love without desire

A sentence, you’ve cursed yourself to live in frustration’s fire

Tied by the law of convention’s yoke

To stray then accused thru’ the biblical joke

To capture desire then love is not enough

Intellect is the lasso that corrals the lot

Again Until

Again Until

Search for the sweetness to fill the emptiness

It’s a cascade down into the abyss

Step over the edge deliberately taken

Willpower of no consequence, it’s broken

Mind knows and eyes see the surreal realness

Feels the embrace of phony happiness

I want to stop is a prayer of desperation

But divinity deafness is a well known reputation

Far down is the length of time

Now is the future so it’s on your forever dime

Always tomorrow is the comforting curse

Not knowing when it becomes today is shattering and terse

Nobody will save me; I’m the outcast without sanctuary

Then run this course until the bedrock is this allegory

The need to tell makes me human until

Perhaps tomorrow will see me happily dwell

Artistes Know

Artistes Know

Turn towards what fuels your passion

Time’s of no consequence for it ignites without relation

Cast aside inhibition and embrace any tribulation

Listen to your own mind and don’t make orthodoxy religion

Struggles that kiss with resentment towards perfection

Constant action until it’s your satisfaction

Always dissatisfaction instead of celebration

Never dereliction but you know the feeling of miscalculation

And time is named Joshua, the realm of the gods

Loneliness is found because you’re trying to beat the odds

The trial is always now, judged by the counting clock

Your relentless obedience the stock

One miss and there’s scant catching up, everything flying

Complete chaos yet, you find your mind timing

When did the zone appear for suddenly it’s calm and clear?

Rarefied atmosphere that you know your getting somewhere

Eternity Fear

Eternity Fear

Fight during life is the battle towards freedom

Liberty of the mind, sacrosanct but attacked by fiefdom

Indoctrinated at birth to accept submission

From then on it’s a damaged psyche trying to win reason

Tabula rasa is the rapidly passing tide

Superstition and belief seeking to take you for a ride

One face is caressing, soothing and assuring

The other side callous, grabbing and tearing

Where to then as you observe the reality of dollar and yen?

You see the phony and remember Holden’s cacophony

Driving thru’ his head and nervous breakdown dead ahead

His mind bereft and emotions acting instead

Illustrates the importance of being taught to thread

Thru’ the attacking clutches of intellectual poison ivy’s shed

When it makes you itch ‘til pain and bled

That’s when freedom’s win anoints your head

Rose Tinted Thorn

Rose Tinted Thorn

Don’t tread on the broken rose

Don’t walk on that shattered pose

Its love gone to repose that failed the test

Colors fading and stem strength degrading

Yet the thorn survives and become stronger

There’s no reason for this thrive any longer

But then, that’s what thorns do, it’s a reminder

In the middle alone and avoided, it’s the rejoinder

Where to now as it pricks naked feet?

The rose gone while the thorn stays, discreet

But felt and remembered because maybe it’s elite

It’s the lucky ones that feel and desire love’s sweet

Elixir of pain suffered by those that don’t love in vain

Chasing the true love they know that comes without a chain

They feel the torture of desire

They know time is unkind to love’s aspire

Second Chance Metric

Second Chance Metric

A pretty face and all you see is grace

A contradictory one and you moderate the pace

Flaws of pretty become cute and never petty

Flaws of contra are seen and your guard stands ready

All this leads to mistakes and ups the stake

For first impressions are lasting inhibitions

I am the collection of experiences and reservations

I am the wrecker of my relations because of my limitations

So contrarian ought to be my guardian angel

To make me jump when I’m reluctant to see all angles

Trigonometry, the mathematical study of love metrics

Specific vectors, the pathway for Saint Jude’s romantics

Do I regret the love I lost or be hopeful for the one to come?

That she may stay for more than a day and we’ll be a sum

I’m the foolish one as I look back on my scars

That I be the clever one and disregard the barrier that mars

The Terror Clings

The Terror Clings

Turmoil within is the mix of regret and error

No turning back and everywhere you look is an emotional abyss of terror

For the future is unknown and you can’t even atone

The reality of consequence, that makes you throw up alone

Stuck, is the thought in a situation unique

Look around at the world and your deeps sighs express bleak

On a cold February day when Saint Valentine shivers and tears

Fate sits and laughs as humanity forgets fears

Pretense that what’s now is permanence

Snug and happy with no doubt about

How human to reach for an optimistic out

Its love and sweetness, but the smiles disguise

For the terror clings when you relax or close your eyes

Awake suddenly and reality is your mind cries

Age and fear, no time is that cold regret

Realization for urgent action, take courage and get set!

Explanation Venusian

Explanation Venusian

Without you Virago pushing on is like pushing a ton

Reverberations, waves of sadness on and on

Your face has no form but it’d be as if I’d loved you for an eon

Am I Wednesday’s child or getting the best from last?

So much is revealed in pain, emotions that press and drain

Faith has gone and confidence is a shaky one

But optimism is a friendly soul and strength of mind has not gone

You must exist because my imagination is not in a bitter twist

Walk a lonesome path, no faerie dust in the dirt

Mistakes are to keep and, they hurt

Wonder about mortality for time gone is love locked out

Using in order that the sadness keeps out

But momentary resolution is not a solution

Remaining outside as lovers hands slap you in retribution

How dare you fail in love!

How dare they accuse when it’s the best you got

The Undeserving Blow

The Undeserving Blow

There’s no complete happiness for the kid rejected

Father figure’s supposed to be there to, for kid protected

But you know the feeling when father throws you out

You know how your mind is sent reeling and the entire world is doubt

The hit never recovered is from the absent one

There’s nobody to show or explain how the world can be won

You can’t see my scars that are different to most all

The ones from mistakes that hurt most from resultant inevitable falls

Do I hate, yes I do

Not especially specifically you

But all those that represent your identity thru’

Their voices, their attacks, their hits, maybe they sense I have no father to

So I learn and others like me determined

Some of us make it well, others of us underdetermined

You see, we don’t know what it’s like

We’ve never had anyone to teach us to ride a bike

Closure Aspect

Closure Aspect

Close the persistent wound that pesters

Constant reminder of life’s crevices

Try to ignore that which won’t withdraw

Mind weight that pressures emotions until they’re raw

Goddammit is the sound, you wonder if she’s actually around

Nothing can surround nagging for closure’s pound

Regret perhaps is the leveraging act

Doubt the joker that licks and slaps

Then take on the demon that won’t anon

For it’s in your mind entangled emotions that threaten

Sanity sometimes at quiet moments feels like it weighs a ton

Running away from your life a thought, but that’s never on

Positive one minute and fearful the next

Wondering how you slid into situation vex

You know it’s time to make the stand

To face yourself to shed the burden that’s burned your inner land

Sheriff Wyatt Trump

Sheriff Wyatt Trump

Dodge City is where the Leftists run

Where the law is for fun

They punch the lawman’s tumm

The judges are Liberal and assist the scum

Then the People got mad as they lost to the bad

Constitution burning, lit by Sheriff Obama the cad

So winds political time until justice is made blind

Invasion across the river of Texas and borders without lines

Time to choose anew and lights came on in the City of York the New

Clarion call for courage and winning grew

Along came Donald and upset the Establishment thru’ and thru’

Shooting from the hip with an eye that aims well, he flew

The name is Sheriff Trump now and you’ll always remember his thump

Crooks and liars, globalist fires chanting in circles in pitched arias

The fight joined, holy cows slaughtered and the gasps and screams distorted

Its time to cleanse and wash the lens to see the Constitution never again thwarted

Love’s Combatants

Love’s Combatants

Exquisite is the pain of those that life will disdain

Wretched domain is the curse of all night in vain

Suffering the cane of a mind locked in the brain

Sadness is then the constant rain

Restlessness, so no sleep and the turmoil churns

Curse of inadequate where dysfunction burns

Societal exiles stand on the fringes lit by neon and glares

Symptomatic of troubles and nobody cares

Don’t look for blame, which is always lame

Disaster of the small mind in a parochial chain

Don’t pity me for I will hate myself

Disaster of a tautology that sees goodness and whores as filth

Then belief is a thief for it encourages hope

Reality scorns and is a thorn for those trying to cope

So long to find nirvana

Before it becomes time for Valhalla

Confusion’s My Bitch

Confusion’s My Bitch

I shield myself from emotions of missing you

I am one of those that destroy relationships it’s true

It beats the hell out of me, what do I do?

One minute you’re here and the next you tell me we’re thru’

So I’m a little wild and don’t like a clingy vine

But shucks and all, only a child ought to need a constant line

I have an identity that declares individuality

I cannot be more than one and there is no such thing as duality

So I sigh and head on out at one o’clock at night

Loud music and loose girls are always right

That’s what you expect but I have self-respect

All I do is drink until I feel no sadness and then stagger back with that effect

So I don’t know what to do other than rock out some more

You knew who I was before you tried to control my core

I’m used to being on the broken side

It don’t bother me none even tho’ the pain is wide

The Seventh’s Stretch

The Seventh’s Stretch

In the pitch of night is when fantasy alights

We’re all equal when mind’s fire ignites

Emotions that flow sets desire half filled

If only the physical were that easily willed

How do you greet the imposters that Kipling posed?

It’s not the process that’s supposed

It’s the conclusion after all that illuminates your pose

Admiration is never for failure of face not showed

Then the thought of “am I the impossible”?

Neither success nor failure for my space is between the molecules

So it isn’t either or but how much is possible

This finest of line is the loneliest walk in time

Mind at a standstill is a lie or a joke

Gin-filled is the accurate truth but there’s still the yoke

Of desire unfulfilled because …. well, see above already told

This conversation demonstrates a story old yearning for bold

Before the Alarm

Before the Alarm

Night experience is an alternative variance

Reserves used, it’s an alternative dalliance

Walk on the cracks and under ladders

Love black cats and thirteen others

Shock the conventional and the moon and the sun

Look up and always see Mars, the moon of the unconvenshun

Excited by the cracks, slide against thighs

Of course size matters and those that say otherwise tell lies

Clocks tell time but don’t wake anyone up for life

Too many resist their desires to eat cake at midnite

Sleep until then to begin absorbing gin

Frustrations are for cowards so see the whatever-ine and dive in

Now it’s time to sleep because you’ve exhausted your keep

The world will turn and you’ll be out of kilter in deep

But there’ll be no falter because you don’t pray to that fearful altar

It’s not death, the nite just ends

Misfits, so laugh

Misfits, so laugh

I hear the wind blowing and my ears ringing

It’s silence because I know what’s missing

It’s that emotion and embrace of feeling

The sound of love, Friday child’s breathing

Still quiet it’s time when sadness and tears reign

That time of nite just past three when life can feel in vain

It’s when mistakes and lost loves are the cane

They strike with regret and there’s only pain

Restlessness into a sleepless nite is an evil rite

Bestowed by hidden demons that attack like any blight

‘Tis then that is seen loves that were or could have been kissed

‘Tis then when there’s no façade your soul turns against you and hisses, “missed!”

Who designs this troubled soul, happy and joyous but attached to sadness?

The void, the abyss where it lives because love is a constant miss

How scarred can a soul be that compassion becomes its key

Ironically it’s the lonely rejected misfit of eccentricity that loves so easily

The Forgiveness Damn

The Forgiveness Damn

We witness and ask forgiveness

When does justice begin or injustice win?

Perhaps most difficult is to forgive ourselves

But the right to forgive is a vital holiness

Forgiveness to be earned or deserved is the key

Received or given can wreck sanity

For worthiness is known deep within

Without justification it’s diminution thru’ inflation

Conflict between faith and reason

Turning the other cheek or declaring sin

Sackcloth and ashes, suffering flagellation

Or live with guilt anguished in servitude until saturation

Then comes the manifestation and confession

Do I forgive myself a transgression against me?

What if it’s imagined or I cannot, you see?

So this is called maturity?

Lunacy Takes

Lunacy Takes

Do you tell your mind to stop?!

Rush of lunacy and suddenly everywhere a cul de sac

As time moves the panic of everything to be done at once

There’s nothing to care and you’re left grappling on the ground

The fallacy of destiny combines with anger at the non-existent gods

Derangements are the tautologies from childhood sods

Which to choose, which to throw out

All clamor for attention to be the only one left with clout

See the joke of the adults and societal pretensions

Always sanity on the defense against illusions

Guilt that ugly looking demon is rarely genuine

Undeserved and bestowed from before Valhalla was heaven

Fighters we are for the Earth is our home not our friend

Constantly seeking to take back what it’s given

So lunacy is injected and the microbes laugh

No wonder aliens refrain from seeking our path

Oath

Oath

Self-destruction accomplishes not a thing

Behavior that punishes and has a sting

Surreal is the experience as you do

Unreal the expression with a clue

Why this human condition and mind negation?

Satisfaction is fleeting and immediately follows agitation

Regret is between the done and remorse

Yet all the oaths sworn to self come morning are tossed

Emotions drive despite reason’s reminder

Every step or action is a guilt ridden blunder

But all that counts is the feeling, casting all else asunder

Cries for help to prevent another lap find no listener

So the world closes in and forgiveness is a sin

Harsh self-reproach a step higher than a roach

Not worth it is known but there’s no escape once you’ve blown

I’ll stop this time is the moan as time moves towards the morn

The Door

The Door

Sexual fascination is the ruler of temptation

Attraction thru’ sedition, its tactical war of attrition

Erosion of, resistance which is a false goodness

Obedience to insistence of rules that demand subservience

So deprivation is spiritual starvation that suppresses mind stimulation

Success to the fearful that want your mind left at the door

The fearful minds are the control freaks of mankind that the irrational adore

The human within withdraws and left is the savage that was before

Not incidental but coincidental is the forceful more

Destruction of the human within sees reaction proportional thru’ to the core

If negated you’ll be castigated

Envy is frustration angrily celebrated

This is a fight for your mind against the soul

One for reason the other from belief

You feel exalted with the former while the latter is to suffer

Do you want to be free or frustration’s prisoner?

Sacrificial

Sacrificial

Nothing more eternal than loneliness on Love’s day

The disappearance of happiness in an instantaneous way

Seeing lovers delight and wondering how to get it right

Happiness is not your desert that night

Am I invisible that I cannot get it right?

So here I party, my mistakes making me a felon

My accuser my reflection

Eyes of sad anger resentment this side of suicide

Emotions without a home firing in desperation

Despair acute and there’s no salvation only deprivation

Belief or hope is an excuse that denies reality

Kissing and kidding you that it’s okay, infallibility

The destiny of Wednesday’s Child ordained

Nothing to reach out to just that walk in the rain

Rain is the burden of all love’s lost tears

The heaviness of broken hearts on Cupid’s alter tears

Driving Inevitably

Driving Inevitably

Oh sweet addictions of the nihilistic realm

Grant me prescriptions from Doctor Dream’s soul

Ruled from up high we try and fly

There’s no reason but to get high for we die

Bestowed from hell we descend into heaven

They look like angels but, see the horns of the demon

Chilled fear is the spear of reality in that nether sphere

Now caught in the struggle to break free into the clear

Deliberate confusion is this acceptance of a reality delusion

Where emotion and feeling is king in this irrational collusion

Known is the tragic logical conclusion

But human is the nearsightedness of instant gratification

Then peace is a dream for fear of the future rules

Celebrating that were ignominious fools

We can back away from the candy cloud highway

But there’s contradiction in our minds because weakness is the causeway

Quest Awry

Quest Awry

Valentine’s Day’s our praise to the lord, hallelujah hooray!

No matter what they say

Lord of love Cupid, with his arrows always on the way

No knowing where they’ll land and they make you cry that day

From happiness or sadness love is that madness

We lose touch with reality and emotion becomes finality

Valentine that saint is also chocolate’s praise

That soothing nectar which seduces into love’s laissez-faire phase

Cacao stupor lets you view everything as super

A flowing rosy glow from Cupid’s garden of posies

But alas, thorns from that red flower will scratch and muss

What would love be without that cuss?

But we push on for moments of passion

It’s Eldorado as well as Cupid’s mission

And that cherub is a demon babe

Shoots when he ought not and cares naught where it lands