Time Fleas

Time Fleas

Thinking time anachronistic is a mistake

Reflections at midnight come upon one like a closing gate

For its rare the future is considered, but usually the past

Years jumble into one and cherry picking remembering eliminates the zest

Time is relative but proportionality dictates I do declare

When you’re young the years seem to be long

You’re getting on when they move quicker than you can run

Too much imagining’s the curse, no wonder people reach for a bong

Some think they make their own time by defying the clock

But sleep deprivation is not a crock

So party on and rather get wrecked

You won’t care whether its noon or ‘night, too heck!

Contrarians are night creatures in the dark happiest

Morning is when awake rather than sun up

The call of caffeine makes one feel human and serene

This being me, the stand of free

Lunacy’s Kitchen

Lunacy’s Kitchen

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies”

A sentence so true but you know human nature like I do

Inquisition or supposition is tactics of the curious

Their focus become the furious

Then there’re the critics filled with caustic

Usually they decry the concentric because they’re simply centric

Don’t forget the hyperboles for they’re full of parables flying parabolas

They preach and point forgetting they have no anoint

And on the other side of perpendicular discover hyperbolas

What a shock for that common stock

On to perfectionists, they become hysterics

You’re for the good but to them it’s merely wood

They fiddle and grapple until its all rubble

Then scream and holler it’s the fault of the rabble

Human personalities exhibiting frailties

Obsessive mindsets that require reset

Hidden Wars

Hidden Wars

Beaten down and will power is gone

In this universe I’m a world of one

Emptiness pervades and my energy wanes

I’m standing on my bedrock with incessant emotional pain

Time moves relatively and I see people smile

Everything from happiness surrounds in torment like a rasping file

I’m punished but see distant lights

Pretty faces give me hope; I lurch from moment to moment

Now I rise to fight to get back up

Heart racing and lungs heaving, fighting not to trip

But I’m calm within this chaos

Order is not a straight line ethos

Strength within, I watch my thoughts go by

Once again I’m thru’ this fever of lies

But happiness remains outside of my circle

It’s going to take a miracle

Revelation or Implosion

Revelation or Implosion

Do I hold on or do I fly?

Full gray sullen sky

Everyday I sigh

Emotions that make me laugh or cry

Tenuous is happiness or the other way around

The conflict in my mind

Love has run aground and I’m hell bound

Right now the destructive elixir is mine

Angels hate me or I’m Satan’s kin

Intention to devastate me so allow any sin

Wreckage of relationships is strewn about me

I live in my wrecked rut with the neon sign flashing FALLEN ANGEL D!

God has abandoned me and with this thought I betray my principles

So I’ve sinned before heaven and hell rejects me too

I step on the cracks as a matter of fact

Never forget I’m Wednesday’s child born to regret

Two Minds

Two Minds

Observe mentality without vitality

Is this relative to large or tiny country?

Most likely something connected culturally

Abstract versus concrete, a disconnect intellectually

Never expect common sense despite intelligence

Rules by numbers dictating what to do

See those stymied on how to get thru’

Collectivism versus individualism; lies fighting what’s true

For group think dumbs down to mind sink

Individual thought that declares “my thought” is no fink

Bravery’s to be contrary providing it’s not ornery

Or you’ll be considered a critter and be consigned to the periphery

Reasoning agility and seeing the abstract in concrete

Rejecting the “common good” for the rationally premised instead

These lines distinguish vinegar from fine wine

These ways demolish the collectivist Jericho wall

The Morrison Call

The Morrison Call

Emptiness in your soul is the cruelest of all

The urge to fill never suffers recall

For you don’t get a vote in this curse upon your soul

Innermost sanctity unprotected from the torturer of humanity

Speculate as to the identity of your Marquis de Sade

Your mind, the devil, your ex or a god

Doesn’t make the difference, you still end up in exquisite anguished sufferance

The fight begins and you never know if you’ll win

Graveyards filled with tombstones of the brave, rich or talented

With agonies or vices in extreme above the average dead

To reach those heights requires touching depths

Involuntary, but once put there, your road is infinity until eternity

The decision must be made as you inflict once more

The invisible power that pounds your door

Resist or be taken, the good so difficult and evil so succulent

But you know it’s the difference of death sooner versus later

Bell Curve Bop

Bell Curve Bop

Alarm bells ring figuratively speaking

For they’re in my head and guard against mistaking

Is she a witch or some other itch?

Whichever way the twitch it saves my rear ditch

Yet you know or suspect there’s a debit

Life teaches that we live on the bell curve and no doubt

So that which saves me is the same that can hurt

So slip up on the bell curve side and slide down into the dirt

Emotions that drive are in my reflections that praise or chide

Never ending shiny side that doesn’t allow me to hide

The gravity of this bell ebbs and flows, sometimes I’m weightless, oh how bizarre

Sometimes I’m crowded and it’s an overwhelming noisy bazaar

Yet this is my protection and has saved more than scarred

Yet desire still collides with outcomes and with regret I’m tarred

So I live with the abyss to my left and right

I trust my bedrock is in that mist; it’s called life, learn to dance the twist

Appropriate for Lent

Appropriate for Lent

Perceptions are the destructive primitives

The illusion that pretends to know reality

Decisions steeped in imagination and self-deception

To be right or wrong is hit or miss, a mental shenanigan

Sufferance is always the powerful remembrance

The coincidental good time rock and roll is a time relative dalliance

The most destructive are mistakes in the realm of love

Or perhaps it’s lust that shatters and turns your soul into dust

What might’ve or what you thought had

No logical progression but emotional conclusion

Bringing heartache to fruition

Self-damnation the curse from illusion

Nothing after is fate’s cruelest laughter

Leaves the soul to marinate in the sauce of regret

Lessons learnt have a strident effect

Next time, decide that logical reality is the saint

The Unblessed

The Unblessed

Head in my hands I am the damned

Between the molecules I walk beside you

But that’s my curse for it hides me

I look at you but you see right thru’

A human like nothingness and nobody’s thought

Can torture and faith destruction be any more wrought?

I‘m one where everywhere I turn there’s two

Happiness around, I’m the absorber of their sadness

Not self-destruction but a flower using power

I didn’t ask for this role and wonder

Crisis of faith, am I like Job or merely an outlier?

How much more strength do I possess until I shatter?

I do matter and I’ve anger but no bitterness

For all it takes is a kiss to feel or smile to feel

It means momentarily I’ve been seen

Maybe I’m human after all as the tears I then feel

Silent Prison

Silent Prison

The tormented soul cries because he’s been abandoned by all

The clutch of suicide always seeking another haul

Did this or that and it turned out to be wrong

No forgiveness or rest for society’s abandoned songs

So he sings to himself seeing nothing but bleak

He was raised without guidance like a wild weed in concrete

Forgiveness is a luxury he’s never known a moment of

He always slips at love because he can’t recognize its dove

Is this worthy of the torture that life bullies with?

Learning is the experience but there’s no patience to show his worth

Always the end when a little late he comprehends

The backhand of life, he walks the lonely lanes

And time passes without a sound or flicker

In happiness or sadness there’s no alarm bell or ticker

Yet constantly he reaches out trying desperately to be human

This is what happens when dysfunction is your birth right damnation

Shoulder Taps

Shoulder Taps

The signal saviors known as guardian angels

Keep knocking to connect to our awareness intellect

To let them in is not a sin and may prevent bad gin

They come upon and distract in order you do or don’t act

This isn’t to say you’ll never regret in the morning light later

For the rising glow is a momentary flow

And when the amber goes the ash is all that remains

So important is to maintain a rational perspective refrain

See, regret in the main treats all with disdain

Deciding to jump in or stay out is the bottom line

Difference between is the consequence mine

Once landed on it’ll remind and whine

Proportional happiness to gnawing sadness

Euphoria known as Gloria or depression the unwelcome Malcolm malcontent

So sigh and accept knowing the risk is high and adept

It’s really called life and it’s best to meet all as hail fellow well met

Awake Libertine

Awake Libertine

The dead lie bloodied and bowed as the seventh century Draculates

Stalking and killing, risen from it’s deathly stasis, a religious potentate

But this is the 21^st century and sees the rise of technology

Collusion between an evil evangelistic mean, morphology

Evil hordes in submission and obedience to their lord scream

Death to all those who us deny and submit to our dhimmitude dream!

See the effete elites all lined up in serious calm

Declaring new normalcy and stoic advocacy

The rise of altruism on the road to suicide

Hear laughter from the satanic side

Let the B1 bombers fly and the SEAL teams in full battle cry

No balloons or flowers or tears or rest in peace lies

Destroy those enemies of modernity that infest the terrain

East and West of the Mediterranean they claim

Liberty is their fear and superstition their spear

The irrational is an illusion that reason clears

Take It On

Take It On

Offensive to whom and whose morality presumes?

So censor speech and blur the pictures but reality always consumes

It vaporizes pretence and concretizes against

All the shallow followers that raise intuition and supposition in their angst

Bravery is recognition and following cold fact

Requiring inhibition breaking to be exact

Minds move slowly and anger drives stubbornness

The sun doesn’t rise and there’s no proven monster southwest of Inverness

To view the world thru’ refracted light

A difficult pew that wears the knees and bends sight

But seeing behind the smile or scowl is a geometrical delight

Three dimensional is logic’s child that uses fright

Few want relief from belief or painted picture that obscures

Rationalization is the immunization that inoculates against the cures

But woe to those who reject the slap in the face

For as Einstein showed, THAT’S reality and we’d better embrace

Lament of the Cursed

Lament of the Cursed

Wild spirits are wild horses in human choices

The rest of humanity looks on with envy and hatred in their voices

Listen to the cries as they defy

The whips come down and they run towards the angel’s choruses

That’s where solace resides for the hopeless causes

In the arms of Saint Jude as he conducts the heavenly orchestras

This freedom sought is that of the mind

Imprisoned by the sadness from the brakes and life mistakes never kind

Concretes always manifest the abstracts

This is seen and judged by reality contacts

Wild horses have no home but live somewhere

Their tears wash the floors and, as others celebrate they’re in despair

So very lonely is this world

It’s existence like an animal but aware of the sublime

Cursed to live hurt

Would only the cracks forgive mistakes and spit you out

Conundrum or Confusion

Conundrum or Confusion

In a vacuum where’s nothing, then a kiss jumps in

It’s the universe’s creation

Your being becomes living, you’re in from the cold

Humans can have everything but without love the weather’s mold

Funny how many protest they don’t suffer from something so old

Then on the quiet they search for the gold

I’m an alchemist of reversal for I turn love to lead

Is this the quixotic characteristic that sees my love life constantly suffering deaths, I dread

That feeling of emotional implosion with the force of the ocean

Volcanic eruption is the high of emotional explosion

So the question in the vacuum is if people enjoy being human

Answer deduced by looking at the wreckage from addiction

Listen to the complaints from monogamous links

Hear the misery from promiscuous chains that sink

Only the few succeed in the muddle lanes

My soul’s scarred with sorrow but that doesn’t mean I’ll surrender the dream

Oblivion

Oblivion

Suddenly I’m fingertips hanging off the abyss

There’s nothing to see for its all amiss

This maze of no exit but cheek cracking dead ends

Bedrock shattering and the decline to death

The future holds no youth but balding grey heads and sickness

Humanity’s inevitable curve of renewal until the nuclear buttons are pushed

How pathetic, this self-made threat

Deliberate forgetting and pretense that the future is always bright

Look around at the dictatorships that oppress and punish

Then declare there’s divinity to save and flourish

Where was She when they came for those in Berlin, Warsaw and Phnom Penh?

Witness the death of sublime nature and the rise of evil stature

Is it time to hide or stem the horde tide?

Inevitable human spirit that knows death but sees only life

What about the lonely that populate the cracks?

For they see reality thru’ the present mist and cry

Credo Moment

Credo Moment

I reflect upon mistakes the notches on my soul

I feel them when I look around and see that I’m not whole

Dysfunction and the memories from young

They’ll always be felt no matter where or how far flung

Life rocks you then music consoles

Emotions and feelings must out, thru’ the mind it’s doled

Then look at the reflection of that past

It’s stark to see against so much normality the contrast

So aesthetics is my console thru’ reason and reality

A mind that was conflicted with metaphysical sanity

I’m one of those you’ll see as bizarre

Look at my right hand with my life predicted by that scar

No straight lines, but twists and jagged edges

Sewn up with connections that begins and ends suddenly, the stitches

I am my most vehement critic that never reaches but aims

I can’t be tamed but if you accept me I’ll always be your swain

Migraine or Neuralgia

Migraine or Neuralgia

Don’t you hate that term “to date”?

Destroyer of freedom and enforces expectation

Societal pressures thru’ relatives and others

By this age or that you ought to have met your match sisters and brothers!!

So much included in lines that reflect busybody minds

Has technology moved so far ahead and we swoon?

We declare how we’re kewl and modern and look back with derision

Yet, there’s still society that’s viewed as a holy cow variety

Frustrations that burn because too often we look no better than Neanderthal

Anger that churns because reason is back footed and dictators stand tall

Alas the human condition where true Liberty is still the threat

So the individual is trampled while the group is made government and sat

What IS this annoying emotion that is celebrated and made clear?

Invisibility is a great defense because didactically tactically it uses fear

Emotion of the ignorant and closed mind society

Next time say not a date, next time say what “I think”, free yourself intellectually

Penalty

Penalty

Do you hear the echoes of the damned?

Then you’re one of us in the outcast land

For we walk among and smile and stand

But when we talk, shout or cry, all that’s heard is deny

So insanity and depression is our common transgression

Blamed for those hurts inflicted by social aggression

If you don’t convene at a time and place to be seen

If you don’t undertake the weaknesses that turns you green

This social sin of refusing to fit behaviorally in

Wonder at the metaphysics that push on and on

Is it society that amorphous deity?

Is it merely the most base and so it’s easy?

Unanswered or rhetorical its observations of the anecdotal

Weakness of spirit or is it convenient versus arrogant?

Difference is a gap that shifts between chasm and crack

So navigate the traps and society may yet slap your back

Prisoner Scream

Prisoner Scream

A prisoner in this house condemned for incompetence

Why’d you break the social mold without conscience?

Can’t they see the scratches and strikes of trying to get out?

How often my faith has been broken, now I’m a token too confused to shout

Am I being tested or is this really an atheist reality?

Imprisoned by determined fate to fail at every gate

Faith is easy when you’re in the speakeasy

Atheism an easy ism when you’re feeling proud and are young

Then comes the dusk and I see the coming night

I look down and I’m on a beam of light unable to discern where’s the side of right

Crisis of mine, I can’t lean because I’m that prisoner not seen

So change or shift, no matter how I twist, I can only dream

But I yearn to get out finding my moon in this dark

To see the stars twinkle with happiness in my heart

Alas not yet and it feels like forever

So long have I been caught, I can’t even remember what it’s like to be tender

From Now!

From Now!

When the emptiness manifests, the demagogue rushes in

It’s felt as an elixir that loves you from within

Of fuzzy happy feeling, you’re smiling and singing

But you’ve forgotten that nothing rises to heaven

Reality is the unstoppable logical prodigal

Returns as never gone and is utterly not emotional

Regret informs that you’ve shattered your reforms

So the panic of flight makes you feel guilt as never before

Then reflection adorns your mind and sadness of what you didn’t leave behind

You never had mater or pater to show how to find

So you thrashed your way and made mistakes as well as hay

The scars bear witness to the unexpected kisses from play

Do you get that this is your life you’ve made between happiness and strife?

Rationalized that anger is no life so decided to never give up or cry “enough!”

Yes the elixir and the Newtonian effects run your emotions and mind

Yet from now is always the new beginning, to yourself always be kind

Morning Glories

Morning Glories

Divided aims residing in life’s fountain

The assassin at attention in attacking direction

Raised anger virtually shaking

Thinking of uncontrollable intention vehemently in the making

There are my targets, I see their pictures

My emotion elating as my mind imagines my motions

They’re opposites to one another

Yet both are mine to cover

Why was I granted this honor that others see as horror?

I’m luckier than thee because my universe encompasses double glee

But I’m selective to a tee

I must be lit entirely to make the kills satisfactorily

I’m excited as I dress to slither against

They’ll each feel me and smile at their senses intent

For they made the first move and became my aim

Execution upon both and the essences will flow in between, they’re ecstatic, now slain

Sculptured Temper

Sculptured Temper

How do I find happiness when all I see is bleakness?

How do I find happiness when all I have is weakness?

I watch the street go by and see good eyes so sad

I long for them to be bad and glad

Does that conflict with your sensibilities and declare contradiction?

It ought not because sadness from loveless is the god’s nullification

So where can morality lie but in the gutter to die

Why continuously attack human frailty to watch them cry?

My insanity is boxed in an impenetrable torture chamber

Only the kiss of true love can shatter this danger

For how long can a soul fight until the bedrock cracks?

And then the terror of the suicide step

Does this frighten or alarm, because none of us know if we’re immune

So defy this inflicted by nobody knows whom gloom

Rise up and enjoy the mind swirling crashing doom

Ride the bitch like a surf board and let defiance be your unrelenting boom

Light Switch

Light Switch

Do you recall the time someone raised your picture?

First thing when they awoke, they saw your kisser

Time goes and along the way so did that glow

They replaced it with a note that said they were going to go

Why’s it a Friday when romance falls?

Why’s it during a lazy summer, you get that squall?

There are the rejected and abandoned

Those that reject and abandon

Are you the one that always wants to hold on?

That takes the blow and just can’t imagine?

How do you fall out of love, if it was true?

Yet the other always eases into

So no plans for love’s future

I’ll laugh and you’ll be offended and it’ll be ended

But I walk the line this side of cynicism

Next time I’ll still be one that is first and heavily smitten

Wednesday to Friday

Wednesday to Friday

Fill the emptiness, don’t let it fester

Better to get fat and look like Fester

Whatever it takes to make you dance like a jester

Never surrender and, give unhappiness the one finger gesture

When the tears well up from missteps in love

Reach for the elixir that fits like a glove

Be good to you and love that view

It’s people like you that love the deepest, without reservation too

It’s so cold when you’re Wednesday’s child

But don’t believe that’s your fate, raise your wild

Rather that rejection or metaphorical slap across your face

Rather embarrassment than regret that stings like mace

Most of all when you’ve run this race, become your ace

Take time to be the swan

You’ll dazzle and inspire and attract your desire

You’ll razzle and walk down anywhere’s Fifth Avenue as Friday child’s sire

Deep Hatred Love

Deep Hatred Love

It’s not impossible, just more difficult

The immediacy always sought

Wrenching broken heart and the scream getting it out

For pain will be proportional to the happy fate

That slicing knife of loss called grief

Stabbing your heart and shredding your soul, no relief

Unrelenting remembering until the anguish squeeze to the end of intense

Until wrung out alone and sobbing without pretense

No emotions left, only surreal movement

No desire to recover to normal and relevant

Declaration to shift to another way of life

For there’s no justification but only guilt for still living after the strife

Hammering at my bedrock beyond which is the suicide duct

Diamond hard, banging mind and beaten child

My punishment to get out the grief and hate on chilled

There’s nothing pretty, only functional and essential, grief must be killed