Blues Tonic

Blues Tonic

Nuthin’ like playin’ the blues

Makes your soul sing and you’re on cruise

Can’t find an angry man when he strummin’ those tunes

Bringin’ a sad heart up from the depths of the booze

You see you fly above the dirty ooze

Away from the gutter of sadness and sleaze

It may seem ironic to those without this tonic

But not from the side of the blues sonic

Neutralizes the ache of she’s gone and thrown you in the lake

When you’re playin’ you’re smilin’ and feelin’ the music’s shake

You want to spread the feelin’ of an angel kneelin’

For this’s heaven with emotions heavin’

Its divinity’s own pickin’

Those blues chords ringin’

Celebratin’ risin’ from down there in nuthiin’

Now you can see the next woman comin’

Curious State

[Yom Ha’atzmaut – Israel Independence Day May 01/May 02 2017]

Curious State

Independence is freedom, to live or to die

In the hands of it’s People no longer passers by

Rational choice on balance must be the dye

National colors of choice the blue and white flag flies

Success or failure of a Nation is never accidental

The rise to prosperity or otherwise is incidental

Culture and mindset a clash of the mental

Secular, social and religious became the fundamental

Not meant to be a religious State, they rejected the initial

Seemingly ironic, but actually the logical

It was the secular and social that raised the “Third Temple”

Now part of the battle is to ensure survival for Liberty’s radical

This Light of Civilization stands against the savages

Missiles aimed towards with genocidal intentions

There’s no respite for justice depends upon deterrence

Israel stands strong, it’s enemies aware of it’s competence

Arik’s Fist

[Yom Hazikaron – Israel Memorial Day May 1 2017]

Arik’s Fist

Line in the sand demarcated by blood

Border line formed after the red flood

Thousands more upon millions before

The cost to be a free Nation once more

The enemy’s faces are a rough blur

Thru’ the ages they’ve tried but failed to deter

Link to the past is the biblical chain unbroken

They stand upon the shoulders of Saul, David, Joshua and Gideon

Land of Israel from the days of Canaan

Showed the way from slavery to freedom

First fighter was Moses to the most recent to die

A Nation that mourns and knows what it is to cry

The stones are silent upon the graves

Hatikvah rings out and the living know they’re not slaves

They’re free Jews in the Land that was twice before lost

Dried blood in the sand declares that loss will be the last

Hate the Silence

Hate the Silence

Silence? There’s a time for silence, but not ….

Generally. Silence is loneliness, silence is death

Silence is when there’s no happy path by stealth

Silence is loss, just ask the deaf

Silence is the broken prom heart at home

Silence is the promise that opened your world then broke and crashed your safety dome

Silence is the prayer unanswered when your soul cries out

Silence is when there’s drought and skeletons are all about

Silence is the sin of the good doing nothing

Silence is when the irrational is roaring

Silence is the corruption thru’ religion that enslaves women

Silence is the acquiescence thru’ religious cult, the mental abuse of the children

Silence is collusion by the media to redefine lies as objective truth

Silence is the cabal of truth assassins that ignore constitution wrecking

Silence is the battering of free speech at universities supposedly places of learning

Silence is the hypocrisy of Conservatives and Leftists cherry picking

Poke In The Eye?

Poke In The Eye?

Creative expression is danger

Brings you into the realm of death tether forever

It’s the curse received at birth

The angels and demons partying together in mirth

The curse brings hearing the world thru’ music and rhymes

The irony within the curse is the blessed chimes

The driving emotion felt, drives roughshod thru’ the creative veld

Then rises the soothing drawing down the bruising

Question never answered is why the extreme conflagration?

It’s not ring fenced but permeates throughout

Touches life and leaves wretched sadness and enduring strife

All this within, under my skin, with eyes shining bright

Tempest of torn temper with nihilistic bloody minded anger

The prodigious generator that demands and enriches

We are chosen without guidance to dance this merry song

Eye of acceptance or refusal will set the dalliance all night long

Birth

Birth

Goddamn you know the riffs reach from deep down

Scream out in an expression of stretching steel

No lies or disguise that it’s the sound of my spark

The resonation heard throughout your life

Detonation before birth when the world is formed

Creation begins the abstract to fruition and so you run

But then comes the stumble teaching all about life

There are those that stop to tap into step and the strife takers

No choice just like Nature it’s who you are

Notice the smooth faces from those with the scars

Deliberately stepping into the cracks because you’re bizarre

Seeing night as day and rejecting that hell means you must pay

Hear the raucous sound as it thuds and screams

Intensely passionately identity expresses itself discriminately

Into the faces of all worlds rejecting the cookie cutter

Into one song forever long from a mold broken immediately after

Deliberate Insanity

Deliberate Insanity [Yom Hashoah 2017]

As God stood idly by and the heavens shook

Death all around as endless lives they took

Civilization their veneer over barbaric hell

Infused with Martin Luther ringing his hate bell

From the gutter rose the death’s head into eighty eight

Savager of philosophy became their idol justifier state

Immanuel Kant the ravager of humanity

They embraced the self-sacrificing non-ethic calamity

Wannsee the meeting place of demonic eyes

Came together in that coven and decided on gas showers and ovens

The irony is always logical conclusion with evil’s delusion

Insanity blinds the wicked to their seeds of self destruction

Decimated but never vanquished the Judeans would rise again

Vanquished and destroyed, Germania would forever be in pain

Wagnerian Utopia will always reduce to dystopia

For evolution’s justice is the morality within Sir Francis’ cornucopia

And Tonight

And Tonight

[Yom Hashoah April 23/24 2017 Holocaust Remembrance Day]

Listen to the silence as the streets reflect

The sky is clouded, an appropriate effect

The first star in the sky didn’t twinkle, it cried

Look closely and see it’s yellow and marked to die

The names Abraham, Moses and King David

Remembered by the Apple of God’s eye

As the heirs of the Philistines, Amalekites and Romans swept by

Chariots from Lucifer’s cauldron in a hatred seeking death cry

The Land of Israel is quiet tonight

It’s the beginning of a week that hangs heavy not light

Remembered is Masada when siege became suicide

They decided Never Again and it echoed for two thousand nights

Remembered are the kith and kin murdered by the NAZI German

There are no allies right now as the Jewish Nation turns in

The sirens will sound and everywhere will be stopped

God will know that His People like their ancestor Gideon, have arrested the clock

Eyes In Stripes

Eyes In Stripes

[Yom Hashoah April 23/24 2017 Holocaust Remembrance Day]

Abandoned souls lie in wait

They’ve been trashed by venomous hate

No rest for the rejected

If you don’t fit you’ll get selected

Left in is the hazardous thing

You’ll discover all sorts of pain inflicting

Discovering that an inch here or there

Makes the difference between a scream or a glare

You realize that justice is a Utopian illusion

For no matter what, the idea is a perversion

Reversal is impossible from the sleight of to the diabolical

So punishment must be psychological and physical

Two sides, the victim and the criminal

Punishment versus mercy with forgiveness a whore

Shred all emotion to dignify decision

Forgiveness shrivels and mercy slides back into hell

And Then

And Then

Human spirit individually defiant

Courage rises until self-reliant

Rejection of tradition and any other infection

The medication’s creative energy, the mind in Liberty

Chains to break have always been the ones you take

Wrapped around to the collectivist sound

Think of the other keeps the tether

Your own desire deserves the leather

But you know deep inside that urge

To be free to express and decide against the herd

No guarantee but that’s anyway a human tautology

Comfort’s not protection, it’s to be not afraid of decision

Never forget reality, that a fall can split the lip

But take that step always for regardless you’ll feel freedom’s fillip

And to win is such a sweet sin

Victory for you within especially when fear’s been thrown into the bin

In Chord Claver

In Chord Claver

Driving slowly insane, the pushing chord train

Want to learn guitar is the bright cheerful refrain

Love or masochism, it all becomes the same

Seeing and doing have nothing in common but blame

Note, the twisted sister of finger fame

You must, I can’t, you will, I won’t, all part of the game

I hate you and love you is the attack on the guitar frame

Get out, get drunk and come back with fingers and brain no longer lame

Practice over and again until you too have pain

Time has no meaning as it flies like a silent supersonic plane

Love is required of the silent domain

For you don’t thru’ hearing but holding the guitar by it’s mane

They surrender by the wayside with guitars disdained

The many become the few until they’re all named     

Then is heard the constant playing for hours undisturbed

They’re the core that music embraces and kisses forever more

Abundance

Abundance

Energy surrounds in almonds and walnuts

It abounds in caffeine’s roasted beans

Highs and lows are a human’s usual flows

Nature’s open to reason’s deductive pose

Evolution’s solution is adapt to survive

From the physical to the intellectual and emotional

So humanity has what’s required to be satisfied and wired

Yet look at the philosophical sickness that’s mired

Abandon’s an action requiring courage and determination

Nothing emotionalist but rational mind power’s direction

For emotions hug and tug making release a slog

No excuse and never a justification for being intellectually a slob

But around goes the world with humanity stuck on stupid

Believing that logic’s subjective without rational directive

A fixation with eternity destroying fraternity

No abundance for no abandonment, instead fratricide infinitely

They Pray

They Pray

Antithesis is my thesis, opposition to perfection

Not imperfection but good which stands in stasis fighting infection

For perfection is the Utopia of minds infected with myopia

A human condition seeking godlike error, a fevered dystopia

Nature collides with mankind’s bromides

Sayings without stature that seek to placate

For thinking requires the inert to become alert

And cognitive dissonance is a rather persistent insert

But the challenge to Nature carries on despite Sir Bacon’s strum

Nature obeyed is laughed off in a donkey-like bray

Psychological alchemy that stretches like Lamarck’s remarks leading astray

Stretched giraffe necks and imaginary grain train bottlenecks

Starvation’s the logical conclusion when the mind is fed delusion

Blame someone and begin an investigation

Truth’s not important, ask any government department

Pray and play until all that’s left is Nature’s way, evolution ‘til destruction

Indifference No Difference

Indifference No Difference

When life makes you feel guilty

Because mistakes you’ve made is your reality

That land you inhabit, the mortgage of penance

There’s no fence merely offense

But to who, runs thru’ your hurting mind

For you’re the hurt party and it’s not kind

Sensitivity and vulnerability hidden behind brave eyes

At night or in the dark or when nobody’s around, the cries

This confusion that you’re the offender and defender

Why, in your moment of faith you ask the Great Bartender

They always serve happiness and listen while you bender

So you talk until you realize the silence says you’re mind has gone tender

Reality now storms back and you reach to check the phone

A human moment you had while you were alone

Frustration looks in and it feels like weakness and sin

But nothing’s changed and you know it’s going to be one more gin

Birth of Club Eighty Eight

Birth of Club Eighty Eight

Born on this day was the Devil’s twin

Came to earth made of clay pretending to be human

With all evil’s power he usurped political towers

Anointed by weakness the People hailed his cunning as prowess

He knew that welcome and newness exposes softness

He knew that guilt can be turned into arrogance

So blameless descended on the Teuton Land

Blood became the unifier and difference forbidden to stand

All about lay the defeat from war

Never mind that it was a self-inflicted dagger in their craw

The same result was anger for revenge

Seek the easy scapegoat and pretend

Came the uniforms brown, black sewn in blood

All ready to execute the promised Struggle in that flood

On this day so long ago ready and set to go, happy and cherubic

No portend of the dire future as the baby’s eyes thundered in Lucifer’s rubric

Conflict Creativity

Conflict Creativity

Speed pulsating thru’ my veins not enough to drive insane

Don’t hear it just feel it and I know the metal strings are in happy vein

Focus and accuracy the hallmarks of virtue

For honesty and reality is the energy of ability

But do I stand on running sand that’ll drag me down?

Push against the dragging water until it subsides

You know that feeling as the sand follows the tide

In this mix of reality versus the temporary, I’ll slide

Only words are resolution that’s permanently the solution

For words express intellect via emotion

Music the emotion that must be felt thru’ your soul into your mind

What to do as the speed winds away and judgment comes down?

Left is what’s been done and stands on its own

Dishonesty’s what’s been stood on and has now gone

I’m a drugged out whore that my emotion has used

Nothing but depression because temporary has no mores

Facets

Facets

Never lose contact with the street

You’re from the tarmac and rock hard concrete

The steel that surrounded your birth

The noise and lights that channeled earth

Toughened and imagined, the alleyways of youth

Attacked and pointed, guilty pronounced by the suburbs uncouth

So proud be your ideality

The buildings around and thumping night sound

Your identity the alley cat able to avoid

You known your at home when you can walk but not touch the opioid

Atop the hill on the highest point

Looking out at the bright lights that energize and anoint

Prince of neon, the gas that clings

No twinkling stars, that’s for the weaklings

You’re the City by soul loving it gutters and ‘hoes

You’re snooker and billiards at midnite you strike

Holocaust Witness

Holocaust Witness

Into destruction hell as the Hebrews are burned to cinder

Hear the shrieks and screams as life is shredded and torn asunder

Souls quivering in the gray ash of the evil oven

Mankind deserves destruction but God looks on from the coven

Naked horror as the jackboots crunch skulls and gravel

It’s permanently winter and never again the sun to shine

Screaming girls in terror as the wolves howl in bloodthirsty power

There’s no humanity but death camp reality

Survival no longer morality but the reality of conscious death

They hate their eyes as they look at evil’s soul

They hate their noses as they smell the blood and skin of dead kin

There’s no justice or forgiveness but forever the hatred sickness

Do we remember them well or pay lip service in pretense?

Do you vomit at the sound of language that rhymes with ice?

Never again must be the determination

Never again and rather blow up the world in a nuclear culmination

Behind The Veneer

Behind The Veneer

How much black caffeine does it take?

Before The establishment seeks its wake?

You know government providers always have riders

The umbilical radical-radical proviso

Central control undermines everyone’s goals

Centralized power dividing diamonds and coal

Fake value is the reality because there’s marketing sleight

Coal is the commoner but it’ll keep you warm like a knight

Notice how power devours darkness and light?

Spits out spin and orchestrates blight

Has Man not moved since standing upright?

Bludgeoning with a Tomahawk makes its right?

See the skepticism and view it with derision?

Speak to a Vietnam Veteran or look upon the Iraq invasion decision

Somewhere is the truth that won’t sacrifice Patriotism

The poor are always blamed for wanting more and power never offers it’s scions

My Intensity

My Intensity

Intensity is the emphasis of the scream I feel

Hurtling nowhere but rushing into the shrieking shred

Screaming ready to vaporize my screaming soul

I don’t feel whole unless I’m cascading into the reckless hole

This insanity feel is a logical progression of sound

It’s the desire for the catcher safety of the womb

But accursed knowledge of being Man is there is only the tomb

This must be reaching out to divinity to save my soul

I’ve made it myself to what end just to prove I’m right

But so fucking what all I desire is nightly a wet twat

See how goddamn real it can be and God sees it all

I walk proudly as a fallen angel until night fall

So look into my scarred soul to see the truth

My visions either dreams or reality like migraines

Insanity of faith or the rationality of reason

Frustrating is the treason within that ebbs and flows like seasons

Secular Declarer

Secular Declarer

Nobody notices the persecution of the truly secular

To view this requires the vision of a binocular

They’re called many names and the allegation, denier!

Reason’s the only absolute declares their crier

Danger surrounds for humanism is in the ground

Threatened by religion for they know the yell, you’re hell bound!

You must declare its divinity or chance

They reply, not at all, its Nature’s dance

Always in the separation vanguard

Fighting irrationalism to safeguard

Alas, it’s a losing game

Morass is the abstract lake in vogue and lame

Religion thru’ divinity or thru’ Leftist ideology

The secular is the constant migraine bright light colony

They want to look away and pretend and play

But they know turning away from rationality results in disastrous policy

Screaming Mind Sound

Screaming Mind Sound

Just try again tomorrow

For surrender is the real sorrow

I’m not broken, just torn

So best shut out the world and not be forlorn

I may look wrecked but that’s because I’m whacked

You don’t want my mind, it’s in constant wind

Sleep patterns of the devil

A constant sound that writes with guitar resonates

So this instability sees me with no wife just variability

Too many women and no love to show

I’m my own relationship wrecker

For I can’t take a helpless hanger-oner

Wreckage all around I still walk that line

Strength delivered to me by my mama

Gentility that won’t hurt a flower

Just regret that love is an elusive honor

Evil Winds Its Way

Evil Winds Its Way

See Christians die in the Land of Alexandria

How ironic on this holiday of Passover

They come to Christ during Easter as they are blown over

Yet silence greets this horror

No outcry from Europe, a continent awry

No threat of justice from a powerful Ally

Once more Christian blood is shed in the backward Middle East

The angel of death is shrieking covered in blood in an evil feast

Where are the bombs striking the followers of Qtub?

Where are the onward Christian soldiers striking its hub?

What more needs to be seen for civilization to scream?

The Pope is silent in his Vatican tower as he eats strawberries and cream

Justice is dead for fear grips instead

Uncertainty is the outcome for reason is dead

The Oslo Syndrome has taken over campuses and universities

The Western decline to self-sacrifice is viewed as diversity

Smashing Statues

Smashing Statues

The curse of creativity is proportionality

At those depths in hell you’ll find functionality

Emotions that drive to extremes

Concretes from those abstracts are your screams

Energy must out or destruction is its clout

All is potential that makes its way

Of the self variety you’ll learn to play

First inkling you’ll have is when it’s a dark day

There’s no choice for its random selection

You are or you aren’t one of dereliction

That inherent rebellion is an electrical connection

Can’t be harnessed but only channeled in a direction

But never enough for addiction is the overflow

Frustration is another wave that attacks to overthrow

So anger rises and its time to let the mind emotion flow

Through your fingers the creation juices glow

Sundowner Slap

Sundowner Slap

Do I learn from life’s lesson taught to myself?

Try to remember when emotion drowns out everything else

How quickly I see the river of regret

How painful to witness my missteps

The stillness around me is the prison I made

Whether deliberate or not it’s real and doesn’t fade

There’s no door or window but only the sky above

The effort to climb and clamber out is tough

Done by my hand or invisible destiny?

Either way it always seems to be inevitability

The search for happiness is the most elusive of all possibilities

Raise my depression with gin to see an illusion of probabilities?

Do I attack my past and point fingers at my ancestors?

Stare at the walls which are mirrors of my soul

Eyes that look far into the distance

Seeing light and not surrendering is my sole sustenance

Humanity Not Loved

Humanity Not Loved

Welcome to the God of real emotion

The nuclear blast that destroys all affliction

Do you fear the Lord or the finger on the button?

One is comfortable the other a real glutton

It seeks and radiates until there’s nothing left to trash

No forgiveness but only gray ash

Those were people and lives treated as trash

Pathetic little planet pretentious and rash

Inhabitants that shout for love then stab in the back

Where anger rises and deception is on its nihilist best track

What’s there to save when hatred and delusion is in fusion?

Religion or humanism evoke the same irrational confusion

Is a planet worth saving where reason is viewed as treason?

Where the rich scream for more and the poor implore

Where political promises are deliberate lies to assuage cries

Greed is wanting something not loved and that’s called a crime