Harlequin

Harlequin

Fear of the future and eternity raises scoundrels to stature

Gives tyrants power to promise and write their own nomenclature

The truth of reason always stands silently promising nothing

In reason, Liberty of body and mind opposes coercion’s vice

Alas, how to deny fear, to think, is seldom taught

Instead its ways are raised under the guise of deep thought

Taught to think instills a critical eye

Difference between concrete and abstract is where truth resides

So strip away emotion, tradition, religion and collectivism

Exposed is the road that denies fear its animalism

But that will expose you to attack for fear rises higher within ignorance

Morals based on reason will have to withstand the accusation of treason

In a world divided between religion and humanism there can be no exorcism

Different sides of the same ethic of altruism decrying secularism

So steeped in wreckage the competition towards imperialism

Reason stranded and dying, crying laissez-faire, laissez-passer!

Blood Restaurant

Blood Restaurant

Overdose of “sleeping tablets” sounds so sinister

Whereas “sleeping pills” barely raises a shudder

“Offing” oneself or someone else tends to gangster glamour

As opposed to assassination or suicide which raises fascination’s side

The “deep sleep” coincides with “rest in peace”

Quite ridiculous but humorous in a matter that’s absolutely timorous

Funerals range from nervous laughs to laughter and a half

Requires people to recognize death’s path

The “Grim Reaper” is the angel of death, a peculiar co-existence

Do you apply for the position or did she work for the Inquisition?

It’s really not an imposition if you worked in assassination

Her demon assistants are filled with admiration

Wearing black to say good bye is a tradition but also fashion

Heavy Metallists and Goths view it as a difference celebration

This human race is rather funny with its desire for satire

But reveals strength and resilience like reinforced rubber tire

Now the Darkness

Now the Darkness

The dark fingers always reaching out

Streaming black and pessimism without let up

The light is always the past, the gloom cloud in every room

Don’t look too the end of the zoom or you’ll see the inevitable doom

Each fights their battle at every age clearer

It’s natural to see no further than the mirror

For we are logic and reason and know Nature’s conclusion

This leads to illusion and well as bizarre confusion

Times when even the most difficult is easy

Then comes the easy that is so difficult

Battles of life’s emotions day by day that castigate

Sadness the constant in the melancholy world state

Look for a divine whisper in the slow whirlpool of the abysmal

That the soul will get out of this sad trying tribunal

For this is a crucible where innocence is the crime

Unrelenting punishment by design by the divine

Existence Persistence

Existence Persistence

Have we been here before, is this that fleeting French feeling?

But this is an emotion, a human derangement delusion

Another thought begs that might have one reach for the keg

Reincarnation a partial realization when there’s constant fascination

Surprise and wonder about my sanity is the question I ponder

Does a comfortable emotion rise seeing or reading about an era?

Ever think why you’ve that penchant for even a time of terror?

Acute interest in a past, as if looking back to when you were cast

Constant searching for meaning and evidence, existence is not your last

Patton had that and wore thoughts about his Carthaginian war

Napoleon believed he’d been Charlemagne and made law

Human phenomenon that rides desiring never to die

There’s no definitive answer outside of reasons pasture

Why not the hereafter can be another chapter?

Whatever you choose will suit your mind

But always remember never to impose it on other mankind

Echoes

Echoes

In the nihilist fight, to win you need to see the end in sight

But that mindset where pointless is the height curses with blindness of mind

Nothing but frayed ends ………..   then

You hear Hendrix playing Foxy Lady and light shines from the abyss

Momentary bliss for happiness backhands with a diss

Always fools you because that’s entropy

Adaptive destruction whether you adhere or attempt to flee

It’s like self-pity that lonely stinging bee

Leaves you with pain that nobody cares and you die

But that’s just the future for do you remember your ancestor?

This brings us back to the point of existence

A delicate matter that infuses insistence

Shatters everything because there’re always doubts

Faith and reason those opposing louts

Choose or decide you’ll live with uncertainty

Always hearing those echoes undermining smug certainty

Smacked

Smacked

What is this constant faith that drives?

Despite my tries to deny and reject it strives

Perhaps a memory so far and deep, of who knew me before I saw light?

Perhaps instilled by mother who wanted me to have inner delight?

Do you cry from being hugged by warmth you know is divine?

But then I remember the world and it begins to fade like old wine

Test or lunacy, faith is a crucible

That it opposes reason as it’s separated by the logical

Constant ebbing and flowing are the emotions of life

Success is barely a kiss remembered, while mistakes hanging on are rife

Is this divine punishment for rejecting fate?

No breakthrough to happiness, always a locked gate

Crisis and hope, those endless fires

Confusion and sadness the constant coal that smolders like lit tires

Everywhere I go memories lift then taunt

A circle of faith then fall, it’ll take a sweet moment for forever to lift

Grateful

Grateful

Sometimes you exist only

There’s nothing but you solely

Anger and dissatisfaction the epitome of frustration

Hating the world until you see a pretty face’s celebration

Damnation and despair a trodden path up the stairs

It’s easier to slide down but beneath you see the stares

Reflections of times gone by, the eyes are yours bright and true

Reminding you of the quintillion ‘nth degree that you got thru’

That miracle of life is the gate to birth

Damn the little things that irk and wreck your mirth

Rather be happy that you can indulge your passions

The roads to happiness, you know runs thru’ those obsessions

Magnificent not insignificant, so I begin to chuckle

Petty human frailties that clutch to berserk like a barnacle

Let go and how good it feels, then always check your positives

My grand mammy would kiss me for that additive

Cesspool Sound

Cesspool Sound

I witness the fear of Liberty

I see the hatred of freedom’s veracity

Through the weeds we tread to uncover a thread

But Machiavellian’s the corrosion within the homestead

Sublime human nature’s the only good we possess

Subvert its stature and the slide’s into the abyss’s abscess

So signals the arrival in cesspool sound

Decline reflected by the serpents that there abound

Virtue dies upon being a legend in one’s own mind

The politics the outcome of that metaphysical kind

Arrogance parading wrapped in egotistical self-righteousness

Boiling envy because they hate innocence within success

This acid the envious and hate-filled have poured

Averting their eyes from the erosion of the foundations moored

They don’t care if the edifice falls

It’s the age old story of jealousy in power halls

Robespierre Rising 2017

Robespierre Rising 2017

See what they’ve done to Liberty’s cradle

Reason and patriotism on the run

Paul Revere’s been slain, shot in the back at Lexington

Benedict Arnold’s won and prays to his lord from Iscariot

My flag’s upside down with tears pouring from its stars

See blood streaming from its sons scars

A world in convulsion where evil has propulsion

Take heed from history, after WILL come the sun

But at what price in this new civil war with Constitution fighting nothingness

The South did rise and now too is attacked

Symbol of survival overcoming upheaval

I weep for “My Country ‘tis of thee, sweet Land of Liberty"

Political machination in its evil fervor and corrosive progressiveness

They celebrate death always and, abortion is their caress

The cry must be to fight for Individualism

They’ve made Shylock out of the President and he’s being accused with glee

Foxtrot Sierra

Foxtrot Sierra

Watch the control freaks collide with natural order

Their minds in a panic, unattuned to asunder

For it’s not to the straight lined that the universe heels

But Nature commanded chaos wheels

Within this lives Liberty’s truth

Nothing mystical, no belief under this roof

Magnetic patterns with color refractions

Lights of the stars thru’ magnificent magenta manifestations

Explosions of life convened in messy strife

How many eons to create the creature that went bizarre in its life?

Curious is this phenomenon but aligned with the unique normative emotion

A confusion clash within the metaphysical constellation

Contradictions always illusion

Competing remnants of a psyche conflagration

For until mankind decides its reason bound

It’ll see broken psyches that resist reality’s rational sound

Take Your Drug

Take Your Drug

You know what swirls around to the nostalgia sound

That feeling of sick sadness like it’s a neuralgia found

Wishing we could put in for a new past to reverse reality passed

But we must live with memories that move from happy to regret’s ass

If the future frightens then prepare now to defeat that ogre

It’s your mind describing a scenario where life’s a stake in poker

Do it now while you’re with the living

Don’t be where living is looking, for that’s death already king

What if your family rejects you or your kids turn their back?

Blood may be thick but it can also stab you in your rib rack

Nobody owns you, why’d you think anyone has obligation?

You’re here because Nature spat you out, no special invitation

So laugh in the face of danger known as the future

That time is now, this very second that ticks towards your final chapter

Make daylight night and the twilight the opening show of dark delight

Explode your passions and diminish frustrations with goals to fill life’s sight

Gin or Tonic, Both

Gin or Tonic, Both

When I get weak and the future’s color’s bleak

I return to seek the sleek elixir that raises me to peak

Moods that destroy and then push euphoria to the fore

Reaching extremes you’ll see the Devil and God at war

But this is a very earthly core

There’re those in the middle which can be a bore

Or down thru’ the floor into the abyss and they’ve missed

Others into the high and they never return for they’ve been dissed

But I find my bedrock and the scars on my chin to this attest

I rise with that pain and it keeps me sane in this life’s contest

Fight within me bouncing between extreme

I hear the metallic screams made possible by this meme

So many have gone this way before and their sound remains

Others have never tried and they’ve no sound only remains

The choice is yours to walk the sidewalk

Or dance down the street to your own song and that’s no cakewalk

Sherman’s Heirs

Sherman’s Heirs

South under attack because pride is carried high on its back

A mindset sweeping to destroy something deeper than a flag on a gun rack

Something reaching to the very depths of the philosophical

The mindset that reaches and when defeated rests until the next opportunity ideological

Concretizing it tears down history’s statues in irrational wrath

Destruction of the physical is the primary assault onto genocide’s path

See the enemy arraigned in its leftist lunacy

Its goal to destroy Dixie’s historical legacy

There’s one standard for guilty, to be male, White, heterosexual and Southern

This assault to undermine, impugn and eradicate the ‘belle and gentleman

But don’t feel comfortable if you believe you’re untouchable

It’s first the foundations of history before they come for YOU

Are there a People that have never done evil?

For you know the parable of cast the first stone

If they succeed in this wretched deed

It’ll be the destruction of the Constitution they’ll force ALL to accede

Betrayed

Betrayed

In tatters are the flags that flew above liberated Normandy

No longer respected those that fought for individual Liberty

Their scion have betrayed the oath to not be afraid

Replaced with altruism, the anti-ethic of the NAZI blade

In tatters is a New England flag with Live Free or Die embossed

Betrayal of Philadelphia by District of Columbia at a high cost

Virtue bereft sense of fair where equality is enforcing to share

Government in disrepair, Lady Liberty in despair

Look around and see the parasites that accept money not deserved

Chains on the backs of those that work and earned

Concretizations of the altruist anti-ethical absurd

It comes to this when self-esteem’s denigrated and subjugated to the herd

Where to now as once more Aristotle fights Plato?

Broken will for victory as this cerebral civil conflict craters the West’s plateau

See the definition of words and terms corrupted and changed

Political correctness and pretense is the future’s disaster

Suicide Pill

Suicide Pill

May 1^st is the birthday of blood thirst

Its color is red and that’s when the collectivists march, celebrating the dead

Their dream called Utopia the pathway to Dystopia

Time and again mankind is fooled by laziness named mental myopia

The primitive mind hasn’t been left behind

Thought eradicated seeing parties with fine wine and classrooms teaching math

But it’s been amongst the most educated and refined that socialism’s found its sustaining path

Cesspools of collectivism maintained by tenured alchemists, alas!

The Nation’s of Liberty have abandoned rationality

Paid truth assassins called journalists where virtue is a sin

The media seek only mindless eyes accustomed to believing anything in disguise

Can they be blamed when education has been allowed to become deranged?

Taught to think is now rare and viewed as a poisonous drink

Feelings or emotions from whim are promoted as primary and important pins

Underpinning intuition, undermining reason

Western civilization’s suicide as the irrational horde multiplies

Devils Vagina

Devils Vagina

Religion the code word for evil

Seeks to destroy reason’s anvil

Abandon your mind at the door

Emotion and hope to the fore

So many gods thru’ the ages

Prophets and soothsayers with minds in cages

Irrational power raising religion of gods and mysticism

So indeed include materialist mysticism known as Liberalism

Does anger defeat or empower?

Affects of religion into politics that enslaves youth’s power

Distort the minds before they hit the grind

Painting Utopia in minds believing what they want they’ll find

It’s smooth on the fat velvet side

Willed blindness to the wreckage outside

Religion in politics the warm erotic wet of the Devil’s vagina

Their children the inevitability of logic’s merciless concluding anger

Chained

Chained

Irrational emotions from fear of the oceans

Flaming volcanoes the anger of the gods

Thunder and lightning frightening cowering primitives

They all can be forgiven for mistaking metaphysics

Then came the idea of patriarch and control

Sadly many suffer the same insecurity to this day called macho roll

Rites came before rights and obsessive compulsive lunacy blossomed

Do this and that as well as the other and no divine anger shall be found

But as usual reality ignores incantations and whims

Logic into reason and now there was no excuse to behold

Suffer the world as excuses and emotion override reason’s hold

All dressed up in holiness and goodness, deceit in its fancy dress

Destroy happiness if it’s not to code

Suffer sickness if it doesn’t match the law of the commanding toad

Individual right to your life must be tempered with unearned guilt

Cast aside yourself as they fight and kill declaring they are right

Freedom Highway

Freedom Highway

I spread my demons around in full hi-fi sound

Come and join me in my hell bound lounge

After the nubile feast you’ll be wrecked and run aground

Then to the hair of the dog compound

Stagger up or tumble down when emotions drive

It’s always easier after the gin arrives

Drown your anguish for a while on drunk, lying there like a crocodile

Don’t worry it’ll all return to the fore, even worse than before

Vicissitudes of life, part of the daisy chain to disquietude

Mental aches and pains won’t abate; they’re part of the human state

So channel your demons and enjoy them despite being crestfallen

Do you want your soul to be vanilla white and later regret what might?

Visceral comes from your intellect

Intelligence steers you to connect

Disregard the standards of repression

In orgasmic freedom resides releasing virtuous passion

Understanding Dime

Understanding Dime

The zone is needed to play the tones

Elusive dancing musical nymphs singing on their own

Pathway to the zone is the perennial goal

Once inside that surreality everything becomes diamonds from coal

But to get there is the conundrum I share

Required is the soul feeling that’s rare

Way to get there is a difficult dare

Other ways are easier where the risks are clear

Anxiety the power that must be channeled thru’ desire

Sensitivity can’t be higher so it’s into extreme fire

This is why great artistes burn their pyre

They understand and they want to build their highest tower

Destiny looks favorably upon this kind of chaos

For its courage to be in wreckage hell bound

There’s no protection only the lonesome space

That’s why it resonates love and grace

Fevered Headache

Fevered Headache

When I’m restless and turning because I’m fevered burning

I remember I couldn’t get it right

The faces of all women that keeps me yearning

Prodding my mind in dark quiet hours of tossing and twisting

No happy days or dreaming, just the bitched playing

Time until dawn hangs on my kind

Tormented mind is a disrupted colored psychedelic

Close my eyes and go to sleep, that’s a slap

Fever pitch is the bitched revenge and won’t even let me nap

Time moves in step with romantic revenge

Demons are angels off the clock out of sight from Valhalla

They’ve waked me and whack my mind in that tortuous sepia color

Goddamn Gotterdammerung my cold fire

No plea for mercy because justice is on my side

Hear the sound of laughter from heaven and hell

In the morning all I want is a pretty, soft ass to bite

Declaration

Declaration

I get up, I get down, it goes round and around

Euphoria, depression it’s like a drugged out sound

Reach for the gin, the weed all taken on the chin

My head in a bind is it night or sparrow time?

Is art a pleasure or a means of torture?

Relax and do nothing is a joke of stature

It’s taken seriously just look at the deck chairs

How do they all lie there like lions in the lair?

Oh aching head declaring a price is paid

That’s funny; a price is usually agreed before getting laid

Bad girls make tough women

Uncompromising is a trait that complicates a date

With all this I end up wrecked in a questionable state

Like in a dream surrounded by the suburban stream

I never planned at twenty-five, it still gives me migraine of earthquake size

So I am that I am, still entangled like a new born lamb

Switch

Switch

Do demons linger to punish?

Or connive to admonish?

Corrupt under the veneer of shiny varnish

Virtue polish is the garnish

They get their rocks off when you squirm

Take any side use any term

Real life humans that you encounter

They’ll praise and hail you before the backhander

So never diminish your humanity

It’s no sin or calamity

Unearned guilt is their wrecker without validity

Virtue is your security

You think for yourself and that destroys their wealth

Happiness is your just desert

They’ll be hot air in their desert

You’ll never want sugar in your bitter chocolate

Kisses and Thorns

Kisses and Thorns

No freedom of choice is the memories motto

They choose to lie in wait in a mind grotto

When they party you can’t get blotto

It’s always now even if it’s tomorrow

Happy memories that make you sad

Sad memories that raise regret in a tad

Those that play out and you realize you were a cad

Others that don’t and leave in the middle making you glad

Drink to forget and eat to remember

Mind on May and then that time in September

Changes month names to emotions

Time relativity in memories, fleet intense devotions

This trait to relive the emotive past

Part of teaching or a roust

What’s the point of this inner joust?

You end up where you began this mental pout

Justice Guilt

Justice Guilt

Smite the Amalekite’s, goes the line

Protection of justice is the only fair climb

Yet compelling emotions from dark origins

Inflicted into minds of those swords, pains

Set out to compartmentalize those aches

Until the mind forever forsakes

Pre-existing training on the way to independent thought

Unbendable even, so learn to live with unearned guilt

Tautology secures the action, one step before logical justification

This step to the edge the limit, unable to break the ache

It is morality’s loneliness, without an analgesic antidote

Physical wretchedness from tears or being Quixote

No surrender is possible for it’s your mind chemicals

Always feasible is a bender, those mind altering consumables

Run away from the world to forget it is a circle not rounded

You’ll come face to face with yourself, so I hope you’re grounded

Just Us

Just Us

Earth hanging in nothingness surrounded by loneliness

How sad is its humanness without any lovingness

Tears washing her face in a blue embrace

No kisses for her cheeks like my empty wishing lips

Distant stars display their bright warmth

But all we feel is the cold night of length

Hope is a land of empty promise

Where thunder without lightning rain blessings of pretense

In squalid desperation I believe for minutes

Until realization that my warmth is pretentious

For look around this lonely planet of heartbreak

Spinning relentlessly, no matter humanity’s heartache

Disdain for convention plays alongside Newton’s dimension

Structure of chaos opposes Mankind’s aspiration

Emotionalist domination is the abomination

Just us is the reality not imagination

Jump the Door

Jump the Door

Locked in this prison cell

Any door I cannot open is that hell

Call out to those free

Defend my soul, give me my liberty

You do not know my past

The future is the valid cast

Break my bones; you’ll not have my mind

Judge me through your small mind, I’ll never unwind

Your lies I see, reality the only key

Arrogance is your blind, that mirage does not make you free

I engrave my history on the walls

I tear at the fixtures, destruction is your way

Sublime rescuers at the door

Your hold is broken, raised to the floor

Liberty is mine, but the sadness is again bold

Just for a while, solitude had no hold