Sainthood Slush

Sainthood Slush

You know that familiar rise when it’s time to take your ride

The elixir rush from the power slush

Is this addiction or your soul urging fortification?

For the power it triggers and optimism that there’s beatification

The courageous in life lived their truth

Remember Freddy and Lemmy who were such dudes

No inhibitions and no repressions, are you brave enough to be that true?

It’s not something you tell you to do, but find letting naturally thru’

Constraints, requirements, the brainwashed conformant

This illusion called society that cookie cuts anxiety

Happiness the most sought after yet hapless the resort

Perhaps in reality rescues humanity from admitting timidity

A guilt strewn human field with hopes and dreams never fulfilled

Look and see the brave that risked – there’s always a cost billed

So as their decline climbs, the regret-filled mawkish attack

But who cares about some nothing hack

Editorial

Editorial

Late to wake or just late for a date

Shower will spring your mind to awake

Then life’s invisible elves will try to trip

Shower and the soap falls hitting the middle of your foot

Tidily rolled up earphones become an impossible spaghetti knot

Want to avoid an ex, think that thought and you’ll not

The mystery of appearance is when a void is filled

That moment before is emptiness ‘til suddenly it’s tilled

If you anticipate the tension rises to breaking point

So when it arrives it’ll be that proverbial shot

Smitten with the notion of guarantees and expectation

The properties of reality laugh at that fascination

Something quixotic is part of our psyche

We find it deeply exotic and love to exclaim “crikey!”

Perhaps that why we only see forever

And love romantic figures that bravely endeavor

Lost One

Lost One

When you’re inspired it’s communion

You feel the link as a great union

There’s no time but only thought and deed

There’s but one emotion, praying as a creed

I laugh with crying because that’s when the angels touch

They whisper words and music and I feel so much

I suffer with my soul often in shreds

I recover the pieces and I’m renewed as if wed

Wednesday’s Child is the poet, singer, musician; artiste

It’s a given because how else can anyone reach the street

I must know sadness and loneliness and be absolutely low

I have to understand how to hit my bedrock and take life’s blows

Then to rise and be one of the scarred with pride

Always the desire for eternal romantic love to ride

The highway that I see yet never can touch

I look at all the others that never known my side for happiness is their couch

In The Eyes

In The Eyes

Reflection in a shop window glass and you glance

Twenty-two once was you and you remember as you pass

Why that street, that store, the light you meet?

Funny how the past and memory in an instant greet

A Friday or Saturday night when you’re looking

The urge to be wild or sit somewhere smoking

Frustration and despair are as easy as happy if you dare

Don’t judge that face regardless of its stare

Be that young again, the sight that stirred you to ten

Take the risk and approach that beautiful face, your yearn

Doesn’t matter if it lasts the night only

Don’t forget how quickly it takes to be lonely

Desire to grab life and enjoy your passions

Who decided that conservative routine is your mission?

Be your mind and fight the deadly boring kind

No regrets or at least little to speak of, was Little Sparrow’s great motto

Warmth of Hatred

Warmth of Hatred

Evil are the bitter old men in their dirty dens

Envious of youth they reflect upon their regrets

Desert is their curse as they remember their sins

Cast upon the young called their daughters and sons

They deserve no sympathy for they murdered empathy

Wretched anger and arrogant temper their philosophy

As they die and are dead they’ll be remembered

Filled with regret is the curse upon their diminishing head

Dust they’ll become while their hapless scion look on

Their weakness the strength of a child they spat upon

Hatred of the gray head where lies and deceit reside

They can never be forgiven, not even God on their side

Is this you or are you one of the lucky ones?

Protected by a mother that energized

For combating the scourge of the father is your mind

Channeled toward reason, defeating the evil arrogant kind

At Hatred’s Pleasure

At Hatred’s Pleasure

Such a long sojourn in the wilderness of life

Biblically punished as if by divinity itself

Misstep to happiness, my chin hits the step

Yet I’ll not surrender to that fate

Mind brake that stops is a rejected trait

Did mother or father cast you aside or out?

A parent that’s a stranger throws you into life’s danger

You’ll never recover but all your life fight to be stronger

No tears must tear but, no trust and resentment must bear

This unfair fight steeped in injustice

You must decide whether to despair

You could conform but rebelliousness will be your form

This power within, a dead end street

Until the courage you have becomes indiscreet

Road to happiness thru’ your tunnel of sadness

In your hands looking back, self-construction or self-destructiveness

On The Corner

On The Corner

The summer solstice swings by and I lie in the rye

Time had no meaning until I had to reflect and cry

We move from childhood to youth and then an adult sees truth

We’re not taught that time is master uncouth

The Pagans worship at Stonehenge unhinged

But maybe my half-smile sees some sanity tinge

For time dictates and seals everyone’s fate

The only prediction where inevitability is a given state

Wasted time is a relative of mine

But don’t be smug; we’re all guilty of that crime

Yet relative to what is the judge that punishes

Within I feel emotion that raises and diminishes

In the sun time stands still, the beach and ocean thrill

But in the desert of life it burns and kills

Reality is the sun dial and wrinkled skin in the mirror

Life is never a straight line so celebrate the longest day’s quiver

Love’s Bite

Love’s Bite

Don’t dwell on perfection, you’ll be asking for a soul infection

Manifests as aching pain and dereliction

After the conflagration, alone, the silence leads to the bar

Unleashed is the cold hand that directed to perfection, smacking your jaw

How many illusions before love’s embraces?

It draws you out and the blood rush isn’t light

See bite marks on the side of your neck and there’s no turning back

Whence your rules and lines now, as you willingly open wide

Is this surrender and capitulation to a vampire’s reach?

No, it’s the warm soul elixir of true love so rich

The encapsulation of you within the protection of want

Selfish emotions that tie irrevocably

The unexpected sudden revelation of truth within

No defense but willingly letting another in

Makes you laugh and dance the silly light fantastic

Oh to be bitten!

Perfection’s Dirty Secret

Perfection’s Dirty Secret

Perfection is an infection that curses the mind

I’m not one of those that take it round

Order from the god of Hades and the asylums of mankind

It undermines and destroys the good’s hallowed ground

Perfection is the insistent emotion of what must be found

It forces the false notion that there’s a greater good, absolutely sound

Commits to casualties that’s understood

How else to obtain perfection in the wood?

But to the grotesque believing it to be burlesque

The ideological savage seeing itself as Babbage

Utopian sycophants gone psycho in a pantomime of delinquents

The greater good is a lie, perfection’s equivalent

How to combat this diabolical contract?

To do your best and what’s in your own rational self-interest

Embrace the chaotic vector highway

Nature’s resolution that ultimately wins anyway

Abyss Ladder

Abyss Ladder

Toss and turn in the torment of lost love

Emotion of anguished regret in a tightened knot

Sadness beyond tears although my heart and soul sobs

It’s the wee hours when the demons of life rise

At that time there’s no optimism but only the past

Litany of failure scratched on my soul

I see their faces and nothing replaces

The depths of lost love’s abyss

Do they deserve this wrenching mourning?

For nostalgia is a panacea that covers everything in wishful colors

Yearning forgives and so gives mercy to the guilt of others

Welcome touch of rationality awakes my defense

So here I am, with the identity of loves’ damned

Time on nobody’s side as we all endure its relativity

Mystical optimism that today will bring salvation

Cupid’s kiss blown for me and hope becomes reality

Chicken

Chicken

Mother Nature is a rebel

But nothing about her is irrational

She demands to be obeyed

Then willingly will be allayed

Alas humanity has become afraid

So ironic given technology’s blade

Over protection of the progeny

Now they believe the climate is in agony

They can’t move without daddy

Their clinging hooks to mommy

Lessons can be learned from Nature

Exposed to microbes will raise stature

If Nature detects distress it acts for the future

Weakness is destroyed and strength buoyed

It cares only for metaphysical justice

It loves capitalists not socialists

Momentary Pause

Momentary Pause

There’s no time is a procrastinator’s mime

That brake in the mind that takes the dime

Type horrendous personality that pushes and drives

Upsets the calm and makes the procrastinator break into hives

Urgency of desire depends upon to what you aspire

Money or shapely lady, handsome man or something shady

The trigger is a changer that is a mind bell ringer

A sudden focus that makes you see like a seer, all clear

But time is an enemy for happiness runs

And sadness seems never ending like a line of asking nuns

Thinking deeply focuses the chasm beneath

It raises imagination expecting horror unsheathed

See the realities of life unknown when you were a child

Explains the longing sometimes to that magical world

In times of sadness and loneliness we hope that providence is with us

In times of happiness let not my arrogance be my solace

Identity Attitude

Identity Attitude

When the floodgates open you’ve chosen your date

Affliction or addiction to whatever opens your gate

Glorious feeling that washes away calmness

The abstract urgent attention that directs action

Humanity divided between the live and the dead souls

The passionate potentate ruling regardless of risk’s scorpion sting

The living dead an abstract thread, same from birth to death

These aren’t deliberately decided but divided at conception by stealth

But there’s affliction that is the cost

Will hurt and wound by its constant accost

Some pay full price so soon they’re lost

Others endure loving torment being tossed

Does one seek a point or search for divine penchant?

Why a circle and not a rectangle is irrelevant

Just that you exist and must adapt to your bent

To engage and fight sometimes because it can lift or rent

Guilt Crunch

Guilt Crunch

The defenders make excuses and so rises the death of the defenseless

Weak willed Western intellectuals long ago surrendered to the savages

Rejected is Aristotle, the flawed genius of the Lyceum

Arisen is intuition, superstition and addiction to irrationalism

Athenian mindset’s the search for comfort, weakness the result

Spartan discomfort, the strength that sustains and keeps the warrior set

Decline climbs gradually, like a frog boiled in brine

There’s no Utopia, but only a road of failure to Dystopia

The West chose its sorry Athenian quest upon the embrace of altruism

To sacrifice its virtues and become guilt-ridden hedonist scion

Look no further than original sin, indoctrinated thru’ religion

Belief’s the great elixir that comforts self-pity

Take comfort and dry the blood and pathetic tears of self-harm

On the way to civilization suicide with genteel calm

The faithful and humanists accuse each other

Ironic because they both subscribe to same sacrificial dishonor

Revelation Alley

Revelation Alley

Everyday you witness who you are

Broadcast it loudly telling all near and far

Social media your medium and revelation your elation

Each post a piece in the puzzle that is a mosaic of your daily hustle

That emotion carries you as a wave thru’ the ocean

Then it breaks and you’re back in reality motion

Is there a pang of regret or doubt?

You’ve shone your light on an aesthetic sight

The decision to delete may diminish or defeat

Discern what drove you to reveal your heart beat

Maybe you’re left vulnerable, but naked is a mindset

Push your edge, the surprise will be how wide the ledge

The obvious never inspires curious

To think requires laziness be considered a rat fink

Happiness is not that emotion which whimsically tickles

It’s satisfaction that can raise emotions which prickle

Millstone Unknown

Millstone Unknown

Thoughts and emotions drive to a decision mindset

Decisions made never explain a pang of regret

Reality has no cord for rehearsals

Discord within rings even if right, with, what if?

Is there any doubt why emotions win out?

For we can live with consequences if there’s no constant wince

How to frame realization that we are always “I”?

Suffering or delighting is a self contained pair that can make you cry

Then comes what, for your soul is always alone

Crisis of reason or faith or together that provide no break

So, where to go or cling when you have nothing within?

Religion or relationship, does it matter from where comes solace to win?

For there is also weed, gin or some other knock you on the chin

Gets you thru’ and keeps away the blues

For some there’s nothing and self-destruction is their good night

We’re then left with dratted emotion to fight

Acute Degree

Acute Degree

Why that descent into cloud?

What decided or who to invent blue?

It’s not when the sun shines that reality is true

But in the dark when the wind rattles you

The silence that loneliness breeds

You’re the only one among the trees

Hear the beauty of the wind

So find the positive thru’ mind

Does it take away the solitary confine?

No fence or wall is needed to make a prison

Just be one that nobody knows

The curse of the introvert contrary to flows

See how easy it’s to be free?

Not all that it’s cracked up to be

Our mind punishes racing at calculating speed

Mistakes that crash and burn indeed

Tussle

Tussle

Long time ago when metaphysics reigned before logical revelation

In addition the unknown reality of schizophrenic delusion

How to explain the world when dependency ring fenced independence?

Fear, superstition and vehement ignorance

To be tough one must be thrown from the nest into the rough

Look around easy street and see their brood all soft and buff

Mother Nature’s determined lesson to survive and thrive

But essential is to learn how to endure life’s body slams and never surrender pride

Virtues from reason rather than dictates or command

Explain existence without threatening you’ll be damned

With this surety without fear no demagogue will you cheer

Destruction of the idea that there’s a supernatural sphere

Pressures unbound are found in the human pound

A wide world vast in expanse but connected so close

The security of rational is a defense wall that’s indispensable

Moral courage its bedrock that makes you invincible