Tough Illusion

Tough Illusion

Why do you sit so quiet?

Are you happy and feeling the glow?

Perhaps you’re sitting in sadness because you ail

Maybe feeling pain, emotional or physical or innocent in jail

When the world opens up or closes in

We reach to our inner self and solitude reigns

That’s when the warmth of caring love is at high value

To share with or comfort a soul laughing or crying and maybe shattered too

We never remember humanity’s despair when we’re strong

We realize our vulnerability when we’re hurting or wrong

And constantly when we look within, we see our mortality

Oh the impatience of those that believe they’re protected from hell’s reality

As humans we know who we are

Yet hate our own, it’s bizarre

Anger is the hurt that nobody cares

Empathy is the therapy that stops tears

Blue Summer

Blue Summer

Proportional to suffering humanity sees you less

Is it your withdrawal and quietness from distress?

Your invisible black mourning dress

Into the tunnel of abstract duress

Around your soul the attire is tied

Nobody to look into saddened eyes

You sigh alone in the dungeon of utter loneliness

In the wretched heat of an abandoned summer you feel cold and less

What ails and drags you down into the emotional gutter?

The intangible whose nature is that of a clownish torturer

Closing your eyes in half-tears and sobs

Everything around usually soft, now harsh

Witness the changing light powered by emotion

You see but also feel this abstract lotion

Where’s the magic kiss to deny this affliction?

The lot of the lonely heart believing in romantic fiction

Nothing Knew

Nothing Knew

Nothing is that man made construct

Confuses our view especially over what was

Before our world, what existed and when?

Nothing is the popular refrain

It comes from emotion that hurts

The metaphysical war within the soul that flirts

Hugging you one minute then caning the next

Confusion over what currently exists

Deliberate refusal to accept the rational

That what is has always been

Form is the substance unseen

Never nothing, changes you from child to teen

So emotion can leave an empty feeling

Feeling nothing, so remembering and applying

We’re the human being, where reason fights feeling

We become the adult when we realize that there’s no nothing

Light Within

Light Within

Loyalty from love’s such a welcome touch

But sublime human nature’s the ultimate embrace

Born of value formed from virtue

Encompassing the entire universe of what’s true

Selfish desire allows anything to aspire

Justifying actions that’d make the devil perspire

But the sublime is a light that defeats all swine

From the depths of what’s humanness’ line

Tangible reward’s just and good

The sublime’s contained within its wood

But delight from selfish pleasure is a treasure

The kindness and caring that defies financial measure

So bring down those cynical blinkers

Allow your sight to see the world as do rational thinkers

No command or requirement from divinity

Just that loving and soothing sublimity within humanity

Discovery of Love

Discovery of Love

Exploit your talent, don’t let it run cold

If you feel that urge to sing or write or play, it’s your soul saying, hey!

The world’s awash with resentment of ability and dreams

They’ll tell you no and to forget such silly schemes

Even those closest will declare you have nothing, how dare!

But you know where the truth resides, shouting out from deep inside

You hear that call everyday and it hugs you with love to go out and declare

So let it out and be proud, for you’ll be surprised and happy and yell hurrah!

It doesn’t matter if you perform for the cat or a stadium of thousands

It must always be for you, remember those many hours you tamed that shrew

Now you witness your art and sometimes it’s surreal

For you remember the struggles and when all you had was zeal

It’s all real and you’ve transformed you

Into a being where art shines thru’

This is a gift that is true

A discovery of love that will never make you blue

Defiant Will

Defiant Will

I walk on the outskirts and it hurts

Kicked to the side in the gravel and the dirt

The arrows bounce off my soul

I’m hardened to the bitches and the ghouls

Born under the star of the outcast in their eyes

Never seen as anything more than that from between a woman’s thighs

Given the name of Black Sheep I defy their irrelevant cries

Their pain is my strength and my defiant size

Early on I realized that life would depend on me

Disdain for the hand out and charity that comes with pity

Nothing more disgusting than that, for they see the world like magpies

Hating and attacking one of their own in their altruistic suicide

So I saw the world and its amoral highways

Taught myself to be a macadam breaker in every way

Now I sit atop the hill looking over their rat nest landfill

Satisfaction is mine as they gaze up to the riches gotten thru’ power of will

Questions to Ask

Questions to Ask

Do you have the courage to be yourself?

Or are you who you were raised to be, displayed on the shelf?

Inhibitions, that evil dictator wrapping you in a chain

Your broken heart of regret when you see their disappearing mane

Perhaps that dress which you loved but didn’t dare

You thought they’d think you vain and stare

Love and individuality in despair

The two millstones sent to bear

But never mind the past, for the future’s always now

You know who you are and must take that vow

To open who you are and to hell with anyone

To embrace who you want to love even if looked down upon

For inner satisfaction, whether you’re viewed as strange or great

This is the most vital reaction to what is inviolate

And society is an irrelevant invention

Made to control thru’ convention

Experience Deluxe

Experience Deluxe

Intensity of the line is not met by any other kind

Dark potion treasured for its surging bind

Lifts you from the wrecked alleys of reality

Sun shines at midnite, that evil grin of satisfaction

Surrealistic becomes the real fantastic

Dance and rock upon the path light fantastic

Hold your hand up and wonder if you’re there

This curious wrap that surrounds and stares

Hard hitting sound pushing you towards the ground

There’s no up or down, only existence and feeling within the sound

Psychedelic experience in your ears vibrating thru’ to insanity

Faces all around looking as bewitched and fixed

Round and round go the whipped up mixed

Reach for the bodies because they’re calling you

Beams of light is their desire in the underground light

This ecstasy in the temporary realm of nothing at night

Freedom is Choice

Freedom is Choice

My soul is dead without your touch

It lies in shreds after suffering so much

Abandonment is the soul’s assassin

That loneliness, its torturous cousin

So lonely in the dark and sleep is a lark

Air con forcing cold chords into my soul

This freeze out from love takes me to dark room Heaven

Good girls and bad boys go there, maybe having ten

So the music thuds out and poppers cracks my mind

Time doesn’t exist because I’m in the clubbing mist

Ultimate freedom to be decadent

No rules, for this is seeing Venice so who cares?

The grass is on high and the spiked gin makes me fly

I’m wrecked but not alone and unhappy

I hate the rules and dictates that society makes

Its own repressed sexual desires embracing the Devil’s stakes

Breaking the Fever

Breaking the Fever

Melancholy comes and there’s nothing

Existence alone is like being a flower in the sun

No happiness or sadness, just existence

That’s the insistence that your humanness is done

A sliding slope where there’s no hope

Pointlessness is where there’s no direction

So try to sleep and forget your existence

A view of the future, an exquisite torture

Makes a soul feel so uncomfortable

Question of why this, isn’t answerable

And this does frighten those on the outside

They know the endless night, that’s the suicide blight

See how the mindset strips its humanity?

Imprisoned from within, it’s profanity

No solution, like madness endured

Peace is an illusion that’s conjured

The Devil’s Elixir

The Devil’s Elixir

The insidiousness of hating difference

The closing off thru’ holiness

The instilling of ideological belonging

The use of Nature’s outcome to secure following

The line that demarcates State from State

So watch carefully the Statesman, that weaving diplomat

Power is given or, taken at the point of a gun

Governor with banker, they seek to control the sun

Together this collection determine your life’s direction

They become Establishment and begin their dereliction

More and more you become their knave

Watch this willing surrender become a wave

You’ll wake up and your friend will be the enemy

You’ll not know why, but believe strongly that sodomy

And then too late, the realization with guilt

But Lady Liberty will have already turned to salt

Rock Creed

Rock Creed

What’s that hungry for spicy when you get out of the club?

So the gin or vodka was taken on the chin

Stagger around and your car key falls to the ground

Scratch down under the car and you find it all sound

Hang on to each other as you’re deaf from the beat

You don’t even recognize your significant some other

But it’s warm and seems a friendly tether

It’s the middle of the night and it’s still a goddamn hot bother

Look up to the sky and wonder why it’s all awry

This goddamn swirling is not home and dry

Then the laughing and the realization you’re in this together stupor

Life’s like that, it comes down to moments Anetha

The longing for hot black coffee

Put the music on and destroy the neighbors sleep

It’s still quite early at almost three to three

Drunk is fun despite afterwards when you feel all undone

Liberation before Insemination

Liberation before Insemination

The patriarchs sit with their religion on high

Voices echoing from a time when minds were dry

To control, their intention, their inadequacies of great dimension

WOMEN!!! Be insolent and disobey the dictates of erection

Disobedience is the essence of your independence

Cast off your chain and wreck the kitchen

Take Liberty and be subservient to NO man

Then burn your sexual cage, the clothes they drape you in

From girlhood they’re indoctrinated to accept dictated happiness

Wondering why there’s that sadness when they observe secular gladness

Dressed so well and prettiness they swell

But the love they feel so intense is a lock used to enslave

And the hypocrisy of governments that stand aside

In self-righteous proclamation they declare individual rights as their guide

Yet collude with religion and weave it into the quilt of patriotism

Abominations of ATRUSIM!!!

Deborah or Joan

Deborah or Joan

When government is a debacle it’s like sliding over barnacles

It rips and shreds until you bleed and cry

Defense is the money you thought you have

As it buys less and you slide from sire to knave

Only unschooled fools trust the greedy drool

Politicians that pretend to be life guards at the pool

Then come the promises and individual becomes unkewl

Then rises the rebel clear despite shouts of coward ringing in her ears

So rip away and rather struggle than be sacrificial

Surrendering yourself to nobody and none to you

She fights for the mind, the defender of Liberty

Let my life be mine and my mistakes will always be divine

“Twas God or Nature or whoever owns the hereafter

Gave me my life, she intones on the step of a public corner

Cheers ring out as The People know what’s true

A shot rings out and she’s dead from a government crew

Silence Kills

Silence Kills

There are those that turn the music off

Dead souls in a visceral rush

They don’t hear the angels cry

They don’t even try

Life rushes by disguised as time

There’s always tomorrow, in reality today

Their smug inevitability with care for aesthetics

Their primitive desires residing in the base

In great greed they aspire

Crookery their cookery, they suck like fat slugs

Filled to slither, they then etch away

Eyes darting looking for innocent prey

This is the soul where love is only a fix

Aesthetics used as an anesthetic

Hear their laughter as they steal in your face

With their overfed bitches, they’re the lowest caste

Battle Mind

Battle Mind

They ask you why and it’s like they deny

How can they not see or fathom the torment?

You take it once more and it makes you high but happy

The constant emotional pain that is your domain

Do they believe that anything they do will frighten you?

Yes, I must stop and that oath to self is meant and true

But then that cycle which brings the warmth

The millisecond of no torment

I swear right now and throw away the sly

It’s hot and how can I stop in July?

But I see the candle burning both sides

It’s me and misery or high rides

I will, I WILL, I promise to me

I look for that eternal love, but Wednesday’s Child is meant to be

So decry fatalistic surrender and stand in this reality

From now, let me see, my strength has to be my Liberty

Urbane Reflection

Urbane Reflection

Why’d you make me cry?

Like a poke in the eye

I remember long ago when there was only the future

Now there’s so much past and that’s what lasts

Yes I do weaken and regret

The scars on my body and the creases on my face

I don’t frighten that easy

I read people like in a speak easy

The past gives me pleasure but also painful measure

Some start to say I’m old

I just look at them and think, it takes no skill to be young

And with age comes the courage to be bold

But y’all know this is fleeting for the universe

So rather embrace the love side of life

I rather find the beautiful than the ugly

My grand mammy from down South would be proud of me

Façade

Façade

[dedicated to Tara Conner]

Bring back from the brink!

Too young, pretty and filled with drink

Only fourteen and too young to think

Prey to the testosterone that doesn’t even blink

Envied is your beauty, but they can’t see you

Pressures from without, crack your mind and make you shout

But the cries for help are above their heads

And they don’t hear because beauty, don’t you know, is beyond despair

So now to the obvious deadly dare

Abuse that makes you high and leaves you without a care

And still they don’t care for you’re the envy in pictures and on the catwalk

You’re perfect and not a human that’s been used like a nark

You’re carried higher to Miss USA, the dizziest height

And then, suddenly there’s a light in that black nite

A helping hand that cared and saved

This true story where a man named Trump, rescued you, from the depraved

Timetable

Timetable

Then the dark envelopes and there’s no happiness

Rise of the nihilistic foe where there’s no goodness

Just the silence because it’s like you’re invisible

Nothing in common with the obedient miserable

So they smile and dance to a happy tune

But how they lie to themselves year round thru’ June

It’s then they tell you they want to escape

Always they believe over there is the fairest cape

But they aren’t taught that courage is a price

Life exacts what it requires when you throw the dice

To get what you desire is always from within

You can’t run away from pushing out your chin

And it’s always difficult to begin

You’ll play yourself awkward and won’t win

Until one day you’ll notice the swan and sing

So belie yourself and it’ll be a sin

Truth In Reflection

Truth In Reflection

Sometimes we bristle when we see ourselves in another

Usually it’s unexpected and is felt a bother

Sometimes we happily reflect to have seen ourselves in another

Usually it’s unexpected and viewed as a charming cover

Uniqueness is a human trait for we’re commanded by logic and state

Conflict ‘twixt the two is a situation that can grate

Reconcile your human indecision with decision tinged regret

The longing look back to childhood days of straightforward fact

But simplistic solutions are rarely resolutions

Always hidden are the realities beneath in seclusion

Narrative is a guarded prisoner to the truth

Lest the narrator look less before the story sleuth

In the dark when we reflect and see mortality

We admit who we are and know fraud from reality

How can you feel pride when the mirror derides

It’s identity suicide and it’s not on your side

Shout For Humanness

Shout For Humanness

Indulge your passions

Never surrender to repressions

Evil is the idea of original sin

Deranged minds that view the physical as a dirt bin

Observe how your love rises as you embrace earthiness

Releasing your identity which is a mosaic of uniqueness

By whose standards and how dare anyone?

Your life is your own and strength to be one within your zone

Unhappiness is conformity to blood and culture

Incidental realities self-seeking to sustain their future

There’s also the humanist that places collectivism as the religion

This Liberalism the convulsion that ends in self-immolation

Freedom is release within Liberty

The joyful attainment of passions that leave you believing it’s for infinity

Contrast between your own path and the directed road

No guarantees but you’ll never regret that virtuous street

Dystopia’s Blessing

Dystopia’s Blessing

The evils in this world aren’t the obvious

For those are the final vestiges

Real evil is the silent suffering unseen

Within of the broken minds and the lonely

The stigma attached because of fear

Humanity’s disgrace before what could be them

But they’re the lucky ones

In snug smugness they see only sturdy walls

But crashing down is the inevitable ending

The outcasts wave knowing

But without resentment and only longing

For they’d give anything to have one day of loving

See the absurdity of your belief?

Now feel ridicule as you watch your loved ones sleep

You know it’s only a temporary keep

For too soon will come the dreaded monsoon raging deep

Imagination Disguises Horror

Imagination Disguises Horror

Fear of mortality the escape to religion and opioid superficiality

Subconscious is that motor regardless of reality

Humanity knowing that there is finality

Strangest of beings acting as if it’s already eternity

This question weighs from young until old

But perhaps less as time unfolds

For fear is much more the domain of the young

In proportion to their reckless abandon song

Calm discussion on many levels

At the last breath is it a beginning or ending?

Definitely the world ends but life continues

That spark called the universe is a never ending retinue

For you know what was, still is, just the state repairs so E equals MC squared

The reality that stares and everyone is scared

The ticking clock heard no more

Technology trying to pretend it’s only a whore

It Takes Two

It Takes Two

The rebellious fire burns to tear up traditions

Holy cows dead but dragged have become perfidious perditions

Where celebration was is now soulless solace ends

These are guarded when vested interests are the trends

Up step the wreckers with no regard for empty shells

They crack weak foundations with their hammers of hell

Bring down the impressive that generate the venerate

Screams of terror but the pieces that hit are merely paper’s weight

Then the realization as the terrified see they’re free

They rewind their minds they were taught to unwind

Now hatred for the rebel that made them fear turns to love

But the wreckers run for they don’t want cooing doves

They know humanity needs to cling

Urgency to replace the now gone corrosive kings

So infuse the abstract of Liberty, to be fee with virtue

Alas they know, the demagogue waits hidden to kill the delicate true

Stepping On Cracks

Stepping On Cracks

Lost track of time isn’t at all a mime

It feels like evening when you rock and rhyme

Coffee gets made and you haven’t even yawned

Suddenly your subconscious picks up it’s the path to dawn

For the sounds are different and the house is asleep

Even the cats, usually curious aren’t making a peep

Your significant other long ago learned about your clock

It ticks when others tock, and so there’s no complainant dressed in a smock

Are we born free of time sense, forever catching up?

Or is it engineered by Nature as a structure for art to make up?

We’re the dreamers that get lost during the day

Don’t you find it puzzling to witness all about you rushing without delay?

See, for us time is a process that moves independently

Nothing we can do, but go with it happily

We get a lot done, but our way I know drives many to brandy

Don’t look at me, I prefer chocolate candy

On The Landing

On The Landing

Back to earth is the call to concrete reality

You move from your mind within the balance of physicality

Versus what was the world just a second ago

By design is this Nature’s sober actuality show

Too much of either results in misery

For there’s both within us

Yet each day watch the unhappiness reveal

Those that don’t seek their mind party zeal

However there are multiple parts that make a circle round

How do I find the secret that makes it easily found?

I reach and feel her and it’s always happiness

Her identity is of no consequence so that makes me, not at all a prince

But always the moment and rejecting self-analysis

Never mind the cause, it’s usually sub-conscious

I hate the mistakes that demolish happiness

Better to embrace optimistic future zest-ness

Sleeping Drill

Sleeping Drill

When you don’t feel like sleepin’

But the dream world is callin’

Pesky fingers so long and insistent

You’d think it was on their dollar to be resistant

But no tellin’ when the music’ll call

It just reaches out and you’ve gotta give it all

Time doesn’t move because it’s me

It’s made of what I do and see

So long as its loving me what do I care the degree?

It always rises when the world is about the zees

I don’t care about tired torturing torments

Just the feel while I’m high naturally in this sky

Do you understand me that I hate conformity?

That everything orthodox and perfect is deformity?

Its better what feels good

For one day everyone’ll be wood