A Universal Stair

A Universal Stair

There’s quantum entanglement out there

Particles that sub atomically vibrate in a pair

Far from here to there, unequivocally they share

Don’t you feel the unseen eyes that stare?

We know love’s an emotion that’s electric done rare

With magnetism to spare

This universal force that warms and races a pulse

See how we’re all connected like everything else?

But love climbs its curious self in surprising ways

A look, a word, a feeling in the middle of an absurd day

And you’re hooked to someone invisibly and urgently

This quantum connection that can never reverse absolutely

And when it’s found there really is high pitched sound

A cry for help telepathically makes its way round

A world away, a spouse, twin or mom will awake in alarm

They’ll know that something must be done against harm

Death Panels

Death Panels

[a collectivist anti-capitalist gift to humanity]

They must pray forgiveness for what they’ve done

In the sight of God they refused to do what ought to have been undone

They have frozen their souls where no love exists

They have no right to deny when goodness persists

Moral suasion’s the power of morality

Political power the force that raises visibility

Faith that’s true needs no religion

Faith that’s true’s from the Light that’s given life

Modern pharaohs hide behind their imagined virtues

Cultured arrogance from egotistical politics

Minds that see the individual as an incompetent knave

Minds that see the group as an existent supreme wave

Radical is the blessed rejection of irrational authority

Always put there by Utopian patriarchal mysticism or religiosity

The rejection of reason in favor of Leftist ideology or humanism

The right of an Individual to their life is sacrosanct, free of socio-political altruism

The Child

The Child

[little Alfie Evans]

England became Hitler for The Child dies alive

Government control, the Leftist Utopian scam thrives

Is your life your own, or was it permitted by the Crown?

Those who decide who lives or dies

This disgrace of rejecting the sanctity of life

No surprise and life became vice

Destruction in the tomb known as a womb

Culture of sacrificial malevolence has been the groom

Deliberate obfuscation of right and demand

Blanket confusion as reality asserts its stand

Death panels of doctors and judges become dictators grand

Power driven by government become a thug gang

See the future that’s become today

If you abrogate right to government they kill you any way

Mothers or fathers will not have any say

STAND with your guns and vote as New Hampshire does say: LIVE FREE OR DIE!

Arisen

Arisen

There’s that wretchedness rising from love’s empty horizon

Cupid’s negligence, the frequent failure by Venus’ son

This denizen pf love’s maze in a drunken phase

Arrows all run awry, he’s a sty in the lonely eye

So switch to “absinthe and opium”, dens of the romantic distraught

Feel the good badness that deadens the sadness

Then move across the careless line and it becomes divine

Declining thinking shines as feeling morphs into reckless time

Now the world’s within, as reality becomes emotion

Island of curses where no satisfaction’s the blight

So grasp for ever more denigrating delights

This crashing soul in tears of acid that can see no light

Why this constant misstep, living with this bloodied lip?

Wednesday’s child’s shield is reality and a rational mind the sword

Stepping up to destroy love’s lonely destiny

And be that prisoner no more

I’m the Alien

I’m the Alien

My world’s constantly ice cold

So I heat my fire until it’s two-fold

For I walk between the molecules

I see the make-up of everything until particles

It’s the eyes like an earthly cat that can see thru’

Different dimensions that’ll surprise you

Maybe you’re like the carp just beneath the water blue

Maybe one day you’ll become quantum too

For galactic’s the only way to trip your light fantastic

It’ll rescue you thru’ the savior star gate elastic

Or you’ll end up apocalyptic and that’ll make you apoplectic

Countdown to sudden expiration on the atomic midnite clock

We observed your movement from the absurd to figuring gravity

Smiled pleasurably when Albert discovered relativity

Your rise to atomic was a sobering finality

A hundred years hence will illustrate if you’re worthy of connectivity

Screaming Edge

Screaming Edge

Stripped to my exposed soul all have flown

When I stand on stage alone

I must fight the illusion that up is down

I must concentrate on the middle or it’ll be destruction zone

Keep the blinding spot lights in my eyes

I can’t know that there are people in dancing aisles

This constant fight to be in suspended animation

This fear dependence on my imagination

I hear the guitar strings one by one

I have to keep my mind one step behind

Thinking is the enemy of sound

I have to dance in my urgent mind

The metronome in my ears is the drummer beat

My savior that prevents my retreat

My non-stop running prayer that I be one with this

Then the finale and exhaustion in the dark is a kiss

Arc Light

Arc Light

Tyranny with a kiss is still captivity

The marriage between religion and polity always treachery

For if you stand for Individual Liberty, there can be no treason

In the 21^st century how can it be we’re stuck in such a prison?

Separation, separation, ignored into extinction

Confusion’s the resultant position

You’ve been taught from little to submit to religion

But you found rising derision to obey instruction

Now your fear walks the edge of terror

For decision shatters the comfort of neither here nor there

The testing mirror is seeing your soul on display

Do you have belief or faith when religion’s stripped away?

Taught by Jesuits to be critical

I must tread the dare not pathway or be hypocritical

Shatter my illusions until I stand on my strength

True faith’s my foundation and light at length

Freedom Sang Ironically

Freedom Sang Ironically

Battles in your mind are the unjust

Because you’re innocent and it serves their lust

Blame’s their game and they disdain even mercy

But their accomplice is humanity

Nobody’s responsible for my rollercoaster mind

No one installed the mind brake that destroys time

The dark days and bright highways together wreck

There’s me and me that keeps hitting the deck

And yet, the mind that aches frightens

Humanity’s security blankets then tighten

Until they realize that on Earth reason commands

But they flee and react like serfs

Addiction’s so rife it’s become their way of life

Their minds usually poisoned by domineering fathers

I see them pathetically and maybe I’m rich after all

I never knew father who was indeed, one son-of-a-bitch and tall

Quantum Way

Quantum Way

[dedicated to our mentor Art Bell]

Those hours that rule the night

‘Tis when the classical world takes fright

Atoms reveal themselves to be light

There’s no direction or sight

This frightens all who see only black or white

While the universes in eleven dimensions unite

On this day out in the desert somewhere

It’ll always be “Midnite in the Desert” out there

Our mentor Art was laid to rest today

He now flies in God’s Quantum Way

Secretive aliens have spread the word

Lights of all the galaxies have dimmed in sad

It’s thru’ the unique minds in rebellion we climb

From the moment we became aware as mankind

And in thru’ the dimensions we’re visited and loved

Art knew that kitty-cats see everything over and above

Deep’s the Hurt

Deep’s the Hurt

From the shore of loneliness until we cry in the dirt

No forgiveness unless it’s from the angel of hurt

Look into her eyes each time she’s taken

She tries to believe she’s not forsaken

Reality is that heartless pool

To swim or sink, it’s that cruel

But yet the sigh of relief when it’s onside

The buffeting waves of being alive

Hear that call of passion mixed with despair

Scars her soul and makes love akin to coal

Righteous from the City love giving her a call

Suburbia’s dirty secrets that reach Town Hall

Her life’s not her own she feels down to her soul

Prays that one day God will break her fall

And she knows that sublime human nature’s her hope

That step to the hand of Saint Jude’s a chasm, she needs courage for the rope

Obscene

Obscene

The anger of the dispossessed burns invisibly

Once lit it turns to Nietzsche egotistically

Sanity begins to constantly fight for reasonably

Aspects of the self-hatred become the coals of this vanity

Now you walk the borderline of extremes

Love and hate flick back and forth in easy memes

This alienation that seeps into the mind’s stream

On the verge inside and you want to scream

Aware of this overt mental derangement

To want alleviation and management

Now a race between relieving and acting violent

Until that critical point when destruction becomes merriment

The cry for help can’t be heard to assuage

Where resides blame for the rage outside the cookie cutter cage?

Within and without since long before began the troubled soul’s sojourn

Their problem only, until it turns

Outliers are Natural

Outliers are Natural

Self-identity always fights the convention fraternity

Don’t be mistaken for thinking they’re extra-ordinary

Outliers of the universe always freak out the rudimentary

Rules set because imagination’s mind belongs to the visionary

So friction’s joined at the boundary

Conflict rises when freedom fights bondage

Rules are never meant to have alternative bents

Denial is then the first taught and never to relent

No good following rules if you’ll be soaked with discontent

Then the dry minds and dead souls become malcontents

And you have to decide whether to consent or raise your own tent

Free spirits are natural elements

Now joining thunder and lightning to sit beside rain and snow

They’ll look at you as something they well know

Friendliness isn’t a requirement for acceptance

And they’ll buffet you to expect in return valiance

Wednesday’s Solitude

Wednesday’s Solitude

Stillness is the core of melancholy

It’s the sound of mortal ignominy

That J-curve of reality beginning at birth

The Angel of Death’s stand-up routine of mirth

Listen to the sound of nothingness

It’s reality crying for those in death

The elm tree’s leaves rustling and pretty

It all measures human significance, our arrogant pity

Fate laughs at the belief of controlling destiny

Events can be changed and turned but still inevitability

Life independent from that see, just not you and me constantly

Then hear music distantly

It’s frivolity, cheerfulness, the beat of human activity

But there’s Wednesday’s Child who’s the weight of logic’s reality

Nature’s tick-tock that frightens

Wednesday’s Child’s the loneliest but strongest of all

Time Awakes

Time Awakes

Faith’s that quantum connection to the Light

Who, lit the universes and why life vibrates throughout

In faith revelation, you’ve been blessed by sight

In deep faith is found no doubt

Of Creation, there are those that doubt time

But time’s relative and quantum mechanics’ the relative

Does sleep time feel like hours?

Creation’s man made time conundrum’s solution is, found when you awake

For, in the ‘nth of a second before Big Bang’s detonation

There was no time coordination

Then the Earth was formed and awake, spinning around

God’s kitchen in quantum found

When, is part of time, curiosity’s urge

Reason, underpinned by logic, Humanity’s verge

The connectivity from Faith to Reason’s a quantum par

Between, resides the twinkling and life’s its star

For Adam and Gideon

For Adam and Gideon

[Yom Hazikaron (Memorial Day) April 17/18 2018]

This small Nation dressed in blue and white

We cry tonite because the sirens cry out

Those who fought and brought forth the Jewish Nation once more

Despite the odds we knew we had King David and the Judge Gideon, encore

Israel is a restless People, tough and tumble

I’m so different, my New England sensibilities

But I see their goodness that they softly scorn

They don’t relish being reminded of that adorn

At this time we have a common core

The fighters that died for Jewish freedom in its ancient home

And those that came after to defend from the new savage hordes

Every step across this Land, finds history at hand

I remember two brothers, who died that Israel may live

Fighting the Egyptians and the Syrians who believed we had to give

But the prayers of the Six Million and mine tonite

I know they’re with God and their eyes are shining bright

Wave Reflections

Wave Reflections

The warm sunshine’s the beginning of seduction

Summer’s coming and you wonder if the winter was real

Surf board standing still with a smile on its fin

Is it my imagination or hallucination from the teasing ocean?

That time of year when much seems to become light

Funny how a mood can go from dark to bright

Across the boardwalk see the bikinis sashay

Music from open air cafes carried across the bay

Swimsuits are the great levelers

So nothing more confident than sun soaked beach day dwellers

Easy going dudes and dudettes with weed wafting thru’ the air

Colorful necklaces and bands adorning, see the surfing faire

After those first waves of a new season come

The smell of the ocean becomes part of this heady fun

Select your downer to lay back and enjoy the fading sun

The wish is to be Joshua and stand it still for an eon

Blessed Bucking Bronco

Blessed Bucking Bronco

The danger of emotion and feeling

Do they stem from a mind of rational thinking?

Or pay the price of the mental savage

Surrendering to whim and reaction

Oh the Internet that bastion of information

Once typed or inputted, it’s there until solar expiration

Individual versus the group

Another way to control until docility is the troupe

We is the word of evil

For it diminishes the individual

Used by the scoundrels of humanity

“I” is the serpent to control freaks and petrifies

There are more ways than one to do anything

So the common denominator is abstract discovering

Passive control or dictatorial force

Individual rebellion is Liberty’s horse

At The Same Time

At The Same Time

Words are so clumsy and limiting

For feelings and emotion are beyond reasoning

The quantum world’s magical soul

If only words could be as whole

Our minds, emotions and feelings mix

How to describe being this human fix?

But conventions exist because order is a rule

Yet there are those like me who view it as a fool

And is it fair when decisions are emotion-filled?

Yet, again, to resist reality is a pathway to consequentiality

See, reality dictates one or the other state

Pushing feelings into a random fate

The logical conclusion is sadness

The usual result is loneliness

Romantics bear the scars of life

Resisting convention and seeking the philosophical normative

Not Remaking New England

Not Remaking New England

The vultures gather prematurely, in dishonor

They’ve no responsibility and, risk no other

Leadership’s a lonely bother

The quiet of One, where there’s no love or bright sun

The vultures hang heavy in fear

Ready to savage whom they once held dear

The cheering crowd has to a fickle entity

Emotions that conflict with shifting reality

Question for humanity that carries the torch for Liberty

Is this conviction or convenience, riding upon lying?

History has taught that evil’s a blustering bully

Standing and doing what’s right’s never folly

So send destruction down upon the dictator’s crown

There’s no alternative to moral courage or we become their clown

Liberty requires courage and bravery over cowering in mental slavery

It’s not that you live, it that you must live free or die

Did I Care?

Did I Care?

Face to face with reality of the past

Then horrid nostalgia drives in its corrosive rust

Urban blight makes me the slum rat

Every street I know has become a drug nest

The music forces itself thru’ my mind

I can’t block out the feeling of nausea unkind

I’m taken back to days when I was called trash

I lived for the days underground the society dash

Day began at midnite and we ran loud and drunk

Among the music vibrations were the sexual variations

The dark tunnel was nowhere land where nobody knew

Sensations only were lustful orgasms without view

Spiked punch flew and our minds were in a psychedelic stew

Reality was the hand you saw and the lips you lunged for

It was time to go for the sun was rising

Did you even know what or who they were before the sunlit morning?

Happily Killing Smugness

Happily Killing Smugness

[celebrating Friday April 13^th – Contract Killer Day]

He saw humans without their sublime

How beautiful and rational the sleek feline

He remembered the men in their meanness

How satisfying it’d be to eliminate their smugness

He loved women and remembered how kind they’d been

His gentle wise mother nurtured him to be strong and lean

He witnessed life and she had taught him to think

His discovery that men were superfluous and were finks

He learned to shoot and was a natural marksman

He sought the route that’d be lucrative and satisfying

He joined a group where secretive was the seduction

He became a contract killer to rid the world of men, women wanted out of circulation

Like smooth dark chocolate cake with cherries and coffee black

His enjoyment was high when he pulled the trigger and made the men cry

Sublime is the result of a task accomplished without feeling

Reserved for her kiss and her payment in gold dealing

Isolation

Isolation

I bear my soul in daylight expression

For darkness is where guitarists and poets hide their wrecking depression

And once more loneliness as the stage lights flick out

But that’s a story only partly right

For long before is uncertainty and doubt

Calmness within is the focus needed to be tight

Each night the need to once more reach for the artificial light

There’s no answer in sight, only fight or flight

The question’s always, why’s there this blight?

They still don’t see or perhaps don’t know what racks

It’s not stage fright, that panic into a vacuum

It’s when you can’t do anything and everything’s muted strings

Then the torment reduces as a mother comforts me

She never had performance nerves because she was a natural you see

She always said don’t think of yourself just think of me

Once more her loving advice calms and lifts me

In The Quiet

In The Quiet

Holocaust Remembrance Day April 11/12 2018

When the sirens sound the air becomes heavy

I feel the weight of the millions of souls we carry

This begins their Day, lives destroyed

The realization of evil from hatred passed

I’m not my brother’s keeper but I must remember

Lessons from history is in the abstract memory

For concretes are simple and confuse intellectually

The abstract is self-reliance and protection of the future

Could they dream in their loneliest hours?

When civilization abandoned them, to enter the gas chambers

That one day they’d be held honorably in Jerusalem

In The Land of their forefathers, and we’d say Amen!

I see her picture and she imagined she’d be loved

Instead she’d never even get to be kissed

She thought at twelve about that party dress

In deathly rags she exists, but the determination is “Never Again!”

Mist

Mist

The saddest is not being tended by love

The sobs sound at the sight of a dove

For you see time taken away

You feel that ultimate betray

This is an island surrounded by silence

Wind carrying echoes of others laughs and dance

Whether it be a forever romance

Or even a momentary dalliance

See this desperation of the heart

Seeping deep into your soul

Enveloping your aching psyche

In the middle of the night your whole being achy

Am I abandoned for some forgotten sin?

Or my hesitation when love slightly beckoned?

This isn’t sealed and set in tomorrow

I must be brave and risk myself for love not sorrow

Painted by Saint Jude

Painted by Saint Jude

So did you think I wasn’t human, without foibles?

My pedestal not lime stone but, godlike marble?

Didn’t you see the blood on my scratched skin?

The scars I carry both without and within

But difference between me and those others you’ve had?

My mind is like granite, my emotions of love with forgiveness making me Galahad

Life’s not without risk and love’s the ultimate frisk

For you’ve laid me bare with my soul slashed by your cutting disk

But see how I can’t hate you in my selfish mist

Smiles and tears accompany my years searching for that love utopia

But in reality I fail to fathom my romantic myopia

So my quixotic soul yearns and believes there’s no love dystopia

My mind admits that reality’s an anchor

I can cherish or deny but still nothing changes

For I’m your sacrifice, on the altar of your moods

When you hate me I desire and when you love me, I’m on fire

Mind Defiant

Mind Defiant

Tyranny with a kiss is still captivity

The union between religion and polity always treachery

For if you stand for Liberty, there can be no treason

In the twenty-first century how can it be we’re in such prison?

The West rests upon our individualism

Contained in that is your life as the standard of moralism

Anything that detracts is undermining freedom

Forced altering of chosen behavior, you’re in serfdom

I rage in anger when religion forces me

I reject with hatred when collectivism denies me

Political power their means to hypocrisy

For not a single holy man or socialist lives their irrational credo

Their sole desire is power to control

For they live in fear or greed, all on the dole

Leeches stealing from the human peaches

My life is my own and goddamn them into Hades’ hole

Gift of Coal

Gift of Coal

The demon Melancholy from the doldrums Hades

Sweeps thru’ minds and destroys luscious vines

Fighting the battle is one within

There’s only determination not to let it win

But nothing can overcome its wave loop

For some it’s relentless and others somewhat spacious

But it’s a curse that sees no innocents and scorns justice

For respect or mercy it only bestows death

And you’re viewed as weak

Civilization’s still afraid of monsters from the deep

Irrationality breeding meanness and fears

Superstition, religion and mysticism scared of mind tears

Solutions tend to side affects and misery

A choice between endurance or guilty

There’s only loneliness in that barren world

Often strength is miserable and cold