Destruction

Destruction

How ironic in the Lands of Religion

Where God is the supposed celebration

There is somberness and cheerlessness

For religion focuses on human destruction

Dystopia of the mind which sees only the dire

Living within unearned guilt stuck in materialist mire

That irony will make atheists, panentheists and deists rock with laughter

For it sews doubt and makes the devout perspire

Where reason clashes with your mind, that’s fire

It burns and makes you yearn for an answer

And you suspect it won’t be the one from mysticism’s or emotion’s locker

But from logic and reason, the only survivor

As a reactionary is the rebel’s valid stand

For religion constantly attacks to occupy political land

Religion of Marx thru’ that where Divinity is the idol

Either side of that political divide would is the evil

In The Curve

In The Curve

Anger that quietly seethes is the most deadly of the breed

Regardless of reason it sees only treason

Betrayal of innocence by evil or arrogance

There’s no forgiveness when the guilty transgress

The guilty perceive the innocent in the light of day

Naiveté from innocence offends the descendants of Cain

Suspicion isn’t part of innocent volition

The evil of the determined guilty, is their cowardice

For they prey upon those without power, but that’s their blindness

They forget about strength because their’s is fractured into weakness

And time, is sublime for vengeance

For subtlety and cleverness is the resilient victim’s Longinus

Beware of that strength, especially if those trod upon enter open revolt

They’ll be bloody minded with destruction and maybe a Colt

Injustice is the drug of the guilty inferiority complex

And the guilty have no self-esteem but an egotistic ax

Capitalism’s Light

Capitalism’s Light

Beware of the Emotions, those who believe they’ve divinity onside

They’re always the altruists that’ll sacrifice your hide

Their stripes they’ll always try to disguise

Their first utterances are who they are and, they’re never lies

Religion’s formal declaration is that the meek would inherit the earth

But they were fooled by the aggressors and got the whirlwind not the homestead

So they became as tumbleweeds, in their lives the desert

And along came the mystics with promises of equality called the collective

But these were philosophical varmints where values are a means

The end being control and mind obedience

They both swept you into government dependency

They taught you illiteracy, what an ironic confederacy

Now you simmer blatantly, unsure

But you’ll learn to live with that insecurity

Eventually seeing only individual Liberty

Politically becoming that fight for laissez faire, laissez passer

Glittering Strike

Glittering Strike

And then I trip over my brain

An eye looks to see all, in vain

Psychedelic colors bright and changing

Zig-zagging lightning in this migraine train

Dull throbbing’s the beat

Senses all ‘tized and urging defeat

A sickening feeling’s this psycho treat

Might as well enjoy Nature’s acid trip, it’s neat

Excuse me while I look at you transfixed

I’m here but my mind is currently mesmerized

A show that bizarrely I may count as a blessing

For otherwise I’d never witness this dazzling

And then it all begins to wane

I know that for many others, migraines are an awful pain

So I realize how fortunate I’m in this lane

Time ticks until it’ll begin again … And then I ….

Pink Elephants

Pink Elephants

In the desert I witness the wilderness, its disguise desolation

Where spilled water makes the guerilla life emerge then flee

Heat that’d bake apples on a tree

All’s hidden, it’s the earth topsy-turvy

In my solitary I’m intellectually

My conversations are soliloquy

I see my shadow and wonder it’s always lonely

Distractions from sun lit mesa in the badlands

Now grasslands and the illusion of desert

To me no dimension in my minds captivity

But I’m fooled as the fowls forage and find food

Another dimension that thrives hidden

Can I be that self-centered and smug?

To believe we’re alone, all there is, on this blue-green rug?

Beyond hypothesis to theoretical, where there’re alternative universes

And dimensions from four here to eleven out there

Beyond Blood

Beyond Blood

We suffer remembering the losses felt by those we’ve loved

For love’s an entangled sub-atomic thread

Sadness and joy felt as if gravity pulls

Even sweet lemons cringe your eye

Our wholeness matters for we’re holy matter

Extensions of The Light, our deep faith’s the light

Makes bright our minds with reason our guide

So we’re divine, with freedom to choose

Frequently emotion, feelings and intellect collide or disconnect

And the fall back’s to emotional default

Those entanglement tethers dictate and intellect’s in confusion’s state

Decisions made are desperate

So we discover our life’s rate beyond blood

That tribal ring dominating because we’re afraid of another Great Flood

It’s the primitive minds that embrace orthodoxy

Enlightened minds decide their advocacy

Their Existence

Their Existence

Faith revelation revealed life’s in everything, from The Light

The Framers recognized The Light, our Creator’s might

That freedom to pursue happiness IS an individual’s right

Liberty’s also, we’re free, we’re FREE, to think

To leverage the energy that makes good triumph over evil

The power of prayer but, faith’s the prerequisite anvil

And time, that human albatross to bear

‘Tis of no consequence for human’s are resistant and it’s a fare

I look askance at religion, for that’s manmade division

A fantasy like the bogeyman mixed with history and catastrophe

An early explanation to try and decipher metaphysically

Perhaps gotten hold of by those afflicted schizophrenically

The question of discovering divinity originally, vexes

Evidentially panentheist divinities, ‘Their Existence’, that decided our gift of choice

But devised evolution and allowed ignorance until?

The answer, that Their Existence exists, is seen in quantum mechanics’ evidence

Vanilla Sugar Cube

Vanilla Sugar Cube

Do you follow the sweet trail when love’s to no avail?

The clouds of melancholy always rumble

That empty area standing vacant

Abandoned by Cupid and longing for Sugar Cube

Romantic imagination’s an extra-ordinary station

Mind and emotion combined to desirable perfection

And then rises the craving that urges absolutely

For only emptiness surrounds, so the reach is for Sugar Cube

And when the taste’s found the pleasure isn’t happiness

It’s momentary and begins to decline

Disappointment after satisfaction flickers is a cut by sadness

The talons of the enemy disguised by its sweet called Sugar Cube

Now comes the regret within recrimination

Guilt unearned is the suicide of emotion

And nothing’s changed or shifted, then vanilla wafts

Realization you’re human, so it’s love or Sugar Cube

Saint Anger’s Glare

Saint Anger’s Glare

So you don’t believe that God’s panentheist?

Then look at the suffering street kitten or the starving child

Now declare that religion’s for the rational mind

Now dare to be self-righteous in your comfort zone

They prayed in vain when the gas ovens burst their brains

How many NAZIS did you count living free until their nineties?

Remember Phnom Penh when Khmer Rouge marched that City to death

Skeletal rib cages picked clean by vultures of the killing fields

Now dare to do that daily religious ritual that makes smug

Muttering blessings while accusing sexual difference of being evil

Don’t you see the contradictions covered by belief?

Doesn’t it make you think your premises are from a mind thief?

And mystics don’t you grin for it’ll become chagrin

Denying the mind in favor of feelings is a sin

There’s only one way to rely that mankind has humanity

It’s the rational good called sublime human nature, not charity

Under the Dark

Under the Dark

Hate is revenge’s sweet kiss

Allows you to kill their souls and never miss

It’s The Light’s way of soothing your soul

The Light of life in all that keeps you whole

Oh sweet hatred, that energy which rivals love

Sustains strength when it’s dark

Scrawled on prison walls and in the vengeful eye stark

Only fools turn the other cheek and have one eye, hark!

Keep an eye on guilt, for it’s a sneaky kilt

It’ll wrap itself round revenge and leave you suffering to wilt

But hate, in reasoned doses is yet a poison with satisfaction

Sustained it can destroy your mind, that’s insurrection

In the long run its use is like war

Taking it too far will leave you like a drugged worn out whore

Sweet is its successful conclusion

Unexpected and effective, a bullet from an angel assassin

Alice’s Place

Alice’s Place

When addiction’s your game the affliction’s sane

That driving force when your mind screams no!

The urge from within that screams craving

Ironic’s the optimism from the promise of tomorrow

I will today but won’t the next

Evil’s the reality for its always today

You know the cure that’ll make you pure

But it’s THAT mind brake stopping you

To overcome requires that The Light touches your soul

And then usually you’ll turn it to wreckage

Once more you’ll see the triggers that never relent

Again I turn to my torment

Tortured souls feel emotion’s extremes

Reaching heights or depths that become art

Hear their screams in strings, pictures or words

Normality can never be for those who love White Rabbit

Everything Identity

Everything Identity

Don’t allow time to direct your mind

Einstein’s revelation’s a curious find

The faster you go the slower you become

If panic sets in then time’s undone

But time’s a greedy fiend, without emotion

Consumes your lifetime in an unstoppable erosion

And when at times it strikes at nine

Its cold makes you shiver and remember you’re in mortality’s river

You travel in time to nostalgia that Utopia

It relieves the neuralgia from reality’s chronophobia

Imagination’s the logical conclusion which preys, so it’s a fall to dystopia

Wretchedness directs to the nearest bar and atychiphobia

Involuntary minds inflict your uncertainty

Makes to forget that now’s the future and eternity

We live in the present of time relativity

We’re the link between that and gravity

Moon Angel

Moon Angel

I work during the moonlit hours, my beat

Dressed to tantalize, tempt and treat

They wonder what’s under or maybe asunder

I cast disturbing urges that occur like thunder

It makes me feel good to be a Lady of the Nite

I turn white knights into dark lights

Their virginal sweethearts so smug

Together so trendy and snug

With me fantasies come alive

Free of that middle-class responsible jive

There’re no qualms, inhibitions or fake moral refusals

I shred that societal sanctimony and core religious hypocrisy

They call in their droves with cash in hand and lust in their eyes

My number hidden in their telephone’s archives

Their girlfriends and wives stabbed by their lies

At dawn I sleep while the guilty toss and turn remembering my passion cries

Conditions

Conditions

When the turn occurs you feel the cooling wind

For the temperature of life does become a fever

So your mind rushes and reaction gushes

At that point you think failure and hatred

Are you laughing within because you’ve known that din?

It jolts for it shows our vanities when we forget how thin is skin

Realizing vulnerabilities allows recognition of frailties

For when the temperature’s low, illusion is invulnerability

Humanity’s remarkable but also deadly

We know mortality is the end reality

I know and we have belief to assist faith

This complex blue marble, wreckage strewn our disgrace

No, we’re not our keepers, but morality is conscience

For we know we’re not chance and flinch at denial

Then rationality is goodness and to help others makes us smile

And yet, there’s that streak that makes us reach fever pitch

Defy

Defy

Energy in the peak zone is manic on a rave

The seduction to draw you into its cave

And depraved intention lives within

A shot between your eyes and you’re the fallen

This sadistic killer of your control

You’ll feel the destruction right to your soul

Then the sudden stop into sadness

Then you’re alone in the emptiness

Maybe you’ll reach bedrock’s safety

Perhaps you won’t and it’ll trigger insanity

In the mind there’re places that terrify

Once realized, you may be committed to Bellevue

Then psychedelic can be your acid future

Maybe lithium the alternative mental suture

Calmness and happiness those two impostors

But it’s preferable to reality’s monsters

Hidden Rainbows

Hidden Rainbows

Desert folk don’t believe there’re rainbows

They see the dry and wish that water flows

Yet in the domain of rain, bows are prism plentifuls

And during drying time you can watch the waterfalls

So reality exists even though you haven’t seen it

Within everything, life’s the conduit

For hidden from sight’s the Conscience

Until evidence upon attempted quantum observance

This is the light of Creation and everything’s its extension

There’s no separation, let’s use our minds not only observation

We never saw the manifestation that ‘nth second before Big Bang’s Explosion

I won’t close my mind to a multi-verse explanation

But how do I reconcile my mind that evil exists?

To folks that are suffering, rainbows are a colorless mists

Then faith’s the Light that’ll find hidden rainbows

Not a religion’s blight but strength from faith that runs within, continuous

Blue Tide

Blue Tide

Yes there’s entanglement, so why don’t you feel?

My mind’s been calling you, constantly is my deal

If I stood six feet behind, you’d wheel around

Perhaps my thought waves don’t carry up to higher ground

I see mind pictures of you that thrill me thru’

Attraction’s funny because it’s invisible but true

I chide myself for I know walls stand tall

But maybe this time, I’m on the side of the blue tide

Just look once in the direction of me

I know timing’s never perfect so the ideal’s past three

In the morn’ because that’s when red tide becomes blue

You see my true colors luminescent just for you

Think, think and remember you’re pretty

I know you believe you’re beyond being happy

So receive my thoughts and reflections in blue

The color of your eyes is a beautiful prize

Insanity’s Climb

Insanity’s Climb

The line between suicide and life’s frustration

It’s the barrier that prevents manifestation

Turmoil of the mind that inflicts such a crime

Fear’s the rising emotion saving that last dime

Strength is its presence that stops the hand

Look at that hand and realize friend or fiend

For that’s what takes the final command

So close, it makes me feel sick in my mind

Fragility and resilience is the fight within

Determined to stand and never give in

Surrender’s victory of the greedy and ignorant

Their putrid minds rule viscerally as religion is hate

This view isn’t dystopian and rejects the utopian

Reason as in rational is my savior into the open

Denying and destroying those mindsets of the schizophrenic

My savior named Ayn, my mind’s mother only second to mother

Maze

Maze

May’s gone and now the summer flowers

Already wilting and I hear the buzz

The insects that gather in the trees for the afternoon heat

Maybe mint julep would be an ideal Kentucky treat

I look back in time thru’ film noir

I’ve a feeling for that era, it’s happily sublime

Is reincarnation a drink of witch lime?

Perhaps dimensions send reflections thru’ time

In LA that amazing acronym

There’s Ravenswood the building

Art deco from a time when class and style rhymed

Mae West, if you don’t know her, you’re not worth the time

They’ve both gone but May will come again

And Mae will always be remembered for that’s West, Hollywood’s ten

Meantime there’s always black and white

When the story was the world at midnite

Opened Palms

Opened Palms

New beginnings clash with lingering emotions

Always the party crashers attempting disruptions

But the mental state is the prevailing rate

You’ll pay that at the end of the fight

Recognizable is happiness because I become Friday’s child

There’s no disguising sadness for then I’m Wednesday’s child

Alas overriding all is the melancholy cloud

And that’s known by all in their world where loneliness is found

The abandoned move in life with emptiness

When there’s been no father or mother, you have to guess

With trepidation because we don’t know

Not knowing how life works is a constant cold glow

So ‘twas absinthe or opium to overcome

But still right there is the cloud not gone

Where to now because life’s the price

For many I’ve tears, but for myself tough years