Ferdinand’s Way

Ferdinand’s Way

Islands of life, beacons of light

Sensitivities always heightened, sends them reeling

Difficulties in reaching out, expressions of longing

Smiles by day, angst by night

But passions can’t be quieted

This quilt called life is so for strength

To let yourself run free to explore and never be stilted

Never too old or young, age is in your mind, godammit!

You’ll always be happy about stolen sweetness

Times when life’s seriousness has been dissed

Pleasures that corral you with warmth

Linger and, that inner satisfaction grin remains at length

So we stop along life’s way everyday and let others rush by

These are times never regretted, happiness in your sigh

Resist the guilt that maybe you’re the only one

Rounding your happiness circle means you’ve won

Angling Tom Sawyer

Angling Tom Sawyer

Five sheets to the wind and that’s quite a lick

Pour out that tequila or is it gin reeking of tonic?

If I slide out the bar, with whom will I end up home?

The blonde, the brunette, red head or someone equally undone

Questions to ponder for the night’s still young

Daylight’s the conjurer and it weighs a ton

Somewhere in the mix, was a lover to stay

But you see I’m a wanderer and it rhymes with philanderer

Dammit do I laugh, because I’m one of those

Conformity irritates me and convention is an evil invention

So I search and have found, but they’ve all been me

And I’ve been them, always fighting to be free

How long until that difference runs out?

You know when it does because when she left it was empty all night

So now I turn and seek what I dismissed

To be on the sober solid way with one forever, off the stage and on track is tough

In Abstract War

In Abstract War

Suicide of the soul is the destruction

It is the first, for it’s you

Then follows all, but that’s only the visible

The pillars of Identity and self-esteem, is the vital

Does it matter where or how one reaches?

Self-righteous, ignorant and smug, are the preachers

Yet they mean no harm, they’re merely futile

It is impossible for the stable to understand the abyss

So the erosion toward destruction is meantime arrested

And normality resides within, all else forgotten

This is the tide of the elixir, woe betide

For it’s only until, but don’t you see, its life without threat

And so a smiling and happy demeanor

Yet, unemotionally, the melancholy lurks

The candle burns at both ends

Grant me the strength, but too gratitude for what the elixir attends

A Mona Lisa Gift

A Mona Lisa Gift

What d’ya do, when happiness comes around?

That full circle, you try and smooth from rough ground

For unhappiness becomes that comfortable crutch

It runs like water and fills as a large lunch

Transformation runs in any direction

It has no morals but only a predilection

To change, to acquiesce and soothe emotion

Its power and force of a psychological ocean

Happiness is always startling and can bring remorse

Looking back at what you’ve missed, kicking like a wild horse

But soon the realization thru’ a lightened feeling

That sentence of being Wednesday’s Child lifted, is a blessing

Happiness really is in the air because there’s no empty space

It fills quantumly as neutrinos blast thru’ body and face

Your mind into action, a chance comment upon a greeting

A connection that’s found in that instant, fleeting

Fumigation

Fumigation

And the meek shall inherit the Earth he laughed

Those vibrations went thru’ the tree and it shook with mirth

For such tales have long subdued humanity

Despite evidence to the contrary

Why do we persist in faerie tales to mislead?

Sublime human nature’s the only valid creed

Yet the tautology is human nature’s the scoundrel of our breed

In meekness and weakness there’s unhappiness indeed

It attracts the bully, predator and all other cowards

Strength is to resist and never surrender to blaggards

Then there’s the uncouth peasantry, with minds of minnows

Their world’s small, suffocating, familial and flat

So to avoid these diabolical disgusting scoundrels we must leave

It’s impossible to shift mindsets of that psychological cleave

To civilization we move, where quiet minds of thought reside

The clean air which is stupidity’s and boorishness’ insecticide

God Bless Pantera

God Bless Pantera

(dedicated to those who struggle to wake up on MONDAYS!! - or any day)

Forced to the edge of psychological survival, I can barely move a muscle

Realization that I’m a mortal is the logical conclusion and I chortle

Second Law, designed destruction, non-reversal is thermodynamics

And yet the code to resist inevitably resides within, inhibited, is nervous tics

See the nervous rich pay a witch

Her brew of concocted antidote

The sword of Damocles shivers excitedly

And takes aim for a time when it can strike at high optimism, like a vengeful male bitch

I reach deep to crack the code of morning manacles in my mind

Inside running and groaning, I climb the rough side

Will I find solace in hate or love, in stimulation or optimism?

My natural hate for convention and middle-class brainwashed morality

So I enter my created world in this multiverse

How smug and arrogantly sure are those that believe we’re THE creation

THAT irritation is the reason why we’re stuck in zero civilization

Heavy metal that tears and attacks is my salvation

Being Invisible

Being Invisible

But I’m in chains and I long to be free

You witness me from the outside, I’m fat you see

There’s the battle that takes all of me

The tears when I look and witness what’s normally

The kernel of unhappiness is self-esteem’s erosion

Society made the weapon and I’m the explosion

I’m human, yes really, but staring derisively eyes deny

Humanity made by divinity, unholy I cry

My resistance is in circles like the day

I will resist, but at the end of the day, I’m empty

Looking at the mirror shatters my image

Being invisible is a curse not a mirage

I don’t remember a soft touch or a hug

All my life the fight to not be your trodden rug

For society, destroying its sublime

Maybe I’m your reminder that “perfection is the enemy of good”

Dancing Invisibles

Dancing Invisibles

Music is defragmentation in this universe of nano particles

People that surround, intrude and disturb electrons

To walk between the molecules requires a musical guide

Their antidote’s execution of silence, a red tide

Is all music equal, a valid refrain

For one sort or another goes against the grain

Our ears are trained defining sound

It really is all physical, that twangs us round

So headphones, earphones and surround sound are blessings

Everything’s contained in the spells of Muses

Do they like your face, eyes or spirit to kiss you with phrases?

Embrace you unexpectedly and make the world artistically

Explore and discover beyond reaction

Innate urgings the desire to aspire

Learn to play, to sing and, compose for your extreme in lovers

We’re meant to be sublime, jettison the damn covers

Breathing Freedom

Breathing Freedom

When happiness grabs hold from a long darkness

It’s that sense of dance within

So you move across the room and let your soul begin

Movement that rivals Fosse to perhaps his chagrin

This sense of life that so often is a spark in a night

That optimism which fills as your enjoyment gives you thrills

So what if it’s illegal or not

It’s that freedom and, time means nothing

Freedom’s sense is when the magical faeries come out

The orbs sparkle, kiss you and protect

From the world of the sublime where we’re all kings or queens

And music is the charge of love

So extend your reality beyond mundane physicality

For the mind sets us free, not any decree

And transposes its spell into physical

The connection of infinity, light, the essence of all

Awesome Wave

Awesome Wave

In this world of sadness where happiness is forbidden

Perhaps there is an alternative universe where all’s forgiven

As “Wednesday’s Child” becomes “The Unforgiven”

But never surrender even when happiness appears to be stricken

The dark of the day is when the sun is highest

Demonstrating that light is mindset

Witness the empty vista where there’re no faces

Echoing are the sobs of the shy innocent

Do you know that affliction which wrecks life?

The one where the soul cringes and perennially dies in strife

So once more again and again that realization

An offence to find love and happiness, a tormenting mind affliction

So whereto now when even elixirs are found wanting?

To do what’s necessary and be gone the clown of emotion

Be good to you for that’s your foundation

In the heat of the day withdrawals, be a surfer and hang ten tough

Civilization Confrontation

Civilization Confrontation

Religion’s a derangement that destroys your mental arrangement

Allows emotional fantasies as you dance without responsibility

The requirement to think, that resilient fink

Leave your mind at the door, it’s not your fault if you drink and stink

A Catcher in the Rye is the promise for admitting sin

It’s irrational believing you’re a toy of the angel and the demon

You’re the victim they play tug-o-war with

Hapless you, without the wherewithal myth

But tap, tap, tap is relentless reason

You’ve been schooled in the West, where reason isn’t treason

Subconsciously deep you feel a sheepish clown

So up rises guilt and it’s time to run!

Religion upon high keeps fear as that damned key

Suffer yourself to one step short of unreasonable and you feel a righteous glee

But don’t forget to tip your dollar into the coffer

Now be gone until you line up once more for their profitable Sabbath day offer

And Under Clown White

And Under Clown White

The laugh of a clown is sadness deep down

The lie within us all – be brave Billy Brown

So we reach for religion or go out on the town

It might or not save us, but it soothes an inner frown

Then morning comes and the sun shines thru’

It’s the new dawn for those with strength that’s true

Perhaps a new dimension found that eliminates blue

Fight the inner sullen emptiness with morning dew

And when there’s nothing, you reach for the one in fantasy land

Debauched extremes, lover kisses and screams

Just for a while where there’s no melancholy vial

The mix from wherever, is champagne not vinegar

We exist, we’re light, the universe

Consciousness our uniqueness

Why the sadness that pushes destructiveness?

This isn’t chance or randomness, maybe artistic source

In Rich Red

In Rich Red

I see your form thru’ the darkness, my happiness

I trace your nakedness, bare truth

Nothing hidden as you sleep, there’s trust

All this and more, indeed lust

In that moment, did I witness your sense of life

As in the ‘nth second after creation

The invincibility that leads to continuance of life

Desire for you, each night is re-creation

D’you see the double-meaning within that?

Yet the concrete is no different

It’s the abstracts that are vital while the concretes are reality

In the abstracts its lust or love, reality makes that time

For lust is a fleeting moment

True love, a romantic’s eternal fulfillment

The romantic doesn’t sleep during the witching hours

They’re the ones that protect from the demons

Acid Popsicle

Acid Popsicle

Ever seen the jealous pricks with limited power?

Notice how they tend to be short and strut and glower?

Little tin-pot dictators with the personality of a flaccid dick

Inadequate is in their weak blood – someone married a sister

Suspicious is their emotion, always slithering

Cheap crooks that grab a dime here or hundred dollars there

Their overfed wives and spoiled children

Living in the bourgeois pit of a suburban cauldron

They feel so protected and smug

Risking nothing and clinging to mommy or daddy

Letting go is trauma even though they’re forty-four

But the resulting inhibitions and frustrations wreck their core

Obedience is their greed, the will their only creed

They look in the mirror and see no reality

For all their life has been one of convention superficiality

Humorless, superficial and bland identity

Ascendancy

Ascendancy

And when the manic comes, I hear the crickets of melancholy

They’re near and hidden in their dark corners of psychology

I’m in the prison of loves abandoned

In chaos is love’s random bed

Love’s the open display of truth

My barred identity declared as proof

My values I hold for there’s nothing else to behold

Don’t you see our substance reality?

For yes we’re the physical world

But that’s not forever and gets cold

We’re resonating strings seeking our song

Awareness within consciousness searching for that happiness

I can exterminate those damn crickets

That’d be finding my resonating limits

How many find the truth in love?

The anvil of idealism is a crucible within a treasure trove

In Risk and Consequence

In Risk and Consequence

Within deviation from expectation lives the consequence

So surprise is the result of ineloquence

The desire for anything therefore shades that risk in everything

In the end was it worth the reckoning?

Fear to do the good or rational is evil

It punishes innocence and torments as a ghoul

The familial, tribal and religious is its tool

How many cry as if forsaken by life, as its regret filled fool?

So raise reason to its deserved prominence

Reject the emotionalist minds of the irrational and superstitious

Try and minimize the wreckage wrought by the witch doctors, mullahs, Popes and rabbis

Live in Liberty’s freedom to risk and win accepting the calculated consequences

Alas, humanity’s resisting to be set free from its past

Civilization stuck in an irrational cast

Imprisoned in neurotic and sclerotic social systems

Fearful, mystical, humanist, superstitious and religious

Clash with Convention

Clash with Convention

In this world of entangled connection

Strings clash and that causes mental friction

For the unconventional is rebelliousness

So order that isn’t chaos raises fractiousness

No solution to this social fissure

There’s too much invested in tautological structure

Once again the ancients rule from the grave

Social pressure’s a primitive directive

For you see how convention attacks those that dare

Most of the world isn’t free or fair

Religion preaches hunger thru’ go out and bear

Humanism instructs abortion from its vacuous lair

It appears humanity’s dystopian

Afraid of uncovering energy and tying the fallopian

Perhaps the alien will rescue this myopia?

Fat chance, they witness the folly, blood and opia