Bewitching Sadness

Bewitching Sadness

Into the darkness of melancholy I drift

Then I see her sitting in a summer dress on a park bench

Her legs cross over and so my mood rises

On this blue sky afternoon, cheeky surprises

It’s your birthday she calls, in that sweet Texan drawl

My emotions rise as memories throw off their disguise

As in a dream, did mama just now embrace me?

So long ago when life was like cotton candy

And in dusk’s light, my imagination and memory run amok

And at any point other than immediate, it’s all the same stasis

As thunder rumbles from the melancholic clouds

Triggers the reminder that cracks those rosy spectacles

The significance of reality is awaking from a day dream

As I look across and see her beautiful blonde hair tossed and waved

Her nonchalance, her beauty, my trance

My gratitude to her for casting my spellbound soul dance

In My World

In My World

When the viewing opens it’s not like a dream

You’re awake and eyes wide open, lids closed

You know that state as it begins to awake

Its looks like an aperture crumbling into a widening opening

Mind’s relaxed in curiosity

But it’s being one with the picture velocity

Who decides, maybe what, the defining view?

There’s no clue but perhaps a common hue

I see scenery and, it was like a movie

A happy experience but no control

The same view’s not usual

I never know what to do, but remember the visual

White house on a cliff with greenery surround

Cherry blossoms with a mountainous background

But then too, there’re other views with faces of evil staring

Pray hard then, does this sound familiar to you?

Altruism’s Justice

Altruism’s Justice

Clouds are darkening but they see bright outlines

Optimism, the emotion of hope shines

But look to see what’s hidden

The glint thought to be the sun, a deadly weapon

The clouds are the disguise for anti-Semitism

South Africa once a Land of Plenty, wracked by humanity

Minds filled with hatred, the seeking for scapegoats

First they came for the Boer farmer, now they look for the Jew

Black racism with governmental power to eradicate

They’re murdering the White farmer and now goading the Jew

Suicide of a Nation is altruism’s ultimate price

For self-sacrifice is the method of Lucifer’s Lice

Those they attack are the Atlas’ that steady the stack

And when Atlas Shrugs, it’ll collapse and there’ll be no turning back

A country committing suicide is no place to be

Jews of South Africa, come to Israel and be free

Intermittent Sleep

Intermittent Sleep

Junkyard dog, loved but abandoned

Skirting the edge of self-pity

Licking wounds empty of kisses

Blood flowed easy from missteps

And after adrenaline when they picked the fight

Unearned guilt forced sadness, it’s never right

The winds of life ridden by decisions

Innocence and ignorance cause romantic delusions

Belief that the hands outstretched would never hit

Belief that there’s benevolent destiny for gentility

But rude awakenings waited

And reality is loneliness on an island non-existent

So the toughness became unrepentant

Confusion when kindness and a loving hand touches

Not knowing what to do is their indictment, then the realization

But it’s late now and, yearning for another chance somehow

And Then Light

And Then Light

As insanity screams its callous call

To wreck each day as it begins to fall

Tenuous holds are the pathways to addiction’s open arms

The hatred for sympathy, for empathy, is in reality a mirror

Constant shortfalls to reach the attainable

So frustrations are mocking metaphysical slaps

Yet known is the cure, for it’s the resolution of fear

Saint Georgina, my Princess, the manifestation is pure

So I delight in this while the pain of fear wracks me

Before me the chasm that my mind put there

It exists but also doesn’t, my heroine demands my bravery

Our common hate, my mind brake

I have to step into the chasm with uncertainty

That’s my declaration of love for her and my sanity

Then my mind brake WON”T exist

And Saint Georgina becomes my eternal beloved, I’m kissed

Afrikaner Voices

Afrikaner Voices

Nations that claim for freedom and justice

You hear them internationally, with vehemence

But silence reigns and blood rains

Onto the earth of South Africa, from White farmer veins

Racism’s the bastion of the boor, cowardly attacking the Boer

Savages in their element, genocide of the White man called

Heard so loudly and clearly, now echoing thru’ civilization’s halls

The African National Congress brazen and without doubt or appall

They’ve been enabled by the silence of the West

Encouraged to do their murderous, primitive best

And the guilty pronounced so because they’re WHITE

So suffer the little Afrikaner children, as Dingaan’s betrayal’s reprised

But the ANC murderers overlook the past

There came Blood River to avenge and cast

Victory before God and the Afrikaner swore that day

An oath to hold holy, Blood River’s fray

Broken Pendulum

Broken Pendulum

We’re born tabula rasa, the essence of free will

Like no other, empty and ready to fill

It’s up to your first years to decide what kind of individual

Give me the first seven said the Jesuits and you’ll be mine forever

The tether to mother can be a link like no other

Does she teach you to think or be a supercilious fink?

But minds are pulverized into subservience and obedience

By religious creed, mystical cult and irrational influence

Confusion between egotism and egoism’s Nietzsche versus Rand

Destiny in your hands to decide dictator or President

Successful Nation’s no accident but deliberate

Alas the world’s filled with tribal, racial divisive idiots

So we get to winning by denying emotion outright

It’s by desire and effort and not anyone’s by right

Your mind’s the strength that’s your real armor

Your mind Francis, your MIND, is your only defender

Anti Pathy

Anti Pathy

When bad mood rises, its daggers and needle

Maybe it’s because Suzie baby can’t put her hair in a curl

Perhaps witnessing cruelty metaphysically

When realization strikes, that Divinity’s essentially a deist entity

Yet then I see her face in the morn’ light, essence of gorgeousness

And bad mood subsides, all’s happy sweetness

How flighty and fickle are emotions, they tickle me Elmo

Pain and ecstasy within a second, describing humanness

We’re so rubbery yet still get caught in silly shrubbery

The forgetfulness that’s always linked to regret

Once emotion has shattered the glass, we remember it

But it’s too late as it’s been heard when said

So this is the abstract, always a lesson needed to be learnt

With consciousness the ability that combines all points into one

Irritating faces, that it’d be better if they all looked like no-one

But that’s humanity and we’ve no choice, like this rambling random soliloquy

An Art Lesson

An Art Lesson

(dedicated to the star from Pahrump, NV. RIP)

Stifling the mind’s a stretch to the incredulous

Beware of the mind alchemists, their sleight of intelligence

Using evidence to extrapolate into fiction

You can identify them when they declare in Politician

Now this is a language that fires imagination

A dance that moves from floor to the light fantastic

And before you’re aware, can find yourself in plastic

Always carry that lightning defying ground stick

Concept’s the destroyer of magic

Built upon reality by the champion named Logic

It’s always tempting to step into fantasy

Do you really want belief rather than gravity?

We’re an attraction to those that pilot UFO’s

Witness the evidence on Pentagon videos

And Roswell’s the mama and papa of all shows

Better not confuse love with afterglow

Altruism’s Poison

 Altruism’s Poison

For the good of humanity, the greater good, what clarity!

Trite words that slither and slide, escaping scrutiny

The tautology’s to link words with justice and candy

A lie brought to you by, Never Mind the Minority

Altruism raises its evil head from the sacrificial altar

Hear its praises read, by the morality dictators

But there’s no momentary pause to think on what they’ve said

For we know that rational self-interest’s a sin to dread

And this minority, that’s the smallest of all

It’s you the individual, the only valid call

Liberty politically is usurped by the group

Explodes it into oblivion thru’ an unearned guilt coup

And emotions become that of the schadenfreude voyeurs

Forced to deny “I”, creates angry, suspicious airs

So failure and sacrifice of another becomes sport

Cannibalistic society’s the thief become king and no recourse

And Strings Attached

 And Strings Attached

Melancholy’s my home, living in the seas of sadness

Wednesday’s child, a destiny of lovelessness

Universe of entanglement, the curse of constant opposite

Reach out beyond my gravity and I discover absolute uncertainty

My mind, the mind, closest and only entity that makes us humanity

To think emotionally is the savage named emotionalist

We’re born tabula rasa, virgins of our planet

We’re cast by superstition, religion, nationalism and tribal into the dystopian

The fight’s for volition to be done thru’ reason

Consciousness our unique human realization

All these building blocks that come together chipped and scarred

Miraculous the existence of sublime human nature not charred

So we’ve the choice to make for there’s no excuse, for adult’s sake!

Drink sake and awake with a headache?

Out from the confused jungle of arrogant humanity, I stumble

Gathered and rational, from nano particle to physical, am I the alien?

Air Con Life

Air Con Life

Tarmac melting, a hundred degrees outside

August height of the summer tide

As humans we seek balance onside

Bright, hot, humid is summer’s grueling ride

Air conditioning running in the silence at home

Open the door and it’s that sudden chill

When you step inside it’s a thrill

A darkened cold room and everything’s still

Then the adjustment to comfortable

But that too’s a personal view

Sasha was my love from Ufa

Her idea of comfort was winter

In the fall she’d still feel too hot

On went the air con and I’d shiver like a boiling pot

But that’s life, ironic or a paradox

See, it depends on your view, do you mix your sox?

Lucy’s Down

 Lucy’s Down

Lunacy of the perfectionist is Lucy’s clown

Why’d you think she goddamnit moves the football Charlie Brown?

She knows the lines and the way

This comic Belichick chick’s a perfectionist

So clear the ground to see it’s flat and sound

Inspect the mound and pat it down

But notice the frown on Lucy’s face

Frustration ripples thru’ the crowd because it’s not satin and lace

She’s noticed a scuff mark in the dust

Call out the groundskeeper before she explodes to bust

Stand back as dearest L once more inspects

All clear she smiles, as sweat runs down everyone’s back

Oh Ms Fussbucket’s a joy when she smiles

But don’t be fooled into thinking its all clear for miles

Her mind’s eye sees everything Euclid’s way

No touchdown, the team knows its Archimedes’ death ray!

Aristotle’s Lyceum Lick

Aristotle’s Lyceum Lick

The death of thought’s in concrete blinkers

To see what’s wrought you must discern as thinkers

For abstract’s the mind and is the savior of Humanity

We’re beings created in that image, of Divinity

Actions raise emotions into reactions

Difficulty’s being taught to delay thru’ inaction

To glean the commonality thru’ your algebraic process

That amorphous link hidden by emotional distress

For emotion is distress to the mind

It cares not whether negative or positive kind

All it wants is the good for you

So make your default rational, into logic’s queue

Importance of this is easily dismissed

And that’s the hope of hucksters and tricksters

At every level right thru’ life including political

Seeing the abstract’s a mindful gift that’s perennial

And The Moon

 And The Moon

Time resides in special and general relativity

I know I’m stuck in the special rut

For I’ve one speed constantly, I reckon

Because it always ends up in the tardiness section

Sigh, the faster I think I go the slower I become

In my world the clock moves faster as time slows down

An ode to those souls who like me can’t fathom time

Honestly, I’ve no idea how others do it, its sublime!

Therefore I’m the ridiculous and I accept that line

D’you know the surprise when I’m on time?

It feels early and the birds have barely woken

Their morning coffee or chestnut barely ground

Yet at night I’m alive and sleep’s for the zombies

Time moves quick for me and excitement’s The Moon

My guitar hugs me and Savannah, that’s her, plays

It’s during the day she grumpy and her bright eyes glaze

Destiny’s Decision

 Destiny’s Decision

Do you want to become an Atomic Nation?

The reach for the future into higher Civilization

It’s about technology, energy Liberation

Yet, there’s the baggage of political disintegration

Governing thru’ Identity Politics, ending in recrimination

For reality shows similarity doesn’t mean inclusion

That devolution from rational

Sliding down into the emotional

The failing nations see electricity supplies wane

They suffer energy rationing, bringing pain

This simple equation that tells the future

Leaving carbon for fission fusion is the winning picture

The jury stands adjourned witnessing this struggle

It knows the facts and conclusions, in humanity’s jungle

The jury’s Destiny and she bends and wilts according to dictate

Decision time resides in the ancient battle between Plato and Aristotle

A War

A War

My mind turned against me

All I didn’t want was set free

Ranging, urging and cajoling

My weaknesses become controlling

The excuses are always comforting

Just knowing the evils are near

Then the happiness when it feels time

Only a little or once more, destroying the sublime

Eventually it’s passed and I’m back to real

Regret rises and it becomes regression

For now I relive and it’s a circle of admission

So I’m disgusted with me and lash out at my past

Who constructed this psyche that can annihilate?

Who contained and whipped my brain to violate?

For I live with this torture, a constant fight

Strength and weakness rollercoaster, yet I’ll never surrender

After All

After All

There’s no emptiness in space, only within humanity

An emotion of suffering, happily admitting no mercy

That human reaching for momentary happiness

Finding only regret and unearned guilt

Yet what’s the alternative to invisible suffering?

That conflict within, mind versus emotion

I cover my face in the swirling reality

The panic that rises, once the downside sets in

See again and again, and then to reconcile within

This psyche that allows emotion, feeling and mind differences

Beware the nihilism that lurks ready

It wins often and seeks me as a victim

But I deny it and it subsides like the coward it hides

For it seeks only the frail and the lonely

And the end’s “oh what’s the use”

Remember that “I’m the use” and you’re never obtuse

Ayn Rand’s Light

Ayn Rand’s Light

Liberty’s the individual right to your life

Yet look around and see many in strife

And government, supposedly protecting

Colludes and connives in the destructing

Rise of the collectivists, they swear fairness

In reality the group, denies humanness

Rise of religious fences, they teach faithfulness

In reality they indoctrinate obedient togetherness

These evils parading as goodness and holiness

They destroy minds and terminate the Individual state

Inculcating fear and building the prison of unearned guilt

Independence and deserving happiness, each declared an evil thought

Where to when these ideas’ time has come?

To rebelliousness by the incorrigible that preach self-esteem

That no human is a sacrificial animal or their brother’s keeper

That “I” is the only truth and, altruism is the most evil pretender

Dystopian Poison

Dystopian Poison

Religion, domain of the intellectually deranged

Torturers of thought, they alchemize evil into just

Of the Left and the Conservative, mystic to theist

They look at the tears from victims and say serves you right!

Condemn this confliction in dogma

The result of rationalizing insanity

Unearned guilt visited upon the innocent

Sacrificial souls in order to create the future

For then they’ll be cleansed and born into the culture

Victims became the necessary sacrifice for the power vulture

Open declaration that the dictators have done divine work

Could it be any more abhorrent than that?

Rationalization saves them from logic’s stabbings

Altruism, their common sacrificial motto

Shut off and blinded by their fear

Truth doesn’t set them free

Desert Dust

 Desert Dust

Oppression by religion, into the dungeon with you!

Or, let go your mind, you’ll be kept sound

But evil lurks and takes its pound

The preacher turns around and declares you deserved the shot round

You struggle in agony and add in angry

This clown before you has announced that evil’s justice’s guy!

What’d you do that earned this desert?

For punishment comes as easy as dirt

Thus said the preacher, his voice filled with dead cert

Do you declare Liberty absolutely?

Then why’d you have belief in absurdity?

Religion doesn’t mean knowing, but constrict and masochism

A schism between human and living

In unhappiness and unearned guilt, indoctrinated and cult

The metaphysics of madness where the perpetrator’s the angel

All this navigated, beware to notice the ironic angle

Gallant Knight

Gallant Knight

Witness a busy street filled with stores and offices

A daytime bustle and even a hustle, maybe Van McCoy

Quieting time arrives and the resemblance is to dull archives

Cold’s the face of shut buildings with unseeing glassy eyes

And as the street lamps shine, notice basement lights

Echoing beats begin to fill the empty street

Walking and sashaying soles and heels click

The night face of the street has begun its slick

New crowds, smaller but with laughter and excitement

It’s down below into the clubs, bars and dens for entertainment

The currency’s still money, but sexiness and beauty star

World of the night, the day time seems so far

Work day time is one speed of slow

Play time the knight, is a shining gallant rushing glow

Comes the dawn and see the many yawns

They’ll drag themselves later to once more the busy street in the ‘morn

Face Book’s Cake

Face Book’s Cake

Where’s the line between government and private?

Power rises when any entity dominates

Not monopoly which is granted by autocracy

But power thru’ popular technology

Social media’s a phenomenon as never before

Rules set by the creators, now THAT’S familiar lore

But come’s a time when users thru’ osmosis, attach

Who then decides the rules of morality and free speech?

For popular is population in numbers

All contribute equally to the creator’s coffers

So the comfort of private prerogative shifts

No less as from nano-particles to physics

Size does matter, just ask any interested lady

But for Face Book and the others it carries responsibility

It means restricting speech freedom is a bias attack

Enough of The People stirred, could force a Newtonian attack

Forehead Branded

Forehead Branded

Milestones of mankind have been profound

The rise from the primitive to civilization zero

The most vital was discovery of the mind

Brought mankind from confusion to hero

But old men with vested interests

Subjugate women and dictate patriarchal commandments

Their self-esteem in tatters because belief to them matters

Their self-esteem shredded because to egotistical chauvinism they’re wedded

How were these missteps of fear committed?

This sin against themselves they brought against humanity

Where the mind is rejected, that to think’s a crime

Where belief rides on fear and logic hammers, they’re found wanting in faith

So cults arise, the patriarchal surprise and, governments adhere

Weighed down with superstition and confusion erects sustainable fear

These are all idiots that would have Jesus cleansing the Temple once more

Pretense of faith with fear the emotion sees Judas Iscariot their branded peer

Failure Bequeathed

Failure Bequeathed

Benefiting humanity’s a meaningless emotion

Bromide of the ignorant, that destroys

The only reality is metaphysical certainty

And that’s rational self-interest achievement, maybe even financially

Emotion’s a hot house that oppresses

It drives and shifts humanity like seeking relief from high humidity

The difference’s profound consequentially

Depending on which side propels, decides Liberty

For “helping humanity” rides politically

To succeed rationally selfishly, establishes sublime human nature naturally

It’s the Atlases of mankind that hold us up, Ayn

It’s the altruists that tear us down

And yet, look at the wreckage wrought

Those that dictate and even those who don’t

Alas, it’s been those declaring for capitalism, that’ve failed us most

In disguise they’ve sided with the dictators, greed ignoring altruism’s ghost

Artistic Tantrum

Artistic Tantrum

All art’s the same, never mind the name

It’s emotion into mind, sustained by mind

All its forms are expressions that soothe

Allocated to the means, perhaps randomly, maybe intelligently

But frustration’s the joker

What comes easy is release but then the look over

The painter sees the writer, writer sees the poet

Poet sees the guitarist and …. multi-faceted becomes desire

So satisfaction is a rainbow

Can I ever catch it or find the source’s flow?

For then I’ll be all the muses

Consequentially, would I blow all the fuses?

Y’see to be the artiste requires our deep unhappiness

Dissatisfaction and fractured love, infuses wretchedness

Night is our day and, day is hell fire for we see all

But we’re blessed because we have no gray