Chimes

Chimes

The bonds that tie and melting emotions

Intruding ideas of loss, a terrifying commotion

The bliss of childhood and youthful innocence

Then you’re an adult and understand penance

Loss is the ultimate winner

Don’t be fooled by satisfaction after an ideal dinner

Just as candles that burn and then adjourn

Happiness is always a timed sojourn

That’s why it’s the poet’s and artist’s intention to be a witness

It’s the philosopher’s task to fathom direction

The intellectual’s work to explain and educate

The job of all to demand only truth and never prevaricate

So important is to be truculent cognitively

Rejecting dissonance and to stand bravely

Reality is objective and stretches physically to quantumly

Happiness is dependent on acting rationally

Waves AND Particles

Waves AND Particles

Writing, painting, composing, playing, singing

Within those are emotions and mind combined

Result is driven because you’re riven with that urge

It must be expressed or you’ll be on the verge

It’s on the edge and the extreme’s always felt

The screaming within and time becomes nothing

Thinking’s synergized with doing, so what exists?

It seems only emotion for that’s what persists

But it’s also not for that’s irrational

Trying to identify exactly what!

So the usual self-analytical trial and tribulation

Reducing everything to a common denomination

The answer’s found in the sub-atomic

Where everything’s potential and nothing’s certain

This comes down to the essence of human definition

The driver’s divine inspiration

And Then Some

And Then Some

Clocks direct conformity thru’ minuteness

For the seconds tick or flash and launch anxiety

Why must it be the morning rush, a truly loony deity?

For disobeying that puts one in an eccentric category

There’re those that prefer night to day

An innate tendency to be up all night on sleep delay

Comes the sunlight and it’s time to sleep tight

Perhaps in a previous existence they were kitty cats?

So it’s not surprising that artistes think of daylight as crass

To see every nook and cranny, is like knowing what granny looks like in undress

Far better darkness with lights and shadows

Then chic is glitzy and seduction ritzy

An altered world where strangeness isn’t

Just think of how many prejudices might be finked

When confronted by difference there’s immediate defense

This human condition that’s neurotic over difference

Witness

Witness

You witness the tale of trauma in her eyes

The terror in her face that cried

Where sickness tried to deny her life

But she fought and with her doctors triumphed over strife

Her story of reality facing eternity

But courage and modernity denied fatality

It terrifies but mollifies witnesses

It brings frivolity to a stop and it’s stark

Gratitude each day for being in health

For there’s no greater wealth

As grandma said, then you can go thru’ anything

The richest man would give all and be a poor foundling

So we celebrate and see her beauty

Her strength and character holding out thru’ nights

Courage and bravery is really not thru’ do and dare

It’s the strength to never surrender

Under Sky

Under Sky

Arrogance and conceit’s such a human trait

There’s this constant beat about being special or unique

The only ones, the chosen ones, the derisive speak

Too many believe theirs is the truth, the pique!

Ignored is behavior and the mountain of skulls without a peak

Wretched humanity where destruction’s the trick

For the irrational beast walks around safe and yawns

Bodies became numbers and abortions the norm

The ultimate’s that we’re in this universe, alone

Galaxies galore, billions of stars with exoplanets by the score

Can alone or unique be a serious think?

Ignorance rather than anything else and how tasty the Kool-Aid drink

Told so by those we trust along with the tale of the Rye

Our minds breed comfort and we’re snug if we cry

But reality doesn’t accept emotion. notion or lie

It forces us to look up to the night sky and admit we can’t deny

Jester Set

Jester Set

My emotions are lit and explosions chaotic

I see my past and get teased with the future narcotic

Frustrations are that it’s all now, so it makes me neurotic

Decisions stymied because I’m a coward somehow and that’s idiotic

So Destiny teases me and I see both simultaneously

A clash within as synapses fire in confusion and, dastardly

I’m left with a mindset both elated and upset

A rollercoaster of sadness and happiness, the jester set

I know her name, but not her name

The first triggers soul pain, the other’s a guess in vain

But I want both to call my name

I sit in the silent cold, my emotions suffering chilblains

There’s no solution to this emotional execution

There’s only resolve in resolution to start my romantic revolution

Tabula rasa’s a slate too far, to eradicate romantic scars

But I know they strengthen me and true love IS in my stars

Void

Void

Reality of existence undeniable

Human interaction unavoidable

Nature of relations vital

Look me in the eyes I see my void

Sadness of existence the NO inevitable

Momentary happiness for some the most gettable

Betrayal by one’s humanness inability to happiness

Mind brake breaking soul foundering in the void

Break the mind prison - the jailer evasive

Emotionalist mind so invasive

Calm that mind think reason act regardless

Clash of culture - mentality superfluous

Sweet girl dancing so wistfully

Anoint me that we both break the mold happily

Last act to round the circle to imprison the jailer

Let us be free to love to lust – no blackmailer

Vulnerable

Vulnerable

When you look and the emotion rises

You feel the connection to what, and enter the world of sunrises

For then up is down and all the rest an equal round

If life WAS weightless, might it be fiction or has eternity been found?

That zone of forever which lasts seconds or never

Sometimes you feel that as you fall asleep and fear grips as you enter

Will you wake or do you care, feeling over time, that’s tiredness’ ether

Strange how we move from one moment to another forever

The kiss of abstract is happiness as a blessing

It defends your longing and pretends you’re singing

Necessary, as the strike of reality can be harsh without armor

You’ll feel that hit but the tears and pain will be a brief encounter

Sadness in the main is a flight to nowhere sane

It’ll wreck you with intent but is an inescapable cane

To reveal to oneself that core soul is difficult, even in writing

But look up into your eyes and discover the truth in waiting

Wakefield’s Wake

Wakefield’s Wake

Awash in belief and superstition, the grip of the Inquisition

Incantate and close your eyes to block your mind

If you hope and deny, it’ll all be lined

Alas, the derangement of The Enlightenment

Aristotle’s child, the method to the moon

Assisted by Newton, they traveled and returned

Political will crashed in the jungle of blood

Suffer science, its better to believe in the flood

Comfort and fat makes lazy the fact

As the body goes so the mind stirs fear to act

Liberty requires courage and bravery

Batten down reality and make vaccinate depravity

So once again rises disease and the Dark Ages

Bleed the child and kill the cat for its bad nature stages

Let feelings become leanings and emotions a devotion

Revert to the druids’ oak and mistletoe magic potion

Waking

Waking

Cold whisper brings the shudder of the dawn

Sudden waking then remembering the storm

Alone is always the realization which casts a pall

But that first instance in a harsh new day is a fall

The warmth now gone, the form is a coffin

Without love’s soul it’s the now of sufferin’

Grasping mind as emotions push and fight to drown

Quick breaths to run but as always, trapped is the clown

Am I hated by destiny or is she my forging mate?

Always dwelling in the depths of strength I wait

Where is love’s embrace that I may surrender my fate?

Chilled thru’ is no reward as time is a merciless traitor

I will not abate my values for warmth bought

For I have to look in the mirror and sleep with my thoughts

So onward searching for the grail of love

Waking until then with a shiver to the sounds of doves

Walk

Walk

I walk through this dimension without dissension

But I feel as if I exist only, without possession

Natures’ ordained are the human claims

No matter how loud the call, silence remains

A mess in my mind and emotions without foundation

The motions of life, heavy solitary confinement situation

No prediction, for the next day I may feel sick or well

Struggle to go forward fighting within but flawless without

Disguise my fight for sympathy disgusts

Leads to self-pity and that is the ultimate sacrificial lust

To share my world is the betrayal of trust

Love is making a world the way it can be, filled with faerie dust

Walk around the ignorance and hate the closed

Comfort zones that condone get up my nose

Tread carefully carrying certainty of reality

This is light and shines bright for reason is my epistemology

Walk On Glass

Walk On Glass

Dark atmosphere envelops and the demon of nihilism develops

Wrecked souls is this parasite’s demonic domain

Our human frailty of clashing chemicals

Fear, the human anesthetic that lays out reason’s clear

I awake with this unfolding on my mind’s stage

Genesis once more each day, I know not whether I’ll fly or cry

I reject the panaceas of convention

I use my strength to deny the demon’s attention

I know my happiness flames that light the day

They burn magnesium bright and take me to play

But nothing is permanence declares the evolutionary message

Adapting to that acceptance is strength, the human courage

The war within is getting to stand alone

Where the agony of angst sacrifices none

Never seeking pity or sympathy but a heroic figure become

For in the end we have ourselves for eternity and that is our eternal legacy

Walk the Sidewalk

Walk the Sidewalk

How many worlds of lonely souls?

Always hitting chins on the edge of cold

Their warmth inanimate, brings tears dry

An inward sob that forces them to lie

Walk the sidewalk with eyes downcast

Pain can be seen but pity is worse than outcast

Sounds of happiness are voices but they hear only theirs

Torment is made more bearable to their ears

But they make happy for the mind is their counselor

As the lonely know so well their inner formula

Strength is their coincidence which is itself a smile

But there’s no free so look for the broken straight-edge dichotomy

Vices that hold and the struggle that bites

See, this world is godless and neither hope nor prayer fights

No shame for they’re not cowards of life but risk again

The cuts and abuse just make determination the defiant pain

Walking Back

Walking Back

Birthed to rise and sail onward to selfish reward

Fighting for values taught to be stalwart

Yet there’s one lingering demon in humanity’s fall

Hanging with reluctant surrender and standing too tall

See its red pathway colored in innocent blood

Hatred because of a difference in creed, color or cub

The words of Martin Luther King Jr still the prayer for love

Humanity needs to play, blind man’s buff

But the prayer falls on ears listening to their own shouts

Still those raised fists in black and white hooded sheets

Twisted cross, hammer and sickle, all the Leftist neophytes

Choice to ignore history and validity of reason and rights

Within are the innocent and the guilty that believe in the kilt

You’re one of us or one of them if you tilt

Hatred’s emotion accusing the purer of heart to be a sellout

Death is from within where irrational emotion is a suicide pact

Wall

Wall

Hit the wall of happiness and get hit by falling bricks

Battered with sadness the hurt is not licks

One whack too much turns the soul out

Now even a whisper is a graze that makes a shout

The wall is an angel that’s shy of a touch

Heat is felt the nearer flown, from its torch

Color from red to white is the illusion of success

Reach to caress and that hand is made an abscess

Bewilderment is the lasting constant

No reverting to innocence and life is not lenient

What to do when it all turns out wrong?

Decide if it’s fake and been leading all along

Walls of the mind and actions of others not kind

Betray emotions that raise self-pity and bind

Condemning is so easy when happiness is that wall

Of those that seek to escape by a dream the squall

Wall Around

Wall Around

Reach out to touch and nothing is found

Want to say something and nobody’s around

Walk outside but there’s nowhere to go

Listen for the sound of happiness but there’s only no

Feel the sadness within for being left without

Tears stuck inside for the wall is so tight

Look into the mind’s eye and the face is empty

Alone in the universe for heaven is merely fantasy

Smile in the stranger’s way and see them scowl

Unhappiness is their way and they’d rather howl

Broken minds are deliberate actions you find

Dissatisfaction from being raised for perfection is their bind

Yet you’re joyful and free when you see the kitty flee

Fingers will point that you’re childlike with glee

It’s meant as an accusation or a rueful envy

Determine never to shift away from that natural cheery

War Mist

War Mist

The destruction of the West was commenced when reason was defeated

The saving of the irrational that evangelizes altruism

Unearned guilt and self-sacrifice, the evils that corrode

Destroyed individualism, that the White man becomes the scapegoat

See the Left raised high by the media of distress

Based on the lies that Liberalism is the angel of the oppressed

Truth is damned and it’s burned and wrecked

See the savages destroy the statues and be frightened of a flag at rest

Democracy that evil of majority rule

Where law is not what’s rational but that which is cruel

Moral courage is the first casualty and its collapse is the fuel

So the mobs come out and everyone wants to be loved by those louts

But blame is apportioned according to color, not deeds

None stand for the individual but the group or creeds

Who can see thru’ a storm concretely?

It’s the inevitability of logical conclusion that’ll win the day

War Once More

War Once More

Once again the clock turns back

Sad old Leftist Socialist Liberal train is on the track

Pretending it’s not broken with oil dripping and it slipping

Worn out phrases and lies the soft minded are sipping

Yearning for mawkish times in their imagination of mime

Full and hearty they ignore the economic death from time

This time it’ll be different is what they always chant

Hope-filled faces and worn out phrases in an irrational slant

Trusting so willingly in government they surrender Liberty

They see their reflections, feel their warmth and believe its surety

Tax the rich and deride the capitalist

Trample on jobs and destroy what’s built

Unintended consequence is the dereliction

Abandoned reason for unadulterated emotionalist treason

Look around as babies die and mothers cry

No innocence but earned guilt when socialists try

Once again the clock turns back

Sad old Leftist Socialist Liberal train is on the track

Pretending it’s not broken with oil dripping and it slipping

Worn out phrases and lies the soft minded are sipping

Yearning for mawkish times in their imagination of mime

Full and hearty they ignore the economic death from time

This time it’ll be different is what they always chant

Hope-filled faces and worn out phrases in an irrational slant

Trusting so willingly in government they surrender Liberty

They see their reflections, feel their warmth and believe its surety

Tax the rich and deride the capitalist

Trample on jobs and destroy what’s built

Unintended consequence is the dereliction

Abandoned reason for unadulterated emotionalist treason

Look around as babies die and mothers cry

No innocence but earned guilt when socialists try

War Within

War Within

The fight for normal is part of me

Struggle to maintain how I ought to be

These words so simple yet without equal

Make me feel good are not words whimsical

War within is the tussle to keep living

Control my mind to control my hands that keep giving

Nature perverse or a divinity’s curse

It don’t matter what’s in the purse

Hear the mundane scream that they hate their routine

It’s not recommended but the alternative is dream

So you smile and contemplate, is that all?

You don’t see the pained mind and hate for the mirror on the wall

Each day that lights bright is a new beginning after night

But each time too the candle is less with both ends in the night alight

Yet I know to stop the burn now would save a life

All it takes, is the mind and hand show, all it takes ……..

Warmth of Hatred

Warmth of Hatred

Evil are the bitter old men in their dirty dens

Envious of youth they reflect upon their regrets

Desert is their curse as they remember their sins

Cast upon the young called their daughters and sons

They deserve no sympathy for they murdered empathy

Wretched anger and arrogant temper their philosophy

As they die and are dead they’ll be remembered

Filled with regret is the curse upon their diminishing head

Dust they’ll become while their hapless scion look on

Their weakness the strength of a child they spat upon

Hatred of the gray head where lies and deceit reside

They can never be forgiven, not even God on their side

Is this you or are you one of the lucky ones?

Protected by a mother that energized

For combating the scourge of the father is your mind

Channeled toward reason, defeating the evil arrogant kind

War’s Negator

War’s Negator

The line between avenge and revenge

Cause and affect is the hinge

If anarchy invades society

There’s no innocent or guilty

Never lose focus of the smallest of all, we, individually

For he or she is you and me unequivocally

The second we can’t see that natural identity

Then the right to life is recognized dictatorially

Purity of arms rests in morality

Temper and wanton anger are fuels for irrationality

Self-control and cold calculation reside within rationality

For one day the enemy can become peacefully

Strength principally and physically is the arbitrator

Weak resolve leads to surrender and is the agitator

Fear is the poison that allows war and destroys Liberty

Only freedom without constraint rescues and is the negator

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

Way

Way

Your cherry juice lips are my wine

Almond eyes my angels divine

Your laugh an intense nervous song

A Smile that lights my destiny’s furlongs

I hold you in love but you are out of reach

Your bright shine and hidden dark corners sleek

Fighting a world that has tried to wear you down

I see your soul hidden by an armor gown

I tried to leave you, my metal string temperament

I discovered my sound was dulled and destroyed

My soul began to cry and misfire

I dragged myself in suffering hellfire

You are my song that never left

I suffer in emotional purgatory in limbo, cleft

My head case reality, my destiny

Kiss me under the moon light of agony

Wayward

Wayward

Who loves you will bake you cake

They’ll hug you and it’ll ache

You’ll always feel loss when you love

The minute you part even if it’s only to the floor above

But there’s the lesson that’s the rub

It’s a balancing act like moving water in a bath tub

Questions of existence when emotions arise

Is this divinity, nature or a biological surprise?

Best view reality and work back thru’ rationality

Self-analytical can be a self-slap enduring critical

Is this really me for I don’t think it’s ideal what I see

Making life mistakes – it ain’t how I thought it’d be

But change or shift can stop short shrift

How human ‘tis to be, regardless of your drift

You see you must for your own sake, be that free

For time is the enemy, so start it now infinitely

We’re the Scarred

We’re the Scarred

Don’t bless me or you’ll make me cry

Don’t hug or caress or kiss me for I might die

So cold this world filled with loneliness

Façade world where images of love taunt

Addicted to feel artificial love as the drug kisses

Nobody to see, nobody to care if it hits or misses

Look at me so normal as I smile with hidden sadness

One word or look of gentleness and; confused gladness

I have lost emotions that I cannot remember

Sense memory of loving human touch is a mere cinder

The death of emotion, that defense to go on living

Mental issues of the shamed in a world demanding the ideal

Move past and miss the scars

Standing next to me the pretty face with visible scars

Technology be damned, you still can’t deal with mental scratches

Cuts from life leave scars and we’re the scarred batches

We Who

We Who – Zikaron & Atzmaut May 10/11 2016

Sadness then happiness is the bitter sweet

We know the sound of the siren as it wails thru’ the street

We cry for loved ones and those we loved

We remember those without love and make them beloved

We never forget upon whose shoulders we stand

We always remember the blood shed to defend our Land

We live free as an ancient People in our country

We strive to build and strengthen degree upon degree

We head towards Independence with tear stained cheeks

We enter the new day renewed each year as summer peeks

We stand together and treasure this moment

We know who we are and why we’re here, the Covenant

Colors of white and blue give our flag a biblical hue

Shield of King David and the channukah too

No sacrifice but the protection and defense of values true

On this day we celebrate the brave Jew