The Reminder

The Reminder

Notice how the world moves, life is movement

Everybody’s doing something even when still

You think you’re at rest and doing nothing

When in fact you’re moving without realizing

The universe moves too, at a rate that’s like glue

We stand upon the earth and look out across a vista

Yet we’re sailing through at a rate of blister

So funny old world where relativity is everyone’s sister

And we succeed at will to move even quicker

Sail the air and into space where we have no weight to measure

But we’re falling so fast the earth goes constantly by seemingly at leisure

Orbiting astronauts could easily believe they’re living longer

But gravity is our taming tether

Trip, fall or collide it reminds and keeps us together

Strength is our antidote and we use it to get back up

Life is so circular; make sure you’ve a sturdy stirrup

The Return

The Return

To turn around and withdraw from destruction

When every nerve is pained and nothing feels certain

No desire for the pathway back, nobody got your back

Emotions that warm and push for the continued track

Look in the mirror and dare your reality

Once again straight-edge, must become the sanctuary

To take that first step and push no matter the derision

For it is probably in your mind, that confusion

Look at the people walking by and wonder about normal

Such an easy word, but you know it’s not informal

The rise of the question is the accusation

Pointing directly in my direction

So walk that pathway without thinking

Separate your emotions and feelings from acting

Never mind the eyes you see and the thoughts you notice

All that counts is the return to peace

The Return Home

The Return Home – Yom Hatzmaut Apr 21 2015

From the rubble of the Second Temple to the ashes of the Second World War camps

The Return was never secondary

A barren land of swamps ruled by anopheles

Came its Children once again and rain fell where once was hopelessness

Herzl arose, then Moses and David with Ariel to build

Mad imaginations only could conceive such a sublime guild

But a call for two thousand years defeated at last Hadrian’s will

Outnumbered, the phoenix commenced once again a genesis

Blood flowed until the Hordes cried enough

A new breed called Israeli, had been forged in battle, tough

From corners of the world, the chosen were the wanderers no more

Alone with scars rejected, they became free warriors in war

That beginning seems long ago, with tall buildings and hi-tech seams

Proudly high the blue and white flag flies, among the Nations it gleams

Though the threat is not tempered it will always be met

Celebrate Independence in strength with courage, eyes set

Whacks from Cain

Whacks from Cain

Then there’re times when you’re feeling a little trite

And you remember that chocolate, the taste is right

Innocent and sweet, like being kissed at midnite

Life stands still and feels benevolent

Then you look down and witness the flowing blood

Innocent and red, once more it’s hatred

There’ll be no happy resolution or justice from prosecution

Only tears and emotion infinity, the sudden shift of reality to destruction

Random acts don’t decide the world, they trigger

Deliberate actions from stark calculation shift and change gear

Life will appear as a fight between dystopia and utopian fears

Extremes before the quiet and the past looks nostalgically clear

Welcome to the human condition of incomprehensible

The incongruent magnificent and diabolical

We try to fathom and explain, often in vain

Only courage then remains

Angels Always Cry

Angels Always Cry

Emotions to the extreme cause words to flee

It’s the dumb and the brutes that set their hands free

To educate isn’t to teach math and history

It’s to instill the foundation of humanity’s identity

Abstract concepts program and eliminate tabula rasa

For is not the cornerstone of love to give the best you can?

To instill how to think and recognize reality’s objective existence

And the most important idea, that “I deserve happiness” as the consequence

This basis of the mind and survival of Mankind

That it becomes your default foundation nothing can unwind

Rudyard Kipling wrote about standing strong and proper on your own

Ayn Rand gave direction how to construct a mental grandstand

But Mankind has routinely failed albeit bright spots along the way

Fear of the future and an attachment to daddy

Tribal strings called blood and religion

Emotions of greed on a power trip, the creed

The Rhythms

The Rhythms

Body blow sunken low

Feeling sick movin’ slow

Emotions peaked whacked to shriek

Intellectual confusion, think freak

One with the universe we’re all energy

Rhythmical flow we wish for synergy

From high, from low around we go

Three waves movin’ to reach rarin’ to go!

Ratty mood the bitch is Out

Don’t let me catch you or I’ll scratch your snout

Ask me which color; my decision will make you shudder

Run the mile, without my usual smile, ankle judder

This reality of humanity, like the oceans with the Moon

Humanity contains salinity, different from the morn at noon

Want a high, addicted to happiness

The Rhythms govern your effectiveness

Awfully Tawdry

Awfully Tawdry

Creepy dudes fold their laundry

Freaky ones keep their drawers tidy

Pernickety dudes are the bitches of their family

They look for another mama rather than wifey

Nut jobs that don’t take kindly to disorderly

And find life trying, wanting to be mighty

So build the body and let delusion fly

Convinced enough egotistically, to believe he has a Catcher in The Rye

What if that mind welcomes a mighty lie?

Deep State powers seeking to once more undermine

This combination of loser and bruiser may be a political psych-ops gold mine

Convinced to be a sacrificial lamb for the globalist design

Do they see what they’ve done toward destruction?

Undermined every institution that was respected, as part of their manipulation

Now it was “bombs away” and there’s suspicion it’s a patsy fiction

And all to undermine the greatest President of our time, what a dereliction

Barbie’s Tears Cascade

Barbie’s Tears Cascade

Smiling child under the light, in the gloom

None can see the future that’ll be her doom

Dolls her desire but they want to teach her how to make fire

Her teacher grins with the lust of a liar

Train her brain to hate and disdain

Life’s always filled with cold rain

Sacrifice is the creed and to be for you is to worship greed

Death is eternity but awaits you is blessed certainty

Family praises for innocence and diligence

She’ll never feel love’s kiss but that’s a human weakness

Prisoner of religion or an ideology where humanness is a sin

No respect for life, for altruism’s rife

She keeps her feelings hidden; she’s seen them thrown from the rooftops

She knows she’s going to die because they’ve cast her die

Her human light makes her cry

Evil has made the reality of her world a monstrous lie

Everything’s Entropy

Everything’s Entropy

How quickly the night’s gone and the morning comes

Passing the party hats and returning the road cones

Electricity crackles as the first absinthe, gin flows

Suddenly the music’s tired and the dance goes

Left is staggering and right the warm body blows

For the fused night morning’s when the club slows

We’re both together and I’m not sure

A name’s difficult to remember, are we about to endure?

Once more almost a routine, but it’s better than sleeping alone

When does a bed warmer become something cold?

Perhaps when you realize you’re getting old?

No longer the tally or the rush is bold

Sweetness after the kiss, don’t feel attached after physical bliss

Overrated is the thought a second after we’re elated

Strong coffee to bring us into reality is the after, like being sedated

We look into each others eyes and then know if we’ve related

Everything At Pitch

Everything At Pitch

Manic depressive my delightful friend

Sometimes you whisper, at others you’re shrill

What’s this, the pathway of artistic bliss?

Slammed often against the sides of life that scratch

The middle path is that of silence

Longed for but rejected, in a paradoxical twist

For wiring at birth decides the reaction pitch

I scream to 441 hertz, the vibration of the universe

Our souls are tuning forks and some are dulled

They don’t hear the sound or feel the earth

My sensitivity screams thru’ my mind

From words that must out to my screeching high metal binds

Describe yourself from your inner light outward

Illuminating yourself in stark honesty

Not your foibles or a dysfunctional soul

But the identity you’ve made that affects the world

Betwixt

Betwixt

Sometimes emotions and thoughts can’t be made into words

They exist as does the past, now in time frozen

We remember, nostalgia intrudes

Beware of those rose colored specs

And the sound of Etta James and her Sunday Kind of Love

Is that my imagination or is the sun shining thru’?

The clouds that cover but those memories still shine in me

Duane Eddie and his twangy guitar, the South I left so long ago

Nostalgia’s the emotion filled ocean that rocks me gently

The cracks that tripped me and cracked my lip, all gone

A curious balm that tries to pretend all was love and calm

But the past was reality and the present is always time to come

The accompaniment to all that’s regret, which I’ve none

Well, not strictly true, there’re those I’ve kissed but missed cementing my lust

So to measure success in life is happiness

Pretty women are always better than a million bucks

The Romantic

The Romantic

I love absolutely

Once I am attained, then you have loyalty infinitely

Value over all I place you as supreme

All else will come after and you’ll never need to scream

Pain from where is always looking in

Pane of glass separates getting in

But weakness to be atoned is the crack

The blow of betrayal shatters into the innocent back

Struggle is the gravity of negativity

No answer why falling is easy for humanity

Overcome that lazy urge to distrust

Knowing the soul you love obliterates that to dust

So once again and always embrace without doubt

Innocence is profound and hesitates the doubtful lout

Time to turn around within can be seconds of spin

Magic is the truth that powerfully exits from within

The Sanders Idiots

The Sanders Idiots

Their bright faces sing praises and smiles are contagious

Generous feelings they shout constantly for Sanders

Funny how socialists are happy about something so scandalous

For there’s nothing funny about suicide, or frivolous

Noticeable in the audience is the generation known as millennials

Over-protected, soft and educated by the Liberals

These hapless young agents of change seeking destruction of the range

Determined that corruption of the few becomes the religion of the deranged

Socialism is force but the Sanders Idiots see it as justice

Picture painted for a generation and quite a few others in colors of malice

Down with materialism, destroy evil corporate imperialism

Everything for free from tuition to government influenced realism

See how easy politics is, just vote for the utopian wish list

But dare not to hold up a mirror, as it’ll reflect the dystopian grist

You see socialism uses its youth filled apparatchiks like matches

It grinds and scatters their spent ashes, sacrificing for the few in batches

The Separate Kiss

The Separate Kiss

Separate feeling to do reality

Preparation the vital action without subjectivity

Push and endure screaming physicality

Your body will love you in reciprocity

Hell, no guarantees so don’t dislocate from mental gravity

And there are those with metabolisms that defy sanity

But it takes deliberate decisiveness and the self-discipline lime

You’ll not regret it when sometimes you depend on the sublime

Sublime loves that fight and to arrive when it’s close to decline

Always the trees hide the forest so invisible is the line

Cause and then affect the out of vision conclusion of an act

Unknown consequences can be a soft kiss or a whack from a bat

All we can see is what we think and imagine

To read another is as difficult as aesthetics is to opine

So similarly give a chance to where you have emphatic opinion

Serendipity is sublime’s child and Saint Jude their protector in oblivion

The Seventh’s Stretch

The Seventh’s Stretch

In the pitch of night is when fantasy alights

We’re all equal when mind’s fire ignites

Emotions that flow sets desire half filled

If only the physical were that easily willed

How do you greet the imposters that Kipling posed?

It’s not the process that’s supposed

It’s the conclusion after all that illuminates your pose

Admiration is never for failure of face not showed

Then the thought of “am I the impossible”?

Neither success nor failure for my space is between the molecules

So it isn’t either or but how much is possible

This finest of line is the loneliest walk in time

Mind at a standstill is a lie or a joke

Gin-filled is the accurate truth but there’s still the yoke

Of desire unfulfilled because …. well, see above already told

This conversation demonstrates a story old yearning for bold

The Silent Clouds

The Silent Clouds

So Divinity has the power to heal but decides on cruel

To watch the suffering of the innocent is an evil fool

So those aware with minds that dare will declare denial

To conclude that there’s no power and there’s only trial

Religion’s excuse it’s divinity’s choice is beyond insanity

It’s far from rationality and is a hatred of humanity

Oh little kitty so sick you walk around in oblivious sanctity

Poor little baby tortured by mommy and daddy, you die in agony

And then the pretense is justice which itself is an offense

For the suffering of the innocent can never be reversed in any sense

Who cries for you is shedding tears for themselves too

For while we’re not each others keepers, we could be like you

Savior of humanity is sublime human nature’s readiness

The kind soul, soft-heart and empathetic is holiness

But silence from any prayer is all that we hear

Clouds drifting as usual and the universe unaware

The Soothing

The Soothing

In bitter mood just for the hell of it

Satanic smiles as anger soothes

Hate the world even the innocent weak

Now I have a headache and it’ll raise a perilous mood

I’m itching to be in full cry

The pressure increases to insanity’s cloud

Turn my head and the throb reaches my neck

Goddamn torture delivered by a demonic courier from heck

And then I smile as my darkness shines

My inner shining that seethes

But to destroy anger is the blessing of sanity

Expressing emotions the relief valve within reality

Do I wage war with myself, human emotions that drive?

The great millstone of temper, an evolutionary survive

Expression of, is the separation between thug minds and enlightened

Holy grail of society is the individual’s contained

The Spiteful

The Spiteful

When antagonism’s laser burns, cry from hurt is acid

Feel the shredding of your heart, yearn for antacid

But humanity is cold and hardened to cries when you have no gold

Sacrificial smiles will extract an exacting price, Holden’s human lice of old

They always try to assassinate justice, for what they feel frustrates

So tear down the innocent and suck out their innocence to subjugate

Disguises abound, worn by the sacrificial human hounds

Sweetness and smiles, anger hidden, are the weapons used to pound

Their net is cast and the innocent become a tangled caste

For the corrosive touch of the spiteful hardens like a cast

Their trick would make an injured dove blush

Surround you with flattery and warmth, then gently pounce

Once these tricksters of emotion have had their fill, then cold indifference

Guilt will engulf your innocence and hurt shock is their pretence

Vanity and conceit is their evilness, sociopaths with veneers of vulnerability

When realization arrives, break free for that is the key to recovery

The Straight-edge Judge

The Straight-edge Judge

Straight-edge means you build and hit the wall

Only water flows, nothing else at all

The cold breeze below a hot horizon

No high, no flying for hours, only desire treason

Time to face the truth of you

No wings of wax to see you through

Calm your head, embrace logic’s child

Like birth, the beginning that just seems an end, now the trial

The nettle pricks your soul over and again

Urging you – its okay to be warm, you’re not to blame

But you feel the effects of the come down chute

You know that attack as your body shoots

Stuck between screaming and cold infinity

I am cursed with the strain of desire for warm affinity

No reason or empathy for the way you are made

Metaphysics will cut you as the sharpest blade

The Suicidal Steps

The Suicidal Steps

Emotion is not Nature’s feature

Pushes that only the winner will survive

So adapt or die shouts evolution’s crier

Along comes humanity the apparent outlier

Nature reacts by enforcing to be commanded, She must be obeyed

But humanity has vanity and the arrogance of irrationality

Turning on Nature humanity frequently attacks itself by denying rationality

Raising emotion is one evolution but descending to emotionalism is finality

The contest is consistently run

Fear driving loathing to declare who has won

Not fear that disobeying Nature will trip and demolish

But not elevating the irrational and trying to defeat the other will

Nature always wins regardless what policy tries to sway

Equal actions and opposite reactions with consequences always on the way

Metaphysics is claimed by the mystics, psycho-kinetics, but only loves logic

Turn however one might, it’s the vectors of reason that’ll always strike

The Tale

The Tale

Torment of the tortured artiste

Nowhere to go and nobody, not a soul

An empty street with all doors shut

All into one, outcast and a slut

What came first, the anguish or the rout?

An off dimensional world in turmoil

As the other world goes by

Can’t fit in but can’t stay out

Life decisions are not art

Mistakes are punished like a tart

Society, that non-existent judge

See the smug faces fattened from stuffing fudge

Yet, who has the saddened heart and the broken smile?

It’s the one that sees reality from the artistic aisle

No rest and peace is a foolish wish

So into a bar and wrecked well before midnight

The Terror Clings

The Terror Clings

Turmoil within is the mix of regret and error

No turning back and everywhere you look is an emotional abyss of terror

For the future is unknown and you can’t even atone

The reality of consequence, that makes you throw up alone

Stuck, is the thought in a situation unique

Look around at the world and your deeps sighs express bleak

On a cold February day when Saint Valentine shivers and tears

Fate sits and laughs as humanity forgets fears

Pretense that what’s now is permanence

Snug and happy with no doubt about

How human to reach for an optimistic out

Its love and sweetness, but the smiles disguise

For the terror clings when you relax or close your eyes

Awake suddenly and reality is your mind cries

Age and fear, no time is that cold regret

Realization for urgent action, take courage and get set!

The Test

The Test

Surrender some blood the doctor said

Once again to check you are not dead

No stranger to this but it will dampen a day

Proactive diligence is good care so into the fray

Appointment made, day in the distance

Comfort those nerves with coffee and croissants

Spirits now bright, optimism at its height

Do not abuse this fleshy temple so step back from fright

The days click down but you know what’s ahead

Constant little tune, the test is in your head

Suddenly the world moves out of step, or is that you?

Emotions driven from east to west, sloshing in your bayou

Comes the day, morning dawns all bright

You awake, like a shot, today is the night

Prepared you arrive at Dracula’s palace

One, two three – its over, time for coffee solace

The Test Tube

The Test Tube

I fly because the tones resonate thru’ bones

Lifts my world to a place that is my zone

Away from these miserable faces and war

Where smiles are easy and common sense is fore

A world of relief from belief

Minds so free that reason is not viewed as a thief

Look at the abuse from birth

Discipline of societal demand and irrational command the curse

Critical corrosive tongues with stern frowns

Upside down sacrificial guilt worn like gowns

That rule within from the age of metaphysical clowns

Cowardice and fear stretches far, widely bound

Control freaks and obsessive compulsive piques

Angry violent streaks common place among the sheikhs

The whispers of sugar candy are tasty illusions

Exceptions perhaps, but artificial are the impressions

The Ultimate

The Ultimate

Nothingness is my conclusion

Dispirited feeling is my nihilist resolution

I see NOW as the endless desolation

Only existence is real and Movement pointless

Conundrum of suicide is the beginning of nothingness

Emotions all dead, dissolved, boring assuredness

Infinity without letup, the constant given

Trigger of this state, the height of heaven

Irony of the end pain being the greatest sensation

For nothing else can be desired more than an eternal creation

By our own hand, the ultimate artistic sacrifice

The demons of death shrieking in orgasmic chorus

The ridiculousness of life I don’t analyze too much

Avoidance of any crutch is a dance step from Utopia Gulch

Afflicted by pain until my hair hurts is a chronic refrain

Life above existence is a flicker I fight to attain

The Unblessed

The Unblessed

Head in my hands I am the damned

Between the molecules I walk beside you

But that’s my curse for it hides me

I look at you but you see right thru’

A human like nothingness and nobody’s thought

Can torture and faith destruction be any more wrought?

I‘m one where everywhere I turn there’s two

Happiness around, I’m the absorber of their sadness

Not self-destruction but a flower using power

I didn’t ask for this role and wonder

Crisis of faith, am I like Job or merely an outlier?

How much more strength do I possess until I shatter?

I do matter and I’ve anger but no bitterness

For all it takes is a kiss to feel or smile to feel

It means momentarily I’ve been seen

Maybe I’m human after all as the tears I then feel

The Undeserving Blow

The Undeserving Blow

There’s no complete happiness for the kid rejected

Father figure’s supposed to be there to, for kid protected

But you know the feeling when father throws you out

You know how your mind is sent reeling and the entire world is doubt

The hit never recovered is from the absent one

There’s nobody to show or explain how the world can be won

You can’t see my scars that are different to most all

The ones from mistakes that hurt most from resultant inevitable falls

Do I hate, yes I do

Not especially specifically you

But all those that represent your identity thru’

Their voices, their attacks, their hits, maybe they sense I have no father to

So I learn and others like me determined

Some of us make it well, others of us underdetermined

You see, we don’t know what it’s like

We’ve never had anyone to teach us to ride a bike