Direction to Compassion

Direction to Compassion

Intrinsic fear’s known when you have an uncommon condition, infinitely

Perhaps it’s been life long, maybe since a certain year

That frightening moment if the medication’s unavailable even for minute

Racing thoughts and vulnerability realization in a split second

The world becomes distant and, there’s no time for small talk

Unpleasant is the intruding thought into daily life and routine

Then the rush to discover how much time until there’s none

A barrier of time is relief because time’s always a thief

Yet, it all makes for inward reflection

Look around and see people walking into your realization

That well known bromide suddenly becomes a stark lesson

We have no idea of the battles any of those folks are fighting

Then compassion flows and strangers become people

You feel their humanity and generate empathy

Is this a reminder from Divinity?

That arrogance, anger and small things stupidity, is pathetic vanity

Beyond Civilization Zero

Beyond Civilization Zero

Essence of the universe is connectivity

For everything derives from that initial Big Bang theory

The ‘nth nanosecond after remains a mechanical mystery

We search for the truth that confuses, confounds and astounds

Fighting against science freedom is superstition and dogma

Twisting reason is collectivism, humanism and politically incorrect stigma

Objecting to reality are emotion and delusion

Shaming egoism are the dictators of altruism

Cowardice in government is rife thru’ Western civilization

Turning their backs on those that won against totalitarianism

We’ve reversed from the enlightened future

Now they cower as hordes from Dystopia seek to take power

Energy’s the pathway to enlightened civilization

Leaving carbon as a relic and rising toward fusion’s generation

Alas, instead we have wars against the heir’s of reason

And alongside treason against Individualism, religion works toward Armageddon

Assassin before Dawn

Assassin before Dawn

Age of the Individual, ballyhoo and ritual

For despite all, logical and reasonable, the cleave is to the tribal

Western society peaked when carriages were drawn

Aristotle’s child’s death, met with a yawn

Along came the assassin’s of the Western dawn

To save religion, rescue superstition and structure demolition

How dare the Renaissance then Industrial Revolution!

Engendering self reliance and enabling volition

Die rational self-interest and placing love first

Arise! the sacrificial altruist championing other’s thirst

Suffer your own, for that’s the way into heaven

Tax and spend until matzah seems like leaven

So we devolve philosophically and intellectually

While expanding exponentially technologically

Along the line comes the clash and all will decline

Civilization’s not only mathematics but ethics of the sublime

The Constant

The Constant

Is destiny for scorn or a big yawn?

As the butterfly flutters its wings

Ramifications appear on the roundabout or swings

Uncertainty’s reality and humanity pretends

The safety barrier against this is love

It neutralizes the anxiety like peace’s dove

By chance or design there’re those burdened

Outside the warmth they’re forged into hardened

Yet, they long too to not be the unlucky few

They stare at each other with emotions

Not knowing how to jump life’s pew

For so long have they kneeled

In constant silent communion

The never ending prayer

This battered ironclad soul in faith

Mistakes maybe, but certainty is their prize

Susannah’s Savannah

Susannah’s Savannah

Tense taut time is the call of weakness

We all have that kryptonite mixed with catnip stress

Some call it addiction, others affliction, I reckon it’s merely predilection

When does the connoisseur become a drunk or a glutinous punk?

Orgasmic taste or the desire to fly high

This human confusion when pleasure’s taught to be denied

Consequence has its own sneaky timeline

Objectively we act or react with our mind the keeper divine

Guilty pleasures lurk and snicker tapping us on the shoulder

Indulgences are no lomger sold but bought and linger

Sweet or tart, perhaps even a night tart held tight is an art

Maybe touchdown in the bin of sin and emerge with satisfaction and a grin

Over and again enough’s always forgotten

Look ahead to the next morn to recover and suffer

Never again is that trite silly song

We’re human and emotions govern and kiss with excuses for the bong

Death Metal Savior

Death Metal Savior

Thunder black, the pleasure to kill

Hard liquor and women, destroy that will

Then shred these metal strings and the notes will sing

A death cult of heroes that slaughter ideological cows, tradition and religion

Frustrations of convention dictated by old men that look young

They’re bitter and uglier the older they become

So death metal protests and rattles their concave minds

Let them shrink back in horror and set their beards on fire

Self-righteousness the smugness of the self-serving

Fitting and right that death eradicates that gang

But, they corrupt by teaching injustice to the young who end up nihilistic

And having nothing they cling to emotions of the sadistic

So rises the skinwalker of dictatorship

Capturing the smiles that the fire of dystopia licks

Nearsightedness from fear can deny civilization’s rear

This warning from Death Metal is clear, and the sacrificial old men fear

And Those Secrets

And Those Secrets

Aesthetic richness grades us

Willing to display our deepest desire secrets?

Observe carefully when you walk the streets

See where the furtive glances land and focus

This psyche identity that keeps silent secrets

Yet, the eyes will always betray and expression changes

Then the awareness of the pray, then resists or submits

Succulent satisfaction is acceptance

The forbidden line is guilt, an invisible secret

Its seduction is glittering gilt, tearing your noble quilt

The debate within is to accept submission

To deny brings rough regret and forever remember repression

Conquest thru’ initiating or submission is satisfaction’s secret

For the glow’s sense memory and the hidden smile a pact

Between whoever, when names mean nothing but always entangled

This eternal bond that surged and forged, can’t be fangled

A Revelation

A Revelation

The present’s fleeting, the past enduring

The future’s unpredictable and we’re in the middle

This is time, that space related continuum

Where measures are malleable and is a conundrum

Space and time are joined in their quest

Direct us where to go in this universe at their behest

Time, like water can’t be stopped

We can hold them, and so pretend

We love happy memories and the emotions that flow

It makes us for a while feel good and glow

Then reality intrudes and maybe a tear trickles

Once more it’s time playing tickles

Its love that’s eternal and our shield

For time, space and reality must yield

This is the gift of being

This is our humanity reflecting

Eye Candy Stares

Eye Candy Stares

Skirts are sexy, just right’s the shake

The cadence is Sache and Prudence does a double take

The lines that caress the eyes that flash say

I didn’t dress this way to be unnoticed, definitely risqué

Fashion sense declares my aesthetic identity

I’m a Lady not beholden to anyone’s captivity

I decide any revelation or not, my proclivity

Dress and style to tantalize and tease tastefully

The rush by others to judge is tiresome and a drudge

Their self-righteous morality is often because they eat too much fudge

Feeling this freedom trounces any glares

I love the sunshine, fashion and eye candy stares

In accordance with Liberty’s tradition I reject religion’s opinion

A woman’s choice is her body and her dominion

Patriarchal or governmental is archaic and diabolical

I’m proud of my gender and will never take second place regardless of the hierarchal

Danang Me

Danang Me

In the immediate aftermath of vermouth, absinthe and gin

You feel good and the music plays in your head and you grin

The bear comes when the light shines, harsh time of day

That’s called morning and it shines and shouts hurray!!

Regret of a funny type is the headache

Mournful feeling that you have to begin the dry journey, again

It’s life pointing a gun

This fight between a human and subjective fun

My best friend is coffee black, strong and hot

She could be a dancer from Las Vegas or Quebec

Either one makes the difference and enhances a night of fun

I admire Lemmy for his courage and Motorhead’ll always be Metal’s One

It’s in that aftermath I realize I’m no longer twenty-one

It used to be party three nights in a row

Now it’s one night and I have to sleep like a cat laid low

But it’s better than being fifty year old that chews like a cow

Cold Turkey

Cold Turkey

The call to suicide’s the artist’s brief

The punishing silence in life’s the grief

There are those, few, who feel the universe’s resonance

There’s one payment derived and that’s fate’s penance

To experience the extreme is to know all

Anger it raises is derided by life’s call

No mercy but only justice makes it moral

That self-pity weakness becomes hated and I stand tall

But nothing’s resolved, so what’s the point?

Expression, so that it heals emotional dislocation and fracture

The artist is the sacrificial lamb, upon the altar of aesthetics

In word, picture, dance or song, a message is carried

This fight for humanity’s fate determined by mind

It’s lost by sloth and ease, won by objective determination with effort

The curse of intellectual that views the incurious

Disgust of the intellectual that witnesses the epicureans

Suicide of a Nation

Suicide of a Nation

Great Nations don’t naturally die, they commit suicide

They slowly move from individualism to collectivism

Where the means don’t count only the end, thru’ deception activism

And Liberty’s Constitution becomes an irrelevant iconoclasm

Always suffer the children first, to ignore the lesson of the Jesuit

Give me the first seven years and that mind will be mine forever set

Decline comes when what’s taught is unearned guilt

Then the lesson of altruism, intoning self-sacrifice as an ethic well met

A great Nation is Lady Liberty’s scion

The Individual, where rights are sacrosanct and law’s reason

Glue’s the honor system where there’s acceptance of Constitution

When mind breaks down and greed arises beware, its philosophical skid row alas!

For the People are never led, but willingly follow to be living or dead

And so the future’s always now, as its set in your schools by teachers, dread!!

So when you’re turned against, look directly into the mirror and witness guilt

The screaming young supporting those who tear down themselves, vicious altruistic victimhood

Cloaked in Lost

Cloaked in Lost

Addiction has such a cheerful call

To taste the elixir makes me want all

The rise of desire for such hot fire

And then all seems happy and makes truth a liar

But alas, in that fraction of time comes self loathing

What was so orgasmic reveals a wolf in sheep’s clothing

And guilt enters the fray in my mind

I recognize once more the emptiness of my bind

In panic a promise that I’m thru’ with this vice

I’ll not ever again relinquish myself to be squeezed by its vise

I’m not one of them, where withdrawal is an eternal terror

I run to reassure myself and look in the mirror

Is that me and, I begin to cry

I think of that sweet boy my mother raised with pride

I’ve betrayed myself and worse, her unconditional love

I’m wretched and wrecked, all my being pleads for grace from above

Crying for The Catcher

Crying for The Catcher

The lines of melancholy mark out a crime

One against me or you and time

For it arrives and all pathways seem toward abyss

No immediate reason for sadness but destroying any bliss

I’m aware of this madness that can drive to extremes

To thoughts that belong in nightmares, destruction themes

And this downdraft that drags and schemes

That regardless of action or decision, in my mind screams

Perhaps love’s the answer, but I know one can be an island even there

For this diabolical snare, finds a way to make despair

Silence and loneliness isn’t only literal

It invades a mind and is absolutely intolerable

So I remember those who’ve succumbed to its hand

And cried out right to their end, stranded

It’s not obvious who suffers and society’s so afraid

Too few see the crying outstretched pleading, and fade

Sound of Reason

Sound of Reason

My many tattoos mark me for glances and oohs

At times boos because I’m seen for drugs and booze

I’ll curse your derision silently, or laugh with satisfaction

Then there’re the compliments and at times ladies will say “may I touch”?

Amusing how displays thru’ art, clothes or accessories affect

Its others honesty reacting to “stuff”

I have the desire to display, maybe provoke you see

It’s my honesty because it illuminates me

I’m curious about apparent paradoxes

In my case what I write is my Identity

But ask me a question directly and I’ll wonder about that curiosity

In reality it’s all about soothing the psyche

A true artist doesn’t go around promoting anarchy

For art demands logic thru’ the method of chaos

That profound universal order we seek to fathom

The universe vibrates to 441 Hertz; music’s the sound of reason

In Kafka’s World

In Kafka’s World

The glass crashed during the night

Evil showed its enduring might

And the fragile innocence of the angels

It always seems as if it’s meant to be, a suffering decree

Evil is, seeing humanity as a group identity

“We”, is the size of love, but is a physical fallacy

For “I” is the true human Identity ordained thru’ Creation

Recognizing Individualism is the sole way away from destruction

It’s necessary to remember that Commencement Day in November

The Ninth in ’38 saw terror strike Jews across the Reich

Kristallnacht became its name and forever an eternal shame

A Nation stood by and watched its NAZI’s go by, see the innocent cry and die

Do you wonder why each time the innocent is attacked?

The defenseless are bullied and hurt by the weak

They prey on those who are afraid to stand up and speak

That’s the evil of collectivism, the mob that rejects Individualism

Storm Churn

Storm Churn

There are days when I’m out of line and nothing wants to chime

That melancholy cloud engulfs the sublime

Yet it’s a curious fix rather than some mysterious hex

An unpleasant turbine that churns and whines into poetic ticks

My sigh of futile resistance about this unknown insistence

And it makes me feel guilty, a self-centered emotion for I know the truth

I don’t want the abyss but pleasure arises from its wicked countenance

For expression thru’ aesthetics is psyche pain’s greatest anesthetic

And I’m anguished for my field littered with self-destruction

The driving force of creativity’s construction

There’s metaphysical justice but no mercy

For the arts pronounce us guilty because they view weakness and strength with equal pity

So I crash thru’ the nihilist barrier and write my songs

Do I care who loves or hates or thinks I’m wrong?

It’s taught me that honesty and bravery in artistry is prayer

My bared identity, the singer that screams openly with no fear

The Creative

The Creative

When sadness slaps because they turn their backs

That’s when you’re the fat child, the one that can’t run or the deathly shy

The hurt that reaches soul searing deep

The one that seeks creative energy’s keep

It’s not one of him or her or them which risks

It’s you when you realize you’re outside of the packs

It’s the positive concretes that make you divinity

The lines written, story told that intrigues and makes smitten, humanity

So there you are in the harsh bright light

Finding courage to do with critics left and right

Discovered the secret that makes the creative mind sleep most sound

The self-belief and determination you’ve found, you astounds

It’s never easy and, difficulty is all around

On the edge constantly where one slip and you hit the ground

But you’re used to the jeers and, the cheers affirm your crown

You’ll always be the different one and you’ll wear it proud

The Cry

The Cry

When you feel the earth more than you ought

Then your senses require you reduce it to naught

Distress of humanity will destroy your sanity

No matter where you elope, the same agony

If your soul resonates, sadness is always behind

You cannot speak unless it is the rhyming kind

People will frighten your conscious being

Too many have whipped that delicate scaffolding

Witness the misery of a soul cast into silence

Waiting, invisibly reaching for love forever salient

Extremes experienced will deflate and elate

Only the straight-edge can protect from the slippery skate

No answer as to why only that internal cry out

Each smile, each song, each player devout

No explanation, no answer to the intrinsic question

Witness so many graves of those who lost life’s altercation

The Crying Fire

The Crying Fire

During time of urgency there’s no belief in fallacy

The great force of actuality demonstrates dominion

See the fire sweep in its air sucking ferocity

Black smoke explosion then shocks senses into survival sagacity

Curiosity and bravado have no place before Nature’s Force

Self-preservation is the commanding grace

Skill and bravery are for the trained to action

Battle commences between Nature commanded and wild faction

See what you have done unleashing fiery fun

Malicious intent is within the wild savage mind on the run

The peaceful hand smacked, challenging the just fist

Hunt them down and alleviate the evil in our midst

They will never see victory, only their cowardly attacks

Propelled by ideology that sees death as happiness

But martyrdom in an unjust cause is cowardly

Betrayal in the face of trust is the primitive mind’s delusion

The Degradation

The Degradation

Political correctness the Lucifer of Liberalism’s corrosion

Oh this massive irony that illuminates the leftist deception

Viciousness of their one thousand cuts that lacerates the Constitution

So the beaten down People become imprisoned by their mind reclusion

The logical conclusion to correctness’s delusion is free speech’s dissolution

Fear’s the ocean of emotion that rides the tide of collectivism’s illusion

For denial of reality begins with the present’s freedom finality

Then moves back as history is denied to whiteout what was reality

You MUST think Athena for your virginity of mind is the hated kind

You must lead and be sought as the brave teach their kids to never be mind blind

For individualism brings strength and fight, and the declaration “I deserve happiness forever”

Self-esteem is under attack as the collectivists shout “only together!”

Has civilization declined to where the bastion of Liberty hides from the light?

I still see Her lantern guiding to Manhattan with solemn delight

This is Lady Liberty that makes US special

‘Tis where the statist collectivists now deliver their non-denial denial

The Descent

The Descent

Destruction of civilization that gave humanity Liberation

Western culture resting on the shoulders of logic and reason

Now into the death throes thru’ emotionalism from irrationalism

Religion, superstition, subjective reality that Mankind commands

See the dead laugh, their fleshless skulls bouncing

Perhaps they’re from Auschwitz death camp or Phnom Penh marching

Boiling genocide from the Leftist preach of self-sacrifice the suicide

The evil of altruism channeled by Kant, Lenin, Sanger and Mengele’s side

The Right side’s been raped by Satan

Birthed is a bastard child with the mores of a whore

Anti-ethics of the Left where White, Black and any color join hands

Different sides in the same domain; brothers and sisters the KKK and Antifa bands

Remember Charlottesville! - will become the rallying cry for justice died there

Thugs clashing over ideology from the same political anthropology

Wear the glasses of your choice in subjectivity

But nobody stood for the individual, the only valid entity

The Destiny Touch

The Destiny Touch

Where does that invisible push come from?

The one where you act despite the knowledge in your head room

Act against interests, yet the emotion says go

Reluctance, that power overcome in an inevitable throw

Does the music blaze in your head where the rush glows?

Music of caution to the wind, from frustration’s tow

There’s no time you see, it all becomes emotion

Mental derangement or imagination’s figment

The curse or blessing of artistic bent

Abstract is reality in fact

To be or not is what the Great Bard meant

He knew and Mama said it was to think, so be true to you

Once started the artistic fires can’t be quieted

They come in force and demand to be outed

Resistance is futility for how to resist your soul?

It is identity and forever that’s how you’ll roll

The Devil’s Elixir

The Devil’s Elixir

The insidiousness of hating difference

The closing off thru’ holiness

The instilling of ideological belonging

The use of Nature’s outcome to secure following

The line that demarcates State from State

So watch carefully the Statesman, that weaving diplomat

Power is given or, taken at the point of a gun

Governor with banker, they seek to control the sun

Together this collection determine your life’s direction

They become Establishment and begin their dereliction

More and more you become their knave

Watch this willing surrender become a wave

You’ll wake up and your friend will be the enemy

You’ll not know why, but believe strongly that sodomy

And then too late, the realization with guilt

But Lady Liberty will have already turned to salt

The Difference Is Justice

The Difference Is Justice

Name the enemy and face that reality

Not enough to know their strategy

To act quietly but powerfully outside the glare of publicity

To strike intellectually and demonstrate their fallacy

No dictator, no outrageous immoral system is reason’s relation

Stand firm for the only morality grounded too in reality

The right of the individual to their life is sanctity

To pursue their happiness in safeguarded Liberty

In appeasement lives the pathway to war

Passivity in subjective reality makes Lady Justice a whore

Fear of a bully instead of indignant righteousness

Look back and see the many already dead from such outrageousness

And so weak leadership is within an apocalypse

That those representing Liberty have procrastinated within lip service

Until the choice is stark and a brave leader is elected

Don’t let fear within the citizenry and dishonesty from the Fourth Estate degenerate the strong united

The Door

The Door

Sexual fascination is the ruler of temptation

Attraction thru’ sedition, its tactical war of attrition

Erosion of, resistance which is a false goodness

Obedience to insistence of rules that demand subservience

So deprivation is spiritual starvation that suppresses mind stimulation

Success to the fearful that want your mind left at the door

The fearful minds are the control freaks of mankind that the irrational adore

The human within withdraws and left is the savage that was before

Not incidental but coincidental is the forceful more

Destruction of the human within sees reaction proportional thru’ to the core

If negated you’ll be castigated

Envy is frustration angrily celebrated

This is a fight for your mind against the soul

One for reason the other from belief

You feel exalted with the former while the latter is to suffer

Do you want to be free or frustration’s prisoner?