A Real New Year?

A Real New Year?

The emotions of abandonment that tug and tear

Decades long, damaged a soul into chronic disrepair

The essential lesson to attain self-defense within

Inadvertent toughness into resistance and a grin

The lesson to think, instilled by the lesson how

This bedrock defense created by virtues

Yet still, abandonment remains the curse of destruction

So arise, vengeance built into rebellion

This pleasure of resistance is a seam of gold

Revulsion in acrimonious derision against conventions that hold

But strange how it’s modified under reigns of self-control

This is the glorious essence of victory against rotten souls

It’s not defiance in bloody mindedness

It’s against the roles of society that’ve failed its progeny

So I disrespect the sham of conventions

And demand Freedom for all definitions

Ahead

Ahead

The cloud of melancholy rolls in

Engulfs and shatters with an evil grin

Auld lang syne is making the horizon

In the background I listen to a singing denizen

Is the cause for celebration the future or past?

Clashing emotions within realization is cast

The essence of youth is having no past

So there’s seldom sadness or regret cast

With maturity and life come memories

Poignant moments with happiness transform into valleys

Darkness descends as that cloud rumbles in

Funny how the here and now becomes vital to win

So gird the soul with faith and love

Toughen the mind with reason and hope

I reach optimistic confidence and battle the sadness

I’ll not surrender to craven pointless darkness

By Design

By Design

There’s the existence of Earth

The reality of tangible physicality

We experience the force of gravity

Yet, in reality everything reduces to particles of commonality

Unseen by us, the billions of particles flowing

Around and thru’ us astounding

And every invention, that’s become convention

Already exists in the fauna and flora of our dimension

Pattern of the universe was discerned by Fibonacci

The Divine language is mathematical and resonates in the musical

Too the poetic and rhyming is part of this timing

And geometrical, the golden rectangle, from the Babylonian to the Tabernacle

Nothing’s hidden, we only have to look

Understanding however is in the metaphorical cranny or nook

Logic and reason is humanity’s true treasure

It generates decision and bestows the richness of measure

At This Time

At This Time

Mind clashes with mind within

Out from the deep recesses a frightful din

Synapse exhaustion, a misfire of sparks

On the way to insanity, schizophrenia tugging and dark

Do I embrace this mental multiverse?

Or declare it a psycho curse?

Breathing uneven, obsessive compulsive clown released

This is stormy psychological weather, the lightning’s greased

My mind of friction, touching the confusion region

Short circuiting reality until I reach an endless mad thought contagion

Skin crawling me into oblivion

I scream in hyperactive panic reaction

My psychedelic hysterics take hold

I hit my mental bedrock, eyes wide and bold

Awakened from this episode between time

I’m thankful to my philosophical teacher and the Divine

An Acidic Kiss

An Acidic Kiss

In limbo between heaven and hell

Deliberately or inadvertently you fell

Those days and nights when time was your right

And now you realize that there is a day and a night

Do you look askance at weakness?

Or stand strong in defiance?

Reality’s always a surprise for we live in hope

In different guises and names it’s called, natural dope

Don’t think too deep or you’ll weep

Seeing details fractures happiness because you have to leap

Into the valley of reality where nails seek your feet

Some don’t care but to others it’s a pointless dare

But there’re the fallen, and opinion is irrelevant

An objective world that swirls seeming petulant

For it demands your obedience

And truth is, to obey is intelligence

Stamping On Quanta

Stamping On Quanta

It’s become there’s no rational ground on anything

Betrayal of the cause of Freedom

Humanity was given the ability to reason

Western Civilization was born when Aristotle began the Lyceum

It’s been lost in education thru’ the ages

A poem of rhyming woe that rejects logics’ sages

No more rational conclusion and objective reality; be damned!

In place a creeping mess of intuition, feeling and emotion

So following the abandonment there’s destruction and treason

America’s enemies look on from their cesspools of power

They’re already dead for look how their citizens live with dread

Infected is the Home of the Free and the Brave, with half of us foolish knaves

Rescue begins in the Homes of Liberty

Teach your kids to think and be Individually

For Liberty’s only found in the ethic of egoism within capitalism

And right now, the greatest Nation is becoming unfounded

Found Within Sadness

Found Within Sadness

Thrashed souls endure sadness

It becomes unnoticed, that’s outrageous

The torment felt’s when the sun shines bright

Sparkling happy lights during Christmas season’s nights

Absolutely unaware, sublime human nature dares

For the message of Christmas cheer is to love souls with tumbling tears

Be not afraid to be that Angel of God

We’re all extensions of that Holy Light

It’s a choice to step into the coven of evil

Burning cold and arrogant when you dress in the cloak of the demon

Sing Silent Night and pray with all your might

The way it works is a mysterious fight

So celebrate this season with sublime human kindness

That’s the burning torch I reckon we’re given

To look in the mirror and iron out our faults

Pray for forgiveness in constant silent communion

Abject Humanness

Abject Humanness

Do you imagine happiness’ embrace?

It’s always a pretty face

You’ll stare for minutes and hours

Time has no meaning then, or powers

All that seems important are kisses and sending flowers

An entanglement thru’ space absolutely sublime

There’s that moment of wonder, captivated by another

The world appears warmer and kinder

Then the devil seeps in and your mind thinks!

Dratted human fragility, insecurities and missteps

Go back step by step, pulling the petals, always the petals

Love me and love me not – oh the anxiety from negativity

The unknown road always springs from loneliness

But abandon self-doubt, for that’s silliness

Depression, derision and all things except clear vision

Then the telephone rings and the world’s harmonious again

Question of Self

Question of Self

Cold coffee washes down, a cold shower in winter

Dislocation, alienation frame of mind

Witness my torment, a dream just out of reach

The story unfolds in reality, not knowing how to leap

Then tricks of the mind begin to anesthetize

Destiny or fate, whatever makes me feel good

It’s a phony embrace that makes cowardice

I know that because Lady Justice laughs

This circle of frustration’s a noose of enslavement

If only justice wasn’t on my side

But then it’d make me a pig of humanity

Am I a saint, is a priggish question of vanity

There’s beyond physical reality

Right down into the depths of nano impartiality

The lesson here’s that the unknown can’t be viewed as an end, but eternity, infinity

So how arrogant and self-centered it is to be selfish sacrificially

Justine’s Way

Justine’s Way

Under the bridge of chaotic meandering

An illusion, as there’s always a pattern within

Of conscious utility or merely reactionary

The risk is limiting the imaginary

And so the emotions that darken, envelope

From thriving positivity into melancholy

Reality that hurts and suddenly nihilism prods

A shock in futility and a cry into nowhere

Then a step towards salvation is a mountain to climb

Much easier to surrender then fail

But accepting Satan’s gift infuses emotions of self-disgust

The decline to suicide or into a perpetual veil of tears

A return to the elixir which isn’t a fixer

And only the road to self-destruction comes easy

So I reject it and ignore demented feelings

Instead embrace difficulty that collides with emotions

Big Bang Sound

Big Bang Sound

The nature of reality depends where you are

Supercilious physicality and clashes bizarre

Makes one want to escape into the nearest bar

As we go from certainty into ambiguity then potentiality

Reality’s situated in consciousness alley

In the neighborhood of arrogant humanity

Clinging to cognitive dissonance in fear

Reaching for religion or an absolute nihilism

What an annoying species we are

Hung up on sex but celebrating killing galore

We ridicule the intellectual and serenade the political

Act like prigs and pigs in a cubicle

Truth resides in the world of the molecules

Down into the atoms where nothing is certain

Does the moon exist when you don’t look?

God’s Kitchen’s sublime and my hangover needs something with lime

Gina’s Palace

Gina’s Palace

Gina’s always welcoming when love’s out the door

Her definitive embrace is like lightning and never a bore

Pure and lithesome she entices with seductive kisses

She lingers for hours and her strength’s made of wishes

There’s Gina’s variety to reach satiety

And she willingly defies the mores of society

Self-willed but open and daring

She thrills with you or a naughty sharing

Gina glows when cash is flashed

Then inhibitions get absolutely lashed

She’s viewed as a wanton hussy

But that’s envy from those who’re frustrated or frigid and fussy

Don’t tell me you’re sad when Gina offers bad

That’s a choice dictated by society and is quite simply mad

It’s always a brief walk to Gina’s Palace

Happiness gushes when she dallies and dances

Arms of Vector

Arms of Vector

The corruption of Liberty’s sanctuary is Machiavellian

The death of governance from hypocrisy

Decline from sublime into squalid

Witness minds’ slide into suicidal irrationality

Demagoguery’s the thuggery that enables political buggery

The collapse of pedagogy from altruistic witchery

And then it’s wondered why no self-esteem in a generational stream?

Train the minds of children to think using objective reality and reason

For there’s no escaping logical conclusion

Pretending otherwise is a bath in delusion

The arms of Vector aren’t driven by emotion

Its love is only a science calculation

Vector is inevitability, so you’re the damned if you disagree

For the laws of life aren’t sacrifice and strife

It’s the decision to think or not

Teaching dependency and abandoning self-reliance is death of Liberty

A Kill Switch

A Kill Switch

The façade fools all

You can’t see constant sadness

Or imagine thorough loneliness

Bright lights, liquor and barbiturates

To reach the state of extreme

To let out the furious stream

On stage is a curious dream

The terror of depersonalization

Wracked by self-doubt

Over and again until it’s gotten right

What if it’s lost on the night?

Talent’s a laugh, it’s self-caning that’s training

This melancholy that rises

Insight’s the land of empty kisses

Why can’t life be the stage?

Mind brake that trips when reality grips

At Times

At Times

At poignant moments we’re left with our thoughts

A still rainy winter’s afternoon when emotions command

Life lived makes us mature and so we remember

Reality mixed with hopes, dreams as well as imagination embers

This curious Being called human, complex and simple

We cannot but marvel and become humble

For the more discovered about who we are

The less we understand and, the doors only ajar

We really are stardust as the drag queen declared

Her performance his dare

We live with the view chosen or seek truth

Fear’s comfortable and we’re frozen then, smug and couth

If we choose discovery, it can crumble our comfort

Difficulty’s conquering cognitive dissonance

So at times when emotions rise, it forces revelation

Suddenly we’ve nowhere to hide from this assignation

Antoine

Antoine

A blank screen strikes and it’s so serene

Your mind begins racing and careens

The curse of procrastination’s ever human

Computers aren’t meant to be forever

We’ve begun to live inside technology’s weave

Has humanity ever clutched anything as tight?

“Telephone” has become a curious device

Face recognition, almost cognition, and it talks to you, conversation

The future’s connectivity and entanglement

A natural, inevitable movement

Hence Artificial Intelligence that’ll surround our existence

Augmented reality will enhance our living vitality

Mind expansion and education revolution, no memorization required

Understanding, conceptualizing and arriving at a solution abstractly wired

The future’s nano structure built on our walls and in our eyes

Quanta of light is us and the future guise

Dark Hole Dungeon

 Dark Hole Dungeon

In the mess of morning light

Gone the smooth dark of night

Naked urge and orgasm attraction

It’s always so simple in the sound of the decibel

The higher it is, no thinking required

Ask for another and inhibitions are mired

All she seeks is to be squired

This minute she doesn’t care if she’s Mrs or Miss, only to be desired

Temperature rises and there’s cross wires

It gives freedom to aspires

Dark tunnel where identification’s reality

It feels good when decadence becomes sexuality

There’ll be no regret from this idyllic plane

All are wet, with happy exhaustion and no names

She wonders if he was the first or the third

He sees her look over, and wonders about her clover

And Ravens Cried

And Ravens Cried

A cold wind blows when genius dies

Felt’s the vacuum left by loss

As Ayn intoned, we live on Atlas’ shoulders

But time too shrugs, and we fall onto the boulders

We’re inspired by heroes but, cynicism attacks

The miserable folks with dead souls

They never see light, nearsighted their sight

A small universe of navel gazing blight

Vulnerable are the heroes, for they lead

Humanity’s wracked by fear and greed

Sublime human nature’s also our creed

But our neighborhood’s a place that loves to bleed

Alas, we mourn too often come the dawn

One bright December night brought death to Metal’s door

Dimebag Darrell was taken by a dead soul

Reality became a murderous ghoul

Incubated Precious

Incubated Precious

Political correctness creeps

Leftist subjective creeps

Abolition of free speech

Anarchy ironically beseeched

Control’s the logical conclusion

Crying freedom from persecution

Yet, you see the lie

Gives lie to their cry

Parental protection violates

Precious child incubates

Fear of the sun, run Precious run!

All the way into the snowflake pun

Now laughter’s derogatory

Truth places you in solitary

Write Individualism’s obituary

Victor Hugo’s accurate oratory

My Witness

My Witness

Aesthetics of the past that torment

Beyond control they elicit and rend

Now can be seen mistakes and success

So often regret alone is felt

It’s because only love lost’s the dagger

The metamorphosis of Cupid’s arrow

Unseen until the hit, it wounds

Love’s rose-tinted specs, always disguises

And no escape, as we’re bound to tears

For the drug of love’s the kiss

Stealthily drawn ‘til we’ve no idea if its evening or dawn

Anesthetic of the senses

The moment comes when aesthetics makes remembrance

But too, it’s how you know you’ve lived and played

Within its sadness suddenly rises gladness

Because it brings the future, optimism for happiness

Cards of Confusion

Cards of Confusion

Religion, intellectual suffocation

Instruction, abandon your mind

Wrap yourself indoctrination

Intolerant destruction Nation

Who wrote the dogmatic insanity?

Minds awry, rye poisoning?

Fascination for obsessive compulsion

Leaving behind reality’s recognition

Reason’s the only validation

Or destruction’s the future solution

Seeking absolution thru’ emotionalism

Psyche-deep’s the prodding, nagging, uncertain

So unreason explodes in anger

Mislead for so long’s the joker

Humanity the cards of confusion

Ace within is panentheism

And Now Satisfaction

And Now Satisfaction

In my mental prison I see life thru’ a prism

Divided and stark, defined and dark

Hatred’s easy in my emotion speakeasy

Don’t cross my lines or I’ll assassinate your smile

We always kill the mockingbirds, ask Holden Caulfield

My innocence has made me take arrows and blows

It’s unacceptable to have saints as heroes

The weak and vice-ridden conniving have forced my hands

So I plot their deaths and it takes my strength

I scream my hate and it awakes insanity

This coming of age of the natural assassin

How sweet the burden tastes to be all that I oppose

To the destruction of the guilty I toast

Justice is enjoying being Judge Roy Bean

I don’t feel sad at their exquisite demise

I’m triumphant as I put bullets between their ugly eyes

Time and Humanity

Time and Humanity

The low points when suddenly at a time of day

Concerns, earned guilt and self-esteem dominate the fray

Our daily fight to keep ourselves emotionally right

At times magnified to a point of destructive knight

Do I rescue myself thru’ an elixir?

Rebuke me for being weak at points that test

Intrinsic faith’s not connected to realities of the tangible

It’s the enabler energy that elicits, successfully over a hurdle

The hurdle of guilt that haunts my past

Never underestimate the power of self-rebuke

Then the mind brake that wrecked and wrecks

This combination of stage fright, dysfunctional individual and violence

A disgrace that still rises despite unearned forgiveness

I’m a Shakespearean sadness with my own Star Council

My potential came so easy, yet laziness and empty love

If you have a human touch that embraces each night, you’ve won at life

In The Realm

In The Realm

There’re folks that at times twist you into Tourette

Jab at your nerves and shatter placid

They tock and you tick into an angry tic

They deserve coal in their Christmas sock

But then there’re those who’re by nature sweet

Suddenly walk down a predator’s beat

Is this me I describe on an evening tide?

Ranting and raving in demonic pride!

So take a close look at these souls

An inward glance that saddens and is cold

Then rest restlessly and suddenly a reminder vision

I see the demons that surround

I’ll break away from that sight, a dirty window mess

Horrid faces that remind how close we must stay to holiness

We’re at different phases, maybe permitted to see

How to explain, Oh Lord I am of thee