Play Ground Time

Party crew
out and about
doing the club scene

The high flying vanguard
of the elite glitterocracy

prancing about

with their loose morality
and flashy ways

Gathering
their Budweisers
while they may

Cause they know
sparkle loses
it’s luster
over time

Better accumulate
memories today

before last call

blasts them all

back to monotony

Liberty Me

Morality police

Leave me be!

Please don’t presume
to smother me
under your pious hypocrisy

Don’t deny me
my pleasures unbound

Your protective shield
is not required

Tis my life

My soul

Not yours

Maybe I’ll have
to pay for my sins
at checkout time

but not today

and certainly

not to you

View Points

When you adjust
your angle of vision
to rearrange your view

Perceptions change

Sight lines rearranged

A whole new world
of endless possibilities
opens up to you

So apply
a little geometry
to the scenery

Formulate
a new equation

and see
where these
fresh solutions lead

The Determinator

The man with the gun
pointed squarely at your head
wins all arguments

Carpe Diem !!!

Summer time heat

Young girls dressed
like a warm breeze

Shapely skin review
on parade

A visual feast
for us males
of the species

and this is where
things
get sort of creepy
inside my gray head

for here I am

in the Autumn of my life

just can’t deny my
internally lusting

at girls young enough
to be my daughter

So awkward

being middle age
inappropriate

Summer yields
to the inevitable
Fall

Sun now flies
low on the
horizon

Late Autumn wind
blows cold
as the days
lose their luster

The cycle of the seasons
impassionately
keeping score

we all know
what Nature
has in store

we know
our time
is waning

we know
the season
of death
impending

and we know

come
the celebration
of next Spring

we will be
gone

CARPE DIEM!!

FLOCK IT !!!

High in the irreverent sky

a flock of inebriated loons
flying out of formation

It’s just one of those nights
beneath neon star light

Inhibitions are suspended

Consequences revoked

So many rules to disobey

Free styling all the way

Under the daiquiri moon

 

Sticky Reality

Divinity can be found
in a spider
patiently
spinning it’s silky web

Hell can be found
in a fly’s
desperate
life or death struggle
to escape
this same cathedral

Perspective
is in the eyes
of the beholder

Truth custom fit
to the perceptions
we are assigned to wear

Even when they hurt
and stick to us forever

The Fiends You Keep

Prior to descent
into your
personal pit
of calamity

Contemplate
the dire
consequences
of emulating
Chaos

and jamming
with his
Satanic
Symphony

Havoc residue

a byproduct
of running
with a
devilish
crew

The price
for your vice
will be your soul

So consider
carefully
the friends
you choose

they can lead
you down
wrong way paths
you don’t
wanna go

 

 

Heroes To Go

More and more

the line blurs

between the
wrong place
wrong time
victims
of the latest
tragedy du jour

and the true heroes
who voluntarily
charge in
to stand in harms way

We want so badly
to elevate
and celebrate
those who perish sadly

even when undeserved
and over the top

Maybe we identify
more with the victims
than the true heroes

Good perspective
so hard to find
these days

 

Heart Paddling

Back in our
younger days

when we were
loose and free

radical socialists
were we

Dreaming
of eradicating poverty

Spreading the wealth
was our theme

Now we’re middle aged
consumer citizens

Fully mortgaged
and drowning in debt

Grumbling
about high taxes
and the welfare state

Trying desperately
to hold on
to what little we’ve got

and yet

the chasm
of economic disparity
has never been deeper

The case for equality
we once embraced
has never been greater

Perhaps it’s not too late

for middle of the road us

to get radicalized again