Charge of the Right Brigade
They ride
like a thundering cavalry
being expelled
from the depths of Hell
Flying out the the mist
of mythical history
the Lost Knights of yesterday
charge into the fray
for one last fight
in a desperate quest
to make things right
All the forces of Can’t
have assembled en masse
to push back the very existence
of such antiquated traditions
these courageous ghosts represent
Unrelenting winds erect a wall of resistance
on the proud banners from battles past
but the knights armed with only their convictions
repel the legions of entrenched negativity
and drive them into the sea
as trumpets sound the clarion call
for all those who were repressed previously
to enter the glorious realm of possibilities
Natural Selection
The chances
of you and I
getting out
of this party
with our virtue still alive
is virtually an impossibility
The fragility
of the Sunday school morality
drilled into our fair heads
before we were ever acquainted
with physical temptation
As the years accumulate
and the implanted guilt dissipates
we realize finally
the futility
of constantly restraining
our natural urges
Earth Bound
Hard working earthworm
forever planted
on parched terra firma
The endless drought
having turned
invertebrate universe to dust
Gazes toward the sky
at the hanging gardens
packed with fertile soil
way beyond his reach
and sighs
Another taunting temptation
spreading mass frustration
for the citizens of worm nation
Spectrum Support
Everybody has faith
in something,,
Be it
God
Religion
Fate
Science
Humanism
Whatever you need
to muddle through..
There is no
absolutely pristine belief..
They all have flaws
replete with maddening inconsistencies..
Just like humanity..
Just like us..
So show a little respect..
Try a little tolerance
for all us fellow lost pilgrims
in search of truth
and the best path
to ever elusive happiness
The Good Patient
The patient man
I wanna be some day
grinds away daily
against the winds of adversity
with an inner resolve
fueled by self confidence
and belief in tomorrow
Knows in his heart
that sooner or later
the wheel will turn his way
Hold on and survive
until the rainbow arrives
This is the waiting game
we all need to play
String and Duct Tape
Things break
in this existence
of wear and tear
People snap
when tensions
become too much to bear
We do our best
to fix what we can
Replace broken parts
Patch up the holes
Not easy to do repairs
when spinning out of control
As we struggle to accept
we gotta work around
these stubborn defects
that define
flawed imperfections
Garden of Hedonism
Walk into the light
Follow the music trail
Join the party
Pour yourself a brew
or two
or three
Hook up
with an eager dance partner
or two
or three
Cancel your staid morality
Take your vice
wherever you can find it
Be the flawed creatures
we were made to be
Submit to the primal urges
that flow naturally
from your body
Come the foggy
morning after
confess your recycled sins
to the scraggly man
collecting plastic souls
Gargle residue guilt
and spit out
pointless regrets
Leave the absolution
to the boring saints
sitting home alone
every Saturday night
Truth Booster
I suffer from
a chronic case
of Conjecture Dysfunction
Symptoms include
Limp speculation
Incessant postulation
and hyper hypothetical consternation
The pondering condition
causes a self induced paralysis
from rampant over analysis
but this hesitancy
need not be fatal
just have to stimulate
my decision gland
and elevate
internal conversation
with the healing power
of doubt busting facts











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