Archive | March 2016

Deal Of A Lifetime


Back in the day

I use to consort
with demons
of ill repute

We sinned
just for
the Hell of it

Made up
our own rules
along the way

That was me

A pagan disciple
of immorality

Until

I found religion
on late night TV

An infomercial
for this
amazing
miracle product
called Jesus

or maybe

it was some sort
of magic mop
that sopped up stains

In the end
tis all the same

except the mop
comes with a money back guarantee

While Christianity

is an all souls

all sales final

total buy in commitment

infomercial but-wait-logo

Here’s Donny !!!!!


As you lay
beneath the covers warm
behind locked doors
in your seemingly secure bedroom
I am
your lurking nightmare
who has not yet performed
on the great stage
inside your paranoid head

Cause potential
subconscious doom
is always best served
when slow cooked
in the cauldron of dread

Of course you do know
deep in your soul
I am coming soon
beneath the blood moon
and when I finally strike
you will be
defenseless from relentless me
as I penetrate your shattered dreams
and strip away
what’s left of your sanity

trump--the shining

The Proprietor


I am RESPONSIBLE

for all that I be

Not you

Not my family

Not society

Everything
on my ledger sheet
is totally on me

I take ownership
of all the bullshit
that stains my history

Gonna flush the past away

Reboot fresh today

and proceed

down the path

of accountability

Striding proudly
without the crutches
of alibis and self pity

accountability road sign illustration design

accountability road sign illustration design over a white background

Advise and Resent


Don’t sabotage my life
with your lame advice

Well intentioned
as your “me upgrade” may be

Let’s face it

You are not exactly

an authority

on emotional stability

So I’ll take this solitary path
I’ve blazed through the mud
all the way to it’s inevitable end

and maybe there
we will both find
what we need my friend

suggestion shredder

Peeping Me


Home again
in my old bedroom
alone with teenage memories

Seems like an eternity
since you were
my next door fantasy

The saplings Dad planted
when we were kids
now a forest
blocking my view
of your bedroom window
I use to peek through
those steamy summer nights
when you put on a strip show
exclusively for appreciative me

Looking back I now know
you were well aware of my eyes
worshiping your blossoming form
that I can still see
through the flickering light of memory

I’m not sure you knew
the things I fantasized
about doing to you

Then again

we were probably
sharing the same fantasy
ignited by teasing sexuality
those many years ago

girl in window

The Big Ache


It never stops

Throbbing pain
a constant strain

It never stops

Like a massive tumor
pressing against my brain

It never stops

All the old maladies
cry out for remedy

Life hurts relentlessly

It never stops

scream

 

Preying Confession


Slow floating
with the rarely seen
bottom feeders
beneath the sea icy dark

The weight
of self induced depression
was slowly crushing me

So I took a chance
and rocket fueled my frustrations
to rise from the depths
of a drawn out death

I launched myself
toward the warmth
of the solar induced lights
the temperate waters offered

Reached the surface finally

Found myself swimming with the sharks

Who poked at my joy curiously
before devouring me
in a feeding frenzy

If I had stayed below
and embraced contentment
in the security of anonymity
I would have never been
a carnivore’s dinner
but would have missed out
feeling the exhilaration
of life
before a meaningful death

shark attack

 

Sic Semper Tyrannis


The crowds swell by the day

Growing exponentially
with the volume of your rants
against the out of touch
powers that be
(though you are part of the elite tribe)

Your scripted indignation
has truly poked a nerve
of the desperately frustrated masses
who have anointed you the chosen one
to lead them to the promised land

The sheep can not see
the depths of your hypocrisy
and the danger you pose
to our fragile democracy

As they ravenously devour
your “us against them” theme

That reliable homily
of demagogues throughout history
is nothing more than a front

A means to an end
to scapegoat others
til the hidden agendas
become unleashed
against civil liberties

as the past becomes
the nightmare reality
of tomorrow

trump hitler

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