Pry Net

When we built the machine
out of rubber bands
and impractical dreams

so pleased were we 

with our implausible creation
we donated it
to the central government

Who of course
insisted we be paid
a nominal fee
for advancing the cause
of modern humanity

At the great unveiling ceremony
the Minister of Conformity
gave a stirring invocation

A new age
of peace was declared

The public would benefit
from cyber security derived

Courtesy of
the cloud extracting device

Your life information
personal and formerly private
would now be shared
with the Ministry
of Homeland Homogeneity

Little did we realize at the time
amidst the patriotic pageantry
that the seeds of our nightmare
planted in this swamp of panic
would forever
change the landscape

Today the light of freedom
we long took for granted
grows dimmer by the day
and the shadows will not abate
til we take back
our individual identities
and finally summon
the courage to unplug the machine
we naively created

Power Waltz

Follow the line  ________________________

Follow the line  ________________________

Blind obedience
is all a state of mind

To play or not to play
by the asinine rules
written by demented fools?

How long
can one bite their tongue
and endure
the slings and arrows
of outrageous egos?

Sometimes you gotta break
from the twisted conga line

Jump the barbwire fence
spiked with mindless ignorance

Dance with consequence

Give truth a spin
around the dance floor
and maybe
empowered wallflowers
will join in

Tech Wreck

How could we have known
the awesome power
of these hand held devices
that lived in our pockets
would one day
fry our neighboring reproductive organs
and leave
the whole wired world sterile?

Such delicious irony
that today the only people left
who can advance our species
are the citizens
of so called under developed countries

and to think that the extinction
of our tech worshiping society
so addicted to technology
could have been prevented
if we kept these machines we loved
at arms length

Conspiracy Industry

My conspiracy
that I’ve polished and perfected
to the point
where it could conceivably
be true
could be your conspiracy too
if we can find a way
to get our paranoia straight
and coordinate our distrust
of the official story

We could start a blog
to spread some viral suspicions

Fan the flames of public doubt

Become an expert TV authority

Ride the media wave we created

Maybe merchandise our hysteria

Sell an overpriced t shirt or two

By the time the fact checkers
ruin our tale with inconvenient truth

Profits will be neatly tucked away
to reinvest in our next treachery fantasy

Jesus The Sequel

What if…

one day
in the history of your life
the skies parted
and the Lord poked
his omnipresent head through
the clouds and proclaimed
for all the scared sheep to know
that YOU were the Chosen One Part II

What would you do?

How to handle this upgrade?

I’m not sure
of the exact job description
but MESSIAH as a title
surely has a lot of perks

Comps wherever you go

Preferred parking
for your white limo

I wonder if celibacy
is still a required necessity
like it was
with the first edition dude
who got nailed to a cross centuries ago?

One would think this time around
such hardship restrictions would be lifted
given the all the modern day temptations

Verification of your true divinity
would be no problem in our tech age
given all us pilgrims have cameras
to post messiah miracles daily

Social media would explode

You’d surely be trending perpetually

All the gossip rags
would be working round the clock
dredging up all your buried skeletons
that occurred before your heavenly promotion

Doubters would be forever
looking for he hidden wires
determined to prove you a fraud and liar

Not to mention
incurring the skeptical wrath
of conspiracy theorists
who are eternally belief challenged

So would you accept
this complicated savior position
or stay the course
on your current civilian path
and leave the saving of souls
to the professionals ?

The Age of Entitlement

Cookie jar

sits on the counter

beyond the reach
of the hungry child

who strains
to achieve
instant gratification
that defines
the Now Generation

Patience rapidly
replaced by frustration
as sweet dreams
go unfulfilled
(an early taste of adulthood)

Most will scream
and cry for Mommy
who of course
will give their baby
what they need
if only to shut them up
so they can get back
to their secret
online romance

The special toddler few
will learn to use their heads
and find a way
to overcome the denial obstacle
with a chair

They will also find
satisfaction is multiplied
when you achieve the goal yourself
instead of having it handed to you

Esteem Weavers

Examine the mirror
that reflects before you

Explore those surface imperfections
and forgive them all

These visual insecurities
our plastic society obsesses on
and modern advertising
harshly dictates culturally

Land mines strewn about
in the artificial fields
of this cosmetic prison
should never cast shadows
over your shining star

For ultimately
the image projects
you are only as beautiful
as you believe you are

Sticks and Stones Rap

I’ve never cared
about the nasty things
people say behind my back

or my front
for that matter

My self esteem
is self sustaining

and need not be fed
by the numerous dick heads
who pollute my existence
with their petty bullshit

By the way
the only assessments I value
are rendered by those
I love and respect

which so happens to be
an exclusive and minuscule universe
of a select few

Faith And Evidence

Seeing is believing
here in this skeptical age

Proof positive is required
before commitment is made

Can’t sell a concept sight unseen

Google now a prerequisite of belief

So how to wow the disciples of today?

Seems all the good miracles
were used up in antiquity

Well before the age
of modern communications

There’s no analytic way
to verify biblical feats that defy belief

No one today can quantify
how the Miracle Man
changed water to wine

Cured the sickly

Beat death

For you see
Miracle Man had a plan
to wow the masses
so they would buy in
and listen to his far out speeches

Peace and love

Faith in that dream
straight to the heart
of God and man

Centuries later
this is why
the J Man is still a star

Not for the stunts
forever unproven
but for the message
of hope conveyed

This is his greatest miracle
that still resonates
in these jaded times

Prayer Poetry

All the pilgrims gather
for their weak ass Sunday blather
as stained glass saints bear witness
to monotone prayers recited by rote
by the zombie congregation
awash in traditional hypocrisies

Sinners desperately seeking to con their way
into happily ever after eternity

As if salvation can be bought
by slipping some coin
into the collection plate

You best take those homilies
and hymns you sing off key
a tad more seriously

Absorb those ancient words to heart
and begin to walk
the righteous walk

Amen bitches