Writer’s Crock

If I be a writer
that nobody reads
do the words I spew
truly get through?

So why should I really care
if my wayward craft goes nowhere?

I’m just slaying time
trying to make rhymes
of minimal consequence
to this impervious Universe

Scorched Bricks

Cultural dissolution
will commence at eight…

Please don’t be late…

The best relics of our civilization
will be promptly set ablaze
in a raging bonfire you won’t wanna miss…

Bring your camera phone devices
to get the best conflagration flame shots
and then toss those hand held beasts
into the cleansing fire
for a fitting ironic conclusion

Dream Team

The best distractions
are pliable commodities…

The stuff of impractical fantasies
that release us from the clutches
of our monstrous realities…

Even if only temporarily…

The best distractions
are the ones we can share…

For they can take us anywhere…

All the way to these dreams
we Earth bound beings
can craft together

Peace In Our Minds

Let’s not debate
the color of the sky
or quibble about
the quantity of fish in the sea…

Don’t wanna fight anymore
over topics totally lacking in relevance
to the challenges in life we face daily…

Our nonsensical arguments
have turned us into
social media caricatures
creating nothing but useless friction
that serves as contentious entertainment
for the bored Cyberverse masses

Hands On

Let’s take a break
from our self centered race…

Take off those blinders
that serve to narrow our view
and see the beauty
that exists in the periphery…

The panorama of humanity…

See the frayed edges of our quilt..

Find those souls in need of a boost…

Kindness provided so very easily
if we access our own memories
when we were feeling lonely
and in desperate need
of basic human inclusion

Crucifix On Wheels

Why must sin be so subjective
and hopelessly time sensitive?

Such is the fickle nature of morality…

There just ain’t no consistency…

Which only adds to the anxiety
of trying to be saintly
in the 21st Century