Rise Up

God is there for you
24/7..

365 days a week
to pray to
and is a made to order
solace source
in times of grief
but for God’s sake
he really needs you
to eventually stand
on your own two feet..

Free will atrophies
if you use your deity
as a crutch permanently

Down the Mudslide

These hardened walls we did create
of packed down dirt and delusions
have been dangerously softened
by the drip drip fact droplets
threatening our very denial existence…
Once mud saturation is reached

all barriers to truth will be breached

and our alternate reality bubble
will collapse under it’s own weight…

Push back blame will be dispensed
in one last gasp of accountability
by the citizens now muck drenched…

Deep down we all realized
our newly fashioned shroud of lies
carries the brand of the self deceived
who believe only what they wanna believe

Wither MAGA

Deeper we sink into this pit
of rationalization bullshit..

Weighed down by the chains
of denial and embarrassment
it’s now beyond a daunting challenge
for us to climb out..

Pride will not allow us to admit
we were duped by a slickster
who sent us down the wrong path
that led to our current descent…

Now comes consequence
we can no longer deflect …

When history passes judgement
will it condemn our mass ignorance
or take into consideration
the slow boil desperation
that drove a large segment of the populace
to abandon common sense
and leap into this dark hole?

The Jumbo Machine

Tell me no painful truths..

Tell me no contrary reality..

No limits to lie dimensions
if it fits the current narrative
we’ve been programmed to believe..

Give us this day
our ration of blast grievance
to focus the hatred of the Collective
on our designated enemy

Crank the dial of prejudice
to full scapegoat mode..

While we are at it
let’s throw a monster rally
like they did back in times
when mega nationalists held sway

Cult Leader will crank the volume
as only the great man can..

Owning our insidious enemy
with blistering buzz phrases
of glorious negativity

Telling the assembled throng
we are guaranteed to win
in this media photo op age
where crowd size makes right

Muddy Waters

The mega contrarian
we engage during times
of extreme frustrations
feels no need for standard consensus..

So excessive is he
with his negative commentary
and strength of mad convictions
we gravitate to him naturally
making him our grievance leader
by popular acclamation…

Today in a fit of inspired rage
he proclaims himself anti gravity…

Declaring war
on a universal cosmic force
of some scientific import
that holds our movement down
in this quagmire they dare call solid ground…

This outrageous pronouncement
makes us love him even more of course
for his rebellious purity
and fearlessness of consequence

When the forces of authority
finally begin to pay attention
of this anti everything man
they will descend with a vengeance
to cart our anger focal point away

On that sad day
we will collectively rage
and make grandiose plans
to liberate our hero
the establishment had done wrong..

Only then
after the smoke dissipates
will we finally see
that this beast we did create
wanted to be nothing more
than a flash martyr all along..

Just another false populist prophet..

Cashing in on his contrived movement..

Disillusioned us
will tumble back into a society
that looks down on our existence
as deplorables awash in ignorance…

Alone again..

Til the next savior drops in..

Maybe at that time
we’ll have he the numbers on our side
in this perpetual us versus them conflict…

Only then can we defeat gravity and rise

Waiting on the Credits

That powerless feeling
of being a spectator
in your own life…

Sitting in the back row
watching the movie play out
like a flickering shadow
of a dying tree
swaying in the breeze…

You know the show is gonna end…

Now just a question of when

Speed Bumping

Linger not all day in the history aisle..

Stay with the here and now for awhile…

Though the present may sting
and happiness severely lacking
opportunity is always lurking
in places you never expect..

Today’s pain
which seems so chronic
and doggedly persistent
will soon be filtered
by the rising waters of time..

Current hurts diluted away
by the balm of suppressed memories
that while never deleted permanently
will get sunk to the darks depths
of a shadowy forgotten trench

This immersed shit
may get dredged up occasionally…

Usually accidentally
when we choose to reminisce
and take refuge in “The good old days”
that were not as great
as we desperately wanna believe

So these sour blasts from the past
do serve a necessary task…

Providing much needed perspective
as a counter balance
to rose colored nostalgia
that lures us in
to a dangerous trap
that yesterday was all that

Unsung Champions

You too can be
a hero of heroic deeds…

Doer of brave
and noble things…

Not as hard as it may seem..

Courage is not only
running into a fire
to save a stranger…

It’s not just confined
to physical feats
of daring do..

Or even taking the hits
of unjust consequence
to do what you feel is right

Courage is
staring down your demons..

Big and small alike..

Senseless and irrational..

Now doing your duty
for your family…

Simply being there day and night…

Wearing the yoke of obligations..

Without complaint or gripe..

That’s quite the accomplishment..

It takes a lotta guts
to be a responsible adult