Que Sera Sera

A scribe of some note
once profoundly wrote
that all the world’s a stage
and we’re but mere players
in this long running show..

The dude neglected to include
that we are also spectators
to this oft criticized production
rolling both ad libbed and scripted
seemingly without direction..

Life does tend to play senseless
like a warped top spinning out of control
but if you can embrace the randomness
and slip into the proper
it’s all bullshit perspective
you may begin to appreciate
the pure entertainment value
this chaos does create..

Bleeding Greed

Here on the island where I be
we got water on all sides..

Here in the inlet
where the land kisses the sea..

Man we were living peacefully..

If you are into existing naturally..

Beneath this natural beauty
they found a bounty of oil..

Black gold..

Texas Tea..

Our landscape once pristine
now a tapped natural resource
to feed the beast
that raped the land
on the alter of supply and demand..

For the cause of energy independency
cause we need to be A-rab free
and masters of our economy..

We the disciples of the profit motive
know deep down that our gluttony
is gonna sink our species someday
into the same murky swamp
that buried the dinosaurs

Action Figure

I will never be a touchy feely
hands on huggy bear..

Tis the Northern European
in me I guess..

It’s not that I care any less..

So do not be dismayed
if my feelings
are not publicly displayed..

Let my actions hold sway
and let these deeds
offset my exasperating silence

Word Arrows

I have been edited
and condensed
so many times
by censors inclined
to obliterate the oxygen
that existed between my lines..

My message diminished
to the point of irrelevance
which was always their intent..

But I did manage to deposit
a word seed narrative
in the fertile soil of resistance
that will blossom and live on
long after disposed of me
is gone

So for what’s left
with the rest of my days
gotta keep up the transmission
fractured as it may be..

One never knows who is listening…

oh me of little faith

I don’t know God..

Never met him..

And since I be

an empirical

logical

rational creature

tis hard for me

to fully buy

into the concept

of a supreme being

who resides

in a dimension

forever beyond

my limited grasp..

I don’t know God..

but I sure wish I did..

How comforting

would it be

to exist

in a fortress of faith

where belief

in a force

of benevolence

would provide me

a rock solid moral foundation..

Why can’t I shed

these doubts?

I’d fully buy

into the faith program

if I only could…

Instead

I shiver outside

agonizing alone

on these cold church steps..

Too agnostic

for my own damn good

Cracked Country

The mold now broken
began with a hairline crack
which of course we ignored
cause twas just a cosmetic defect…

Or so we thought…

Now we have a real mess
all because we did not respect
the terrors of consequence
when mass ignorance
and non benign neglect
wrecked a once noble concept

Respect the Misfits

I try to hide but the night goes fast..

Strive to fly but the high won’t last..

The past has got a hold of me..

Life is a battle versus gravity..

Rotting alone in this pit of misery
with only the darkness for company..

No help is coming cause nobody cares..

Vultures descend to get their share..

Don’t look pass me like I’m not there..

You can’t ignore what’s everywhere..

Politicians cynically exploit our plight..

Demonize us as symbols of urban blight..

It’s so cruel cause we’re people too..

Trying to survive as best we can do..

We the designated weakest links of the economy..

Retreads of a throw away society

Every day our homeless legions grow..

We’ll save you a spot in the shadows

Fear Shredding

It’s been my experience
that the key to happiness
and semi contentment
is found in the acceptance
that nine tenth
of the shit we fret about
is irrelevant nonsense
in the grand scheme
of this all too condensed existence…

Of course I have to self confess
that the identifying and shedding
of these false sources of anguish
is never an easy task
in this world of mass information
where we can Google confirm
all the scary monsters out there…

A few of them may indeed cross our path
but most of these demons never do
so don’t let them be an obsession
that leads to the insidious joy paralysis
too prevalent in the horror show narrative
we far too often craft for ourselves

Mind Manipulations

Here in the interim
where the words are a blur
and all lines skew curved
we trend toward darkness..

In here the view is clear..

Light loses relevance..

Truth reduced to an empty concept..

Reality can be made to disappear..

The certainty of ignorance
that’s easily manipulated
into pliable perceptions

In this propaganda abyss
nothing becomes everything
in this environment of bullshit
passing for modern politics