Heart of the Matter

Dreamers and pundits
pontificating incessantly
on issues of questionable relevancy
in the grand scheme of our story..

The majesty of their lofty philosophy
is lost on those of us
whose only daily luxury
is found in moldy bread
and a sliver of rancid cheese..

The struggles of real life
are forever grounded
in such harsh economic realities
that eclipses the ignorance
of worthless ideologies

Puddle Problem

Seeping through
the cracked facade
of our daily decay
tears of frustration
permeate the potholes
we navigate every day..

Some go out of their way
to dance around the pit
with rationalizations applied
while others grit their teeth
and decide impulsively
to plow right through it..

I for one perpetually
try to leap over
the man made obstacle
of unknown depth
and more often not
get drowned
by the overconfidence
that comes
with reality denying arrogance

Noise Makers

Verbally we duel
like two blabbering fools..

Mainly for entertainment value
for like many others
we suffer from the affliction
of a chronic monotony condition..

Since we hold no firm convictions
on the alleged burning issues before us
we gotta defend to the death
these fake contentions
once we’ve established
the proper contrarian positions
that best fits the philosophical
hysterical narrative
to advance our circular debate
devoid of any final conclusion

These contentious days
the debate is the thing
where volume is king
and inflexibility
is a veritable symphony
before a jammed social media arena
of wanna be influencers
hopelessly allergic to listening

Left to Write

I write..

Therefore I am..

Or not..

It depends in every way
on what I have to say..

Or not..

You read me..

Maybe not..

Too many redundancies..

Bereft of originality..

So here I be
at the bottom of your pile..

Languishing in obscurity..

Just another anonymous author
writing only to himself..

Or not?

Maybe someday..

Dead Ahead

There comes a point
in this trip that seems endless
deep into
the indifferent horizon
that you have to trust
the power of motion
to pierce the inertia
determined to hinder us
from our current destination..

If we do survive
and somehow manage to arrive
don’t you dare look back
deep into the abyss
of over analysis..

No need for pointless remembrance..

All that post trip bullshit
that sticks to our shoes
and leaves behind
the clinging accumulation
retrospective residue
which only serves to slow us down
like a persistent drag demon
as we set out to embark
on our final journey