Taking Out the Garbage

Open your windows
my closed minded
tragically oblivious friends

Take a deep whiff
of the current repressive
national environment

That odor polluting
your nasal passages
is the sickly smell
of putrid prejudice
wafting through the air
these contentious days

Like eggs gone rotten

This stench of ignorance
is a malignant growth
that seemingly has no bottom

The current festering infection
plaguing the national conciousness
is coming for our soul

If we do not remove
the tumor of hatred
at it’s core source
our once great nation
will surely succumb
to a death self inflicted

If we somehow manage to survive
our collective madness
the healing process
is gonna be a bitch
but maybe the cliche
“What does not kill you makes you stronger”
is not a dumpster fire of bullshit

Quicksand Man

Quicksand man I am…

Sinking realization time

A life saving epiphany

The more I struggle
the deeper I sink

This muck won’t loosen it’s grip
til I completely let go
and cease being
self counterproductive

Need to possess a little more faith
in my natural self buoyancy

Just kick back and relax

Feel the warm sun on my face

Then float my mired ass
out of this dire place

And next time
when I venture into the jungle
pay attention
to the frickin warning signs
before I self destruct yet again

Eyes Don’t Know

I am today
not who I was yesterday

Nor am I now
what I shall be tomorrow

Evolution erosion

The tyranny of corrosion
being carried down stream
to create the cliche
of the new normal

The natural ebb and flow
surfing the currents of time

Or perhaps change
is nothing more
than a state of mind?

Wisps of clouded perceptions
trapped within
the mist of self propelled illusion

My eyes don’t know

Who’s to say?

Maybe best to embrace confusion

This trip
is all a crap shoot anyway

Keep the change

Mess Laid Plans

This would be the line

The perfect place in time

The flash ignition
of an arranged romance
our well meant friends
meticulously set in motion

All I had to do
was stick to the script
and deliver the performance
at the proper moment
that was teed up for me
as my assigned love
waited patiently
for a serious relationship
that would never launch
simply because
I was not ready

It’s doubtful I ever will be
given my lifelong allergy
to commitment
and adult responsibilities

Call me a selfish child
if you must assign blame
but I’m happy in my sandbox

Can you say the same?

The Blue Alien

Triangulated me

Not fitting into
any of the socially approved
regulated slots

Not of a similar mind
or culturally inclined
within the rigid borders
as defined by the “normal” side

So weary am I
of this painful
outcast existence

Gonna break through
repressive gravity
and jump off
this rock of a planet

Ride the super nova express
to a fresh inclusive universe
where no one knows me
with my freakish reputation

A place where I can commence
to craft my own story
in a glorious
blank slate galaxy

A home where I can finally
cease being the lonely
displaced Alien

Destination Nowhere

Pack light my darling
for our exit trip acceleration
as finally we escape
this grim dimension
where we never fit in

We’ll skate hand in hand
on the frozen rings of Saturn
the coolest of all the planets
and warp blast through
formerly intransigent barriers
of the space/time continuum

Together we shall land
in pure glorious nothingness
far beyond any possible return
of this galaxy’s sad memories

Brothers in Conflict

The primping matador
struts into the arena
of public opinion

This golden assassin
reeks of arrogance
and a sense of entitlement

His bull adversary
charges into the fray
determined not to be
the victim today

Matters not who wins
this pointless
soon to be forgotten battle
over nothing

To these needy warriors
the public struggle is everything

The cheers of the cowardly mob
living vicariously through
the bloodied combatants
down in the death pit

In their hearts
both of the gladiators know
how much they love
and thrive
on the excitement
of daily conflict

Even if they’ll never admit it
their lives would be empty
without their hated opponent

Pour the Punch

Pass another slice of humble pie
as we digest newfound humility

Used to be so damn cocky

Thought we could rule the wind

Now we find ourselves
flat on our once proud asses

Down but not out

For you see
my currently dazed friends
the surrender towel has not been thrown

The final bell has not yet tolled

Life sure can hit hard
but it ain’t over
as long as we rise up
and fight back

Round Two belongs to us

Dot Dash Dot Dash

Tepid Fox Has Flown:

The coded message
from a source unknown
on a mystery frequency
not meant
for the ears of authority
can only be translated
with sophisticated
synchronized encryption equipment
designed specifically
to make sense
of this twisted language

The forbidden transmission
will then be scrubbed
and sanitized
to sort out the lies
of the implanted distortions
mixed in with core truths
to make interception
of what was meant to be conveyed
a challenging
stolen communications task indeed

Glory Be the Third Wheel

My favorite super hero
of the Divine Trinity
has always been
the Holy Spirit
(formerly the Holy Ghost)

This under rated
tireless side kick worker bee
always doing the hard necessities
rarely gets the accolades
of his more ballyhooed partners in piety
but truth be told
he is the glue that holds
the terrific trio together

Besides without his existence
the Lord and JC would just be
the Dynamic Duo of divinity