Sensible Props

Not gonna fall today

Gotta stay on my feet

Cause getting up
is not as easy
as it used to be

Damage repairs would be extensive

Not to mention prohibitively expensive

So my life is now mainly preventative

A prisoner of common sense am I

Staying on my chained feet
waiting in line
with all the other practical prisoners
for the slop they dispense
on our tin plates

Tears of the Gladiator

I’ve been threatened by better

Terrorized by real monsters
of devilish blood stained intent

Not even sure if you’re serious
or just posturing
like a pissed off poser

Now that you have my attention
I have activated force shield defenses
which will regrettably
repel penetration
of any meaningful communication
which could resolve our differences

Keeping up with this friction
is a now full time occupation
which causes me to pause
if we’ll ever find the trust
required to lower our weapons

Spiritual Reorganization

So shaken is my faith
these contentious days
I am starting to believe
religion is all a pay for pray ruse

A stained glass shell game
designed to deceive and confuse
the desperate for answers masses
seeking spiritual truth
in this stay off my lawn existence

Maybe it’s time for we pilgrims
to cut out the middle man
and go directly to the spiritual source
for the much needed support
our lost species needs

That’s assuming
the disgusted Lord
has not abandoned
us chronic sinners
out of pious disappointment

Ode to Poetry

Poetry takes me to places
I could never go
and allows me the freedom
to say bold things
I would never say
face to face
in the real world
which has always
petrified me so

Poetry is my vessel
that takes me
to a dream state
without the chains
of perceived judgments
which have always
petrified me so

Poetry has helped me realize
that perpetually being petrified
is really a foolish way to go

Poetry is therapy for my head
without the expensive meds

Poetry gives me the courage
and self confidence
to venture forth in a world
where I never fit in before

I really hope you like my poetry
awkward and off key lyrically
as it may be
but it won’t shatter me if you don’t
cause I like my brain droppings
and am fine with myself too

The whole
“To thine own self be true”
pro self esteem rap application

Stuck Pages

The clock strikes midnight
as the soft chimes
serenade the darkness

No rest for me though
for a brain that just can’t let go
of the spent events
that comprised the day

Time for a retrospective
of opportunities that slipped away
real and imagined
cause we don’t do enough self reflection
he says sarcastically

Maybe if we spent half the time
focusing in a forwardly direction
as we do gazing back
and fixating on sources of regret
we’d have fewer past mistakes
over which to ruminate and fret

Falling Up

Life does seemingly
play senseless
like a warped top
spinning out of control
but if you can embrace
the messed up randomness
and slip into the proper
it’s all bullshit perspective
you may begin
to at least appreciate
the pure entertainment value
of this ridiculous
unscripted
off the rails production

So shed without reservation
the yoke of suffocating frustration
and find ironic contentment
by making Chaos and Anarchy
your “We’re All Fucked” buddies

All Hype No Bite

Old Mother Seymour
went to the packed grocery store
to get her family some processed food

When she got there
the shelves were bare
as her kitchen cupboard

No milk, no bread, no batteries

Not even a bone for her dog Kyle

There was panic in the aisles!

Winter storm Fern was barreling toward us
(When did they start naming storms anyway?)

An unstoppable massive
churning vortex of chaos
excited meteorologists
have been tracking all week

Media frenzy was now in full force

Stay tuned after this commercial break
peddling tropical vacation destinations
and we will regale you with the latest projections

Our weekly blizzard of the century!

A category infinity storm of epic proportions

All computer models now cast a dire tale

Need to find a generator and toilet paper
at price gouging prices

Supply and demand, bitches

Anyway…

The day of dread
and monotony breaking anticipation
arrives with just a spritz of a drizzle

THAT’S IT ???

Seems the imperfect storm blew out to sea
along with all the hype and shared calamity

Just another case of mistaken intensity

We now return
to our regularly scheduled
Winter’s boredom

Bent Perceptions

Everything about us
was off the record
in this out of bounds
scandalous relationship

We eventually
both grew weary
of living a shadowy existence

What the Hell were we so afraid of?

Why must we defend our love?

So we mutually agreed
to drop the pursuit
of fake ass social respectability
and drown out the jealous whispers
with our joyous shrieks
of unbridled
stained sheet
in your face happiness

And guess what?

We ain’t the freak show anymore

Society now is

How fucked up is that?

The Wreck of the SS US

When the in over his head Captain
finally became
totally unmoored mentally
the end of our once grand ship
became a tragic certainty

Twas especially true
since many in the delusional crew
of half witted sychophants
refused to accept the fact
that our taking on water craft
once thought to be
an unsinkable behemoth
was going down fast

Of course
most of the safe guard life rafts
from the previous
meticulous design
had been gutted recently
under the guise of cost efficiency
by that same wrecking crew
now boarding the few
closely guarded lifeboats
to ensure they survive
the catastrophe
their negligence did create

See all you soon to be casualties
at the bottom of the sea

With Disinterest

I don’t do
complicated
complex
or confounding anymore

Not really into simple
straightforward
or smooth either

Guess I’m not into anything

Do you find
my rampant apathy disappointing?

What are we going to do?

I have no clue either

I really don’t care
and neither should you