It Ain’t What It Is

Truth ain’t made of steel

It never was really

Tis a pliable material
we easily bend
to fit our current needs
of narrow self interest

A gloppy balm
to soothe the stinging realities
from the daily friction
of abrasive conflicts

An application
of convenient definitions
to justify the rationalizations
of the orderly hypocrisies
that allows this limited species
to marginally function
within the shifting lines
of communal propriety

Truth be told these days

True is false as often as not

When objective fact checks
are rigorously applied
to our versions of reality
we will find
so many of our sacred paradigms
are nothing more than lies
wrapped in cotton candy alibis
and shiny contrivances
that keeps this deluded society
snug at night
in comforting beds of thought conformity

Be the Blender

When life gets too heavy
and feels too damn real
close those weary eyes

Lay your head back

Spread out those limbs

Release all tensions

Float down a serene stream
of liberated consciousness

Shape shift and blend
into the natural environment

Be the free chameleon
only those who choose
to pay close attention
will ever see

Flock of Ostriches

Pay no attention
and give no passing mention
to the specter of apocalypse
looming over
our purposely oblivious heads

The current turbulence
is just a passing anomaly

Not gonna let
a little needless madness
spoil what has been
an epic long running party

Denial is our birthright
and the pursuit
of useful deflections
has served us well so far
throughout our glorious history

In fact by executive decree
all the danger signs
that the gloom and doom
pessimists obsess on
will soon be gone
along with them
and their downer philosophies

Party over country

Clay Footed Breed

Sinners gonna sin
cause this is what we do

Repeatedly

The flesh by design
is so frickin weak

This much you already knew

Temptations lurk at every turn

Hell bent on breaching
our paper mache facade of morality

I just pray
you ain’t one of them stone throwing posers
tossing boulders of hypocrisy
down from your glass cathedral

Cause when you crash
off the straight and narrow path
and fall on your now exposed ass
oh how we
you previously condemned
are gonna laugh
at such a pious fraud
who truth be told
ain’t no better than anyone

Welcome to Shame my friend

All in the Spin

Children

Gather round
the electronic fire

Today we celebrate
for your digestive pleasure
our latest and greatest
mass circulated
outrage contrivance

Swallow and regurgitate
on all your outlets
this half baked nothing burger
and do not be deterred
by the eye rolls
or outsider murmurs
that this is just another
in a long line
of desperate bread and circuses
slop political deflections

These disgusting socialists
will never understand
the need for controlled messaging
of a more coordinated spin

Applied Force

We push the current envelope
cause it needs to be stretched

Sometimes the tight bitch rips

Shit does tend to happen
when force meets resistance

And when the status quo tears
from unwelcome over extension
it wasn’t prepared for
they will push back harshly
with all the means
of repression that worked yesterday

No compromise
or even half ass negotiation
will be forthcoming

We patch any collateral damage
as best we can
from their counterattack
and keep moving forward
toward our victorious destiny

Always and forever agitating
while taking the hits that come with
hard fought social progress

Slugs and Bugs

I do so prefer living under this rock
with all the slugs and bugs
your judgmental society
seeks to suppress

The conditions in this environment
are damp and cool
even in the most oppressive climate

Our hard cover exterior
offers protective shade
from the deadly effects
of the glaring spotlight
which brutally evaporates
and reduces to dust the existence
of us non conforming types
the outside world rejects

We just wanna exist in peace
though many of us suspect
those you deem beneath you
will still be around
long after your fragile
house of marked cards
burns to the ground

Punishment Dispensers

The monster we executed today
deserved it surely
in keeping with
our historical Old Testament
eye for an eye mentality

We tell ourselves
retribution is justice
to make our collective sin
a little more palatable
as we rationalize away
our role as executioners
in this God forsaken society

Bury the beast we shall do
and the next one too
as violence gets perpetuated
and morbidly institutionalized

The Spill Overs

If the shoe fits
you don’t gotta wear it

Just because the ending
may be neat and tidy
does not mean
you are required to buy in
to the scripted conclusion

Not every equation
ties out perfectly
or is even meant to
in this odd existence
where we messy fractions
are the normative rule
rather than the exception

Paper Mache Sword Play

The poets say
in their infinite wisdom
of convenient cliches

Love conquers all

Really?

Can love defeat disease?

Make cancer cells dissolve
with a heartfelt hug?

How about vanquishing cruelty?

Or crushing the pain of infidelity?

Does love possess
super hero qualities?

I sure wish it did

What a better place
this grim world this would be

But as often
seems to be the case
the truth rarely
cooperates with our lofty dreams

For you see my bitter friends
while love can be a transient
joyfully magical experience
it’s such a delicate flower

A beautiful ethereal
cotton candy treat

Defenseless against
the harsh breeze of reality

Love simply will never be
the concrete monument
of eternal permanency
we poetic weavers of fantasy
desire it to be

So embrace the sensation while it last