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Monday, May 14, 2018

the rage

the world in shadows
they want us in the dark
dragons behind every wall
rage wanting it all to burn
decisions defined by monsters
they tell their child
to fear the dark
easier to manipulate
you gave their futures away
molding them
to what they couldn't be
the actions of every man
good or bad irrelevant
the world is a dark place
impossible to see the light
they want us there
the rage building
volcano about to erupt
lashing out blindly
dragons laughing behind their walls
decisions defining fate
the casualties pain
just another tool
in a Public Relations campaign
dreams lost in the dart
happiness just a fantasy
drifting between borders
looking in the mirror
seeing the face of their father
fade into darkness
rage wanting all to burn
 
 

Sunday, May 13, 2018

guilt



Seen you today
Sitting there
Eyes reaching across
Recognition dawned
Then you look away
One more glance
Making sure
what you seen was true
diverted that look forever
thought about going over
maybe to say Hi
I am not one of your demons
Diverting your glaze said it all
Recognition and guilt
Can’t go back
To what never was
So why the look of guilt
Perfume so intoxicating
Weaving its tantalizing web
Never going to happen
Words said with sassy tension
Contemplated and rejected  
It never even crossed my mind
Saw you sitting there
Saw recognition dawn
Seen you ignore and look away
Wish the past away
I turned walking a different path
Never looking back
It was only a matter of time

Friday, May 4, 2018

Beauty



Botox beautiful
No less original
Trying to look eighteen again
The fountain of youth
In a needle
Botox crazy
No less arrogant
Working towards elegance
Artificial presence
Improving the facade
Old lines said again
Needles and knives
Agony airbrushed over
Botox beautiful
Creative original
Augmenting reality
Dedicated to self-mutilation

Saturday, April 7, 2018

The Valley of Darkness


All those people gone
All that youth lost
All those families changed forever
All those dreams unfulfilled
All that life left lost
It is a sad reality
Life can change so quickly
It can affect so many people
Tomorrow will be just another day
Come snow, wind or rain
We will sleep a troubled night
Thinking what could have been
Anger will come later

All that life left lost
All those lives changed
All those unfulfilled dreams
All that life wasted
All that youth lost
All that is left is why

Sunday, January 28, 2018

The smell of misery

The smell of misery is heavy on the air
The  president is a Liar and a cheater
Our prime minister is a pretty boy wannabe
Spending us into bankruptcy
Rocket man pushing bottoms
Russia pushing needles
What is the point of life
All so absurd till the end
Then it makes sense
Floating in the darkness of the sea

What is going to happen
What is going to happen to you
What is going to happen to me

Mocking  Satire at all the excess wealth
A Narcissistic president with big hair and small hands
Tweeting morally debased rhetoric
The me too movement
Protecting him the office he holds
A actor for a prime minister
Who writes his lines
Taxing the poor to pay the wealthy
Policies so nakedly commercial
Gloating in the shadows

What is going to happen
What is going to happen to you
What is going to happen to me

axiom-spouting war monks
Terrorizing women and children
Keeping them negatively educated  
Strapping bombs on the delusional young
Government sponsored Retweeting bots
Hypocrisy of organized religion
The pope who stands and denies
What is the point of life
So absurd till we die
Then it makes sense
Floating in the darkness

What is going to happen
What is going to happen to you
What is going to happen to me

The smell of misery is heavy on the air
tradition and doctrine don’t really matter
spiritual history through new myths for this pluralistic society
Playing catch up in the moral necessities
The here and now
This politicians are no iconoclasts
during a time of seismic shifts
Life becomes meaningless
Billionaires fly to Switzerland
Paying 75 dollars for a hamburger


What’s going to happen
What’s going to happen
What’s going to happen to you
What’s going to happen to me

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Skid Row Cowboy

counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way 
of slapping your face
feeling guilt 
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past
anonymously intimate

not who I wanted to be
not who I was 
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont

A flawed man
doing the the best I can

a raven stares 
black eyes staring through
picking at my soul
the silence in my heart
echoing in my ears

every new beginning
the first step towards the end

skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows

they cant ear me
they don't see me
just a flawed man
somebodies regret
no one cares
that I am gone

counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way 
of slapping your face
feeling guilt 
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past

skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows

not who I wanted to be
not who I was 
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont

A flawed man
doing  the best I can





Thursday, June 15, 2017

Red Mist



Pseudonym
Names made up
On this side of the water
Memories come back in flashes
The smell of sweat and death
Red mist and flying meat
Days of waiting in the heat
Freezing in the silence
Waiting for hell to visit
Staring at the moon
Normalized back at home
Desensitized to reality
Waiting in silence for hell
Feeling the eyes following
The shadows talking
Concrete walking
Drowning in the very air
That gives life
Claustrophobia
In wide open spaces
Walls closing in
Missing the good times
Masquerading as something else
Wasn’t happy then
Only remembering it was
Waiting in silence
With a painted on smile
For hell to return
With its rage