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

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

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

Blinky Crazy

You held the Glock 23 in your hand

I was too dumb to be scared

The sweat seemed to be burning your eyes

Blinking crazily

The barrel was pointing

Innocently threatening

Everything was in slow motion

Every syllable lasting for ever

I couldn’t hear what you were saying

It didn’t make sense to me

There is never a good day to die

Waiting for my life to flash me by

It didn’t come

I stood there too dumb to move

A target of your hate

By breathing this air

Like rainwater standing in pools

The words in on monastic syllables

Spit drops flying in slow motion

Hate burning in your eyes

The pain behind the hate

Clearly visible

The flash comes now

Bright without pain

I hear the sound as I fall

The lead going through my skull

Spinning me around before I hit the floor

Seeing red slide down the wall

I think you killed me that day

As light fades to grey

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