Smiley Face

He pushes his shopping cart down the rutted makeshift sidewalk

Half humming a tune no one else would care to hear

Nothing makes sense in this world of his, but then again, what does

And you, in your hybrid self-indulgence feel sorry for his fate as you trudge off to work

In daily dreams of lethargic trance, not realizing you are any richer

Than some bum with flop soled shoes and one sock, encased in matted human waste

The sun beat leather, one could call it a face, is an inkling of our own mirrored image

If we ever looked closer beneath the makeup we call happiness

Oh, I imagine everyone else must feel blessed, if such a word ever made sense,

But your gods never gave a crap about the pittance of crimpled dollars

Which buy the guilt of your own lost life, as you follow like lemmings

To the coffee pots, that churn away, making the miserable mud even more so.

But keep your eyes on the road, and avert yourselves to the things you call horror

Because those are the very things that are humanity and you have created the borders

And you have become judge jury and executioner to the invisible masses

Who could care not one iota of your ‘freedom’…you will never, if you ever gave life a moment,

You will never… be free, caught in the hysteria of every moment that doesn’t matter

Your own genocide will be the history of your emoji filled dereliction.

The World Is Hers to Keep

The World Is Hers to Keep

She hides among the trees

In her stories,

Especially in the autumn sun

When the air is cool and crisp

And the leaves crunch at her feet.

she laughs along the river bend

where waters run swift and long

whirl pooling among the winding bank

and skipping upon the stepping stones

and dances to the other side.

she sighs when the clouds appear

her shadow has no home

she chases the bluebirds along

and sings her favorite song.

She cries when the butterflies

Disappear in the waves of grass

The stand so tall in the gentle breeze

Sending whippoorwills to their nests.

She lies among the rolling hills

And rocks herself to sleep

Old man winter comes on tippy toes

The world is hers to keep.

More is Never Enough

More is Never Enough

 

We are perpetual motion,

you and i,

continually feeding the fire

the passion that burns on relentlessly.

we are stalks of grain

carried by the wind,

seeking out the warmth of noon suns

aching skyward.

even in the rain

and the beating of hail

we stand defiant

soldiers ready for battle

flying, yet still rooted

soaring, yet entwined

wrapped under the cover of darkness

we whisper sweet love and sorrowful pain

wanting more,

and more is never enough.

Shards of Glass

Shards of Glass

I ponder each piece

Broken in rage and madness

Laying before me

A simple cut

Quick and decisive

I did not care for the sound

Of the pane breaking

Nor was it for hatred

Or violence in act

It simply intrigued me

What would happen

Once the glass broke

What of the shards

They spoke to me

Drag me across your arm

Feel the warmth, the rush

The flow of crimson

Rivers escaping you

Now you are the ocean

Your create

You marvel

You, in glory

Watch life

How does it end

Is there peace

Or pain

Is the peace

The irony of no pain?

We all eventually fade to black

That is our destiny

Should we take a quicker journey?

To the finality

Or must we suffer through

The vanity of mankind

Torturing ourselves

And each other.

More is Never Enough

More is Never Enough

 

We are perpetual motion,

you and i,

continually feeding the fire

the passion that burns on relentlessly.

we are stalks of grain

carried by the wind,

seeking out the warmth of noon suns

aching skyward.

even in the rain

and the beating of hail

we stand defiant

soldiers ready for battle

flying, yet still rooted

soaring, yet entwined

wrapped under the cover of darkness

we whisper sweet love and sorrowful pain

wanting more,

and more is never enough.

I watch as the rain streaks the windows

I watch as the rain streaks the windows

Hoping for some clarity, on another day

You enter the bar, where I sit as the world goes by

This is the part where time stops,

Where I catch my breath

Inhaling you as you walk past

And drown in the scent of you

Oh how I want to be that morning after

From the night before

Tangled in you, touching, being touched

Craving, no …more than that

Craving is to tame

I want to crawl into you,

Ravage in the beauty of you

Listen to your gasps, moans and sighs

As the ride we are on rollercoasters

I reach for the shadow of you as you pass

Wanting any part of you to stay a moment

I want to drown in all of it, your scent

Your alluring tease, I know it’s for me

Even if you deny it, I will make it for me

For the moment it’s all I have

All I want, and all I need

Living in this dream….

.…I stare no where

Past the window where the streaks

from the rain have dried

and the world continues, just the same.

Progress

Progress, the machine rolls downhill
Plugging away at every corner
Humanity’s destiny is spat out
Civility has become a cruel joke.

Some semblance sought
Yet the cries vacate our hearts
The crud knows no borders
Lives are at stack and nothing matters

Our last breathe is still waiting
Choking on the sorries of yesterday
There are no nations, there are no heroes
Our lasting vestige is our own silence

America

America,

Your sons and daughters are lost with no direction

Pulled to the brink of fracturing

The politically rich have gone mad in their power

The middle class is drowning in an over zealot political correctedness

The leaves them breathless and cowering in the corners of darkness

The poor, no longer exist, they are ghost to themselves and all others

Veterans are chastised, without hope and no chance for glory

They hold guns at their own heads,

The trigger is taught and the rope tightens around their necks

The blacks are burning the streets of every ethnic tomorrow

The whites are crazed with becoming an hysteria beyond sense

The browns climb the corporate latter over fences and nothing is ever enough

The women are tossing fetuses

and the men laugh at the vain attempt to reconcile their manhood

We have succumbed to the Catlin’s and the Kardasians, they are the new disease

The news is re-cycled and censored and opined, there is no truth,

 

America,

We have facebooked the truth, we have snapshot and instagramed our lives

To meaningless squabble and pointless rhetoric

No one cares for the likes of the O’Riellys or the Krauthammers

No one gives a fuck for the truth, is all a make believe

hidden in free speech and ill begotten slang

we substituted our words and emotions for emojis

we substituted pussy for p-word, nigger for n-word, fuck for f-word

what difference does it make, we speak it we feel it we substitute it

the meaning of it doesn’t change, yet we put our lives on the line

for nothing, for symbols and sayings and its all a load of crap

 

America,

We the people, are a load of crap,

buried in blankets, burrowed in the underpasses and tressels of the cities

we are swaddled in bloodied cloth, umbilical cords dangling

left dying in the trash bins and garbage dumps

washed away like fucking flint Michigan

where you are better off drinking your own piss

we are new born babies tossed by the crack whores

there is the crux of the matter

if it screams, or needs feeding throw it away

it will only make the brain hurt more

yet all we can do is scream some fucked up cry

“we want equal this we want equal that”

And all I can say is America, leave me the fuck alone

Death’s Screams

I fear nothing of my being,

my conscious self, cries not

except in silence, waiting death of the soul

and all things must stop, and their is no existence.

 

What of my words,

sitting in a string of ones and zeroes

floating in the technical clouds,

have we become too interdependent with the machine.

 

What of your words,

existing in soundless waves

molecules floating never recieved

is the end so abrupt and we are thrown off our world.

 

we are really nobodies

dust covered ashes to wither away

the end of days is a new reality

without a thought to whisper us by on another poem