Glitter Glitter
Shine and shimmer
Whether pressed in coin
Or rolled and mirrored,
Brick by brick
Watch it
Glimmer Glimmer
Here Dust and Gold will
Always linger
Safe from any grubby fingers
Mined and minted
“Mine!
I meant it!”
The oldest currency
Since
Flesh and bone;
This blood from stone
Makes the world go round, around
Makes the world go round
Sets the bar, makes a mark
In market shares
And achievement charts
A Golden Star, just for you
Gold Standard, Golden Ratio-
(My, how the luster glows…)
And, of course, the
Golden Rule-
More appropriately,
The Gold And Rule
For he who has it
Makes the rules
And always
-Always-
Do to others
BEFORE
They do unto you!
That’s the REAL secret, don’t you know-
How else to maintain the status quo?
“Use your sense!
Save your cents!
The only thing with persistence is-“
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
I often feel frac/
tured
As though I’ve
f
a
l
l
e
n
Between
The
Cracks
Of
Memory-
Like a broken bottle
Left
Forlornly in a wood,
Or
A faded,
Sun-bleached
Photograph;
Decaying
In an empty house-
When you’ve withdrawn
Upon,
within,
around
Yourself, so much
That even the dust stagnates-
How can you expect
Anyone
To intrude
Into that self-imposed solitude?
Especially,
If you,
Yourself,
Have no clue how to break it?
The bell has lost it’s clapper,
A mallet without a gong,
Tongueless mouth gaping wide-
Emitting only a feeble moan,
Easily dismissed as the wind,
Whipping around the eaves,
and through the trees.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
When I was but a child
I was hewn upon the cross
Paying penance in hammered nail
To keep from wandering, lost
For if my feet, they couldn’t stray,
Would commit no more to sin-
Except for that Original,
And the blot that lay within
Blinking, blood-blind eyes
Burned by brightest Son-
Would fail to meet the gaze
Under weight of crimes
I’ve only yet to’ve done
But soon became apparent
Being culled to feed the Wood-
Castigated;
Plumb, yet prostrate,
Would do me none for good
So,
Being not a martyr,
Or slave to other’s whims,
I set about to descend, and
Form and fashion, wood to bridge
Over the ocean of my sins
To free phalange from o’er spike
And leave a shining line-
To tread an unknown passage,
And seek what kismet mine-
Unburdened by the weight
Others sought upon to brand-
Reaching out, toward the Sun
Cupping it, softly
In my red right hand
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
"Everything we're selling, they're buying it!
Pay-per-view, on demand, God **** they're buying it!
They want more? Hell, we're supplying it!
Ounce by ounce they're spoon-fed ****
Eating it up, little they know,
It's all a Punch and Judy show!
With the man behind pulling the strings
Making his puppets all dance and sing-
What's that? Almost time?
Let me get my smile aligned!
**** the prompt, **** recording,
We'll do it live!
In 5
4
3
2...
Welcome again to the Daily News!
Boy, do we have some stories for you!
Growing crime rates and substance use,
SJWs, protests, and persecuted youths,
Government scandals and political abuse,
Just stay tuned, WE'VE got the TRUTH!
(We're here to bring the fear to you! )
They're at it again, terror overseas-
Stop! Wait! Don't eat that cheese!
Unless it's government supplied
It's full of diseases!
There's a recall on free range that does as it pleases.
Now, back to the war! And it's growing death toll
In those Middle East countries we've sought to control-
Did I say 'control?' I meant liberate!
We share our Dream and conglomerate,
Then they share their oil, ain't it great!?
And now, Tom with the Weather!"
"Today's forecast is hellfire rain,
Earthquakes, floods, a Cat. V hurricane!
You -could- go out if you don't mind the pain!
It's a good choice to stay in.
Between mudslides, fires, and UV rays,
You'd be better off watching us the rest of the day!"
"Thanks Tom! More things up next!
Upcoming brutality and civil unrest!
Just lean back, stay right in your chair;
Whatever you do, don't move from there!
Never know what you'll miss,
Your life's at stake!
We'll tell you how-
After this quick commercial break."
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Our Media Gods with their All-Knowing Eyes
Blinding our sight, pumping out lies
Snow-filled screen set to hypnotize-
Keeping us mesmerized
By the pretty colors all flying by
Feeding us **** in saccharine splendor
With its paper tiger prophets
And consumer agenda
Flaccid talk shows and 'Reality' TV-
They're only showing what they want us to see
Sensationalism sells!
And they gotta push pills!
Trying to 'cure', or **** or frighten away
Any desire to go out and play-
And why bother? It's safer inside,
They tell us it's true!
Now don't go anywhere, it's time for the News...
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
The night is strangely quiet,
But not silent-
The air thick,
Heavy,
A looming fog rumbling in.
Only the faraway yelping
Of a wayward dog
And the dull buzz
Of a tired sodium light
Dare break the silence;
The latter casting stark,
Sepia shadows among the leaves,
Hiding more than it reveals.
Strange,
Isn't it?
How the light can obscure
I sit alone
Among star and shadow,
And some things that are
Both,
And some that are
Neither.
Tugging on a bottle of cheap whiskey,
Filling lung with smoke,
Fruitlessly seeking solace in the
Stillness,
To empty my mind
In the brief hush between
Cigarette,
And shot.
Drag,
Swallow.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
Time for some self-service surgery!
Another bottle in lobotomy,
Splinting back broken dreams
With time-battered memory
And just enough whiskey
There's supposed to be a difference
In Breathing, and Being Alive;
But for the life of me,
I can't remember why.
I
Can't
Remember,
Why?
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
God is great, God provides
Food, shelter, warmth, and life
With faith in God, accomplish all
Without God, you'll surely fall
Always watching, always there,
In your pocket or market shares
God is great, God is green
God is the plastic card
Slipping in the machine
On every bill
And coin
And dollar $ign
In every voice chanting
"Mine! Mine! Mine!"
If present everywhere,
How can it be wrong?
'In God We Trust!'
Hail Mammon.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
Black powder burns in a firework show
Protecting us all from the rest of the world
If you're not like us then you've got to go!
Or sway to our side, I'll tally the votes!
You know our reply, should your answer be no
America the Free; Restrictions apply-
A privilege to live, but a right to die
So long as you tithe Uncle Sam, eat up the lies,
Come drink the water, and look to the skies
So the light of our glory can burn out your eyes
Bow down the the televised, our Celebrity Gods
Their cabinet disciples extolling their flaws-
Nevermind the **** a-frothing their jaws!
If the cameras are rolling, it's all for the cause;
No such thing as bad press if it's drowned in applause!
Do you love your God, Guns, and Government?
(The Holy Trinity of Democracy)
Pray for the war and worship the bullet
Do you love your God, Guns, and Government?
(Protecting us all if we only believe)
Do as you're told, think as we tell it
Do you love your God, Guns, and Government?
(You're doing so well with your head in the sand!)
So well-informed from our media pulpit
Do you love your God, Guns, and Government?
(Don't mine the debris, we're building our brand!)
Scratching away at a fresh-treatised covenant
(I)
Love Your
(My)
God, Guns, and Government
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
Ah, now,
So you agree?
Outstanding!
What a pretty little web I'll weave
For you
Such a delectable morsel-
I mean, delightful mortal!
You turned out to be...
Just lay your head back,
Within my power-
Don't be daft, boy,
I clearly said 'parlor,'
I absolutely salivate to see
What you have in store for me.
Recline back upon my chair,
I'll soon have your soul laid bare!
I won't harm you,
Au contraire!
Your service is much too vital!
Please close your eyes, go to sleep,
My docile yearling, darling sheep,
Let me spin a wondrous dream
Wrought of gold, and finer things
Of court and castle, a fair young king-
It may take some time.
You're sure you want to change, then?
Third's the charm, so they say
Splendid! You've agreed again
Now you just rest, and I'll set to mend
Fancy and reality.
Fair warning-
You may feel a /slight/ pinch.
Pay no mind, trust me,
Trust me.
There now,
Out like a light!
Now I can get to work aright,
Trading Dream for Life.
I /did/ mention the higher fee?
Of course I did,
Silly me.
But being one to keep my word,
I'll start from the end,
And move on forward!
Being a gentleman, little lamb,
I'll leave you one year
And one day then.
A fitting trade, wouldn't you say,
For all you ever dreamed?
And now that I've received my pay,
It's time to send you on your way-
Wake up, wake up!
I'm all but done!
No sense in wasting a day, young one-
Your Highness, my Leige,
Go and enjoy your fantasy!
Don't forget to tell your friends
Who to come and see!
Another satisfied customer, alas,
Time to go,
I'm a very busy man, you know-
Other clients need to cut a deal,
And at my prices? Ha!
What a steal!
Like that lad!
Yes, you!
Come, young sir,
To me, to me
Would you like to buy a Dream?
Or perhaps, a Memory?
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC