Living my life
one breath
at a time
Maybe
a little too hard
for a well worn man
of my obvious limitations
Sharp pain explosion
Numbness spreads
Better lay down
and clear
my suddenly
dizzy head
Screams
and commotion
Sirens blare
My express trip
to intensive care
Men in white
wheel me in
Monitor my
life functions
beep beep beep
follow the bouncing
beep
High tech toys flash red
Tube goes
up my nose
Apprehension grows
Here we go
Close the show
Fade to black
Flat line melody
Step into
the white light
and don't
look back
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
The casual observer
and innocent bystander
sharing a bottle of transparency
down at Cafe Apathy
Putting their two cents in
the neon jukebox
they blare the latest hit
from the high profile band
Vox Populi
Well dressed media pundits
converge on the scene
to conduct yet another
well choreographed focus group
to tell us what it all means
An evening of cliche laden
conversation they will spend
leading the random sample sheep
to conclusions that meet the desired end
The well coiffed prop messiah
in the tailored suit
will be spoon fed this data eventually
in the spirit of self fulfilling prophesies
Which will validate the legitimacy
of his devoted apostles
who spread the word
of the second coming
to the disinterested patrons
of Club Apocalypse
who are too busy
achieving perfect numbness
to buy in to the consumable product
that passes for modern absolute truth
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Let us concede
that hatred had
a really big year
Riding a seemingly endless
winning streak
fueled by mutual fear
and a sense of dread
that by next news cycle
any one of us
could end up dead
Constant retaliations
leave us seeking isolation
behind walls of false insulation
Treating the symptoms
without curing the disease
simply delays
the body's demise
If we are to survive
we gotta realize
we are one species
one humanity
sharing the same planet
for a limited time
No one country
No one ideology
No one theology
No one person
is better than the next
Peace will only come
to this troubled blue speck
with mutual respect
and global equality
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
I want to thank all of you who have read my poem "I Fell In Love With You" (POEM 99). I am truly amazed that so many of you fellow poets have found this poem to your liking, re-posted, left comments or just read.
I will do my best to read and comment on your poetry, to visit and say HI in some way over the next few days.
For a lot of you, and me as well, writing poetry is like breathing air, we would die if we didn't (not sure who said this first, don't think it was a poet, but an author), perhaps not literally, but definitely inside we would be dead. So for me your reading and all is like fresh air and I am amazed and humbled by all of you.
Thank you.
Aztec
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
You hit us
We hit back
Round and round
Punch and counter punch
Hatred is trending
Now we commence
once again
the ****** dance
to avenge Paris
and get our revenge
as humanity descends
deeper
into the abyss
of recycled violence
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
I've always struggled
with the concept of appropriate
Forever straining the fabric
of social conventions
I am harmless though
but I realize
my flights from propriety
make friends and family cringe
Like a maladjusted puzzle piece
forever battling to fit in
to somehow pass for normal
People call me a character
as they snicker and chatter
about my latest indiscretion
I smile like fools do
but it bothers me
more than they know
Why do I always
have to be
out
of
sync?
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
All the pilgrims gather
for their weak *** Sunday blather
as stained glass saints bear witness
to prayers recited by rote
by the zombie congregation
awash in traditional hypocrisies
Sinners seeking to con their way
into happily ever after eternity
As if salvation can be bought
by slipping some coin
into the collection plate
You best take those homilies
and hymns you sing off key
a tad more seriously
Absorb those ancient words to heart
and begin to walk
the righteous walk
Amen
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
I am today
not who I was yesterday
Nor am I now
who I shall be tomorrow
Is this evolution or erosion?
The natural ebb and flow
of the currents of time
Or perhaps change
is nothing more
than a state of mind?
I don't know
Who's to say?
Tis all a crap shoot anyway
Keep the change
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Deep within this blaring intersection
hangs a man from a blood drenched cross
Looking down on the pilgrims below
as they scurry madly to and fro
What was once
a tourist curiosity show
now a trivia question nobody knows
Part of the 24/7 scenery unseen
Melded into the mosaic of a society lost
Just another annoying city obstacle
we step over and around
As we mutter about urban clutter
Nobody bothers to take the time
to see humanity's greatest crime
Not one soul will be found
to help this wounded soul down
A slice of 21st Century selfishness
The new original sin
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
This much I know
Twas a night of epic cheer
Though it turned to blur
sometime between
hello and good bye
So here I lie
in a strange bed
Unclear how I got here
or what I did
and with whom
Singular or plural
Very hard to say
Next move
Do I sneak out silently
or snuggle
with the mystery lump
laying next to me?
Is this the end
or a romance beginning?
What was her name again?
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC