Alarm! Alarm!
A call to arms!
Think more intrinsic
Tequila until we are sick

Abate and wait
For goodness sake
Reality: a plate
Hunger: No can take

And the food comes
It is reactionary, arbitrary, mind-waste
We toil our sums
Effort boiled down to a modicum

Idiot #1 to Idiot #2:
"I like your name"
"We are the same"
"I am sad because my name means 'nothing'
Idiot #2: my name also means nothing--we are the same let us hive-mind for grout pleesurare"

Of loft, the echoes whisper
Time, my lover, my mistress
Of wordsmiths, she knows myriad

Penned, the great times they had
That open portal awaits...

"Remember that time when?"
we'll say to our 'friend'
the broker of undooing
"when I dragged her out of a bar"

Time ensuing

The 'fiend' becomes a 'lover'
Can't hold a cover
Reality rears it's teeth

'Remember that time?'
A 'voice' will address
A voice will confess
For all the **** you have gotten through

Noise in the membrane
YOU keep you sane
Life is not a plane

A 'line' is 'fine' if you have no 'mind'

Invisible clutter
A lonely stake
Absence of mother
A cautionary take

We are alone
When we not want to be
Sins to atone
For our vacancy

The idiots we wrap ourselves around
Mirror the idiots of our parental ground
Society will shove
Everyone who wants to be loved

And make a buck.

Thirsty eyes, puckered. Shut.
A hot wind drowns the dream.
Shells crack open, hungry, clamorous.
Mothers race against the ultra-violet pour.

Eons ago, leagues of saline overhead but,
Now the fossils boil under a cool greed.
The altar of self; narcissistic & glamorous
A digital baptism now on the store.



The echo-chambers are deafened in deliberate din.
Ad-space available for thoughts within
The Geppettos of bedlam tug at their toys
Subscribe, retweet; perpetuate the noise.

The worst war rages, even after the two we were taught
It's a holocaust against freedom & independent thought
Of course, pictures still circulate of tanks and bombs
Yet the casualties now reside on apps and the .com's

First or last, freedoms don't come 'free'
They are an obligation, a responsibility
These things are not cheap, it took deaths to inherit
A legacy of liberty to not demerrit

Don't clutch the sand in vanity
To establish an extrinsic periphery
When all you seek is validity
As a part of humanity

Cut The Strings.

Speak, freely.

The sun sets
Into bed
The darkness creeps
Let us sleep

Secrets untold
Unconscious unfold
The hand of Fate
A dream awaits

The curtain rises
All sorts of surprises
For harm done
The cache of a setting sun

The blood, it flows
As violence goes
Viscera, shows
Subconscious woes

Am I alive?
Am I dead?
The shame arrives
My wake-less head

The past screams
To know what it means
Memories stark
Afraid of the dark

Do I wake?
Or am I not at all?
Just a mistake
Freedom to fall

The hole... is mine
An insipid rhyme
An architect, by design
To seek and never find...

The solace of a monster

A historical legacy of extrinsic homicide
But,  we come up dry for suicide
A grippy-sock-vacation...
"No gun in my nation"

Baby-un-doers, people-erasers
It's an opiniated face in this pleasure
A burglar is a child
"Killing babies is wild!"

In your hands, ultimate precision
In your hands; ultimate decision
Lend me your piece
So, I can make peace

With someone who would never break into your home.

Dazzled, bewitched, betwixt
Your attention is clearly affixed
To  fantasy, a dream--a non-reality
This sad thing you see as me

But, I love you as you are
Although, your dreams take you far
Away into the distance
Illusion believed as instance

Beauty decried by the blind
Have regard for those left behind-
Sight intoxicating
Left waiting,

And wanting; more


It's just a door!
But, you adore

A projection
Of a reflection

Of what you can't keep inside
The elephant you cannot hide


But, it's just a door!
A portal into possibility
You're wanting more
And never question what you seek

In this hallway
there are many doors
It's easy to run away
And simply choose one that is 'ours'

But, we must question our periphery
Understand not all is what we see
We must find Love internally
Before professing it eternally;
"To truly love another--first, I must love me"