You aren’t going to get me to believe in love

When you are competing in an arms race

Your pity isn’t a trait endowed from above

There is no curing what you foiled

.

You can say I didn’t matter

But you still imitate me when next up to bat

You are on deck, but your talent is a speck

Amongst a wreck of failed attempts; crippled acrobat

.

When it all goes to hell

What you said will be used against you

Your ego will be up for a low bid

That community you would die for will show autoimmunity

.

Everyday lunatics make this world spin

Hamsters on a wheel trying to win

A race at a hurried pace

Drinking that lace kool-aid like it’s going out of style

.

I may be an anomaly

But I am human all too human

I am damned if I do;

amongst a select few

who knows free will is a viral lie;

the psychological flu


It’s amazing how just writing out my thoughts can be relieving.

Moody pt 2

Feeling Lovey-dovey. You’re cuter than a bunny

More delightful than a comb of honey

Innocent like church giggles

But a bit fickle; why do you ‘despise’ pickles?

You could smooth the wrinkles in the fabric of time

With just the warmth of your heart

Your compassion is your ego’s rampart

Moody

I would rather be alone and easy prey

for those that pray to win a painless fray

it’s mean but I have to say

that society is an ashtray for the celestial

I have to clear my airway; I’m allergic to the decay

They rather frown but don’t want to be hailed as a clown

So, when they smile its dismay on display

I can hear your exasperation but let me relay

It is simply cliché at this point to call me a rebel

I am well adapted to slander; my ego finds solace in a clam shell

Cause when its dark out you have to protect your inner light

There is a problem with this place, dare I say

Your body is nothing but a buffet for pathogens, per se

We forget our traumas as we reproduce

So we are producing fresh produce that by five longs for a noose

Therefore, let us admit it

The path to the next generation is through a web of lies, crochet

I need no one cause to be partnered in a bobsleigh

is love for its own sake and seems fake

Even to say, “it’s positive for Christ’s sake!”

Makes me want to fall asleep alone and never wake

I’ve been losing sanity but finding peace

Sounds like a fair trade; considering,

My lease on life kept being extended

Even with a blade to my wrist

Tempting an inner beast to savor the taste of blood

It was like I was boozing heavily with no relief

Day after day falling into a toxic belief

“There is no way out of this hell”

Well, now I know there is no way out

Like being lost in a roundabout

But insanity is a fine state for me

.

They are scratching out the facts like playing with turntables

Melodic lies from the melodramatic

They got my name twisted so sadistically

enemies are eying me like I’m biscuits and gravy

or the flutter of a short skirt

gluttony or lust

whatever sin floats your boat

but the point is is that I don’t gloat

I just give you a keynote drifting about my head

But to witness my ego would require a rowboat to transverse the moat

Between my castle of glass and everyone else

.

I can flip quicker than a leaf on the breeze

Sad to happy; happy to the pits of despair

No time to prepare in a world where nothing is fair

Just for a glare, they will strip you bare

I love nothing in this world;

that’s life without a care

God made up of rain

The devil made of mud

Saturated in her grace

The good crusade against the bad

The bad is the good in ugly lighting

Morality is all about opportunistic hatred

If arrogance is my deadly sin

Then incompetence is theirs

They believe in a world that doesn’t believe in them

force-fed gossip and irrelevant data

Educate the youth now so they can be statistics later

It makes no sense, but society is sick

Therefore anything built from its soil will fail

To cure it.

You fell from grace right onto your face

“Before I die let me have vengeance”

You sterilized your soul; heart in an icebox

That just made you better at being destructive

To be that which hurt you isn’t very constructive

To see another perspective

is to lose your perspective

Empathic trance; down another rabbit hole

But the high is always interrupted

when your perspectives merge,

you forget the motivation

of the perspective that cared to be empathic

Apathy arises; syncing canceled

Some of my favorite times on this planet

was playing pretend with you

Everything was either evil or heavenly

The whole shebang debatable;

hostile anger was always cultivatable

Siding with or against pundits and celebs on topics

While obsessing over what describes depressing

Humans possess the body

The soul is the ghost

Even without the flesh, we are heathens

Habitual entities looking for an esthetic paradise

We could make dust dance

and do

For we are what possess

You aren’t your body or your 9 to 5

You are the little sparkle of crazy

in a constellation of stardust

Such an evolution with this blog. You can see it in the content of the poems, their formatting, and the range of complexity. From a seed, an inkling of a potential hobby that I was toying with, into a seedling, something I obsess over for a good ten-fifteen minutes every day or few days.

I don’t always read my news feed, but when I do, I am impressed.  I also don’t always know how to respond to interactions like comments, but I appreciate them when they come. Even if comments/likes don’t come, just you taking the time to read my stuff is cool to me. I mean it. So, thank you all.

They want you perfect in a world of fuckups

So, the key is to be human but never muck up

While complete screw-ups do their due diligence

To help you look the part

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being human is all about being out of harmony

Its insanity for humanity

to even ponder on perfection

That is like a child ruminating about the sun

while in the womb

..

We want a beau ideal

from something that can’t comprehend perfection

The task is impossible

So, all we get is feed for the gossip rags

Not counting their expression (packaged and sold)

Celebs are just here to be talked about

Love and hatred is a show of affection for an obsession  

They aren’t better or worse

They are us with a spotlight forever on them

Their reputation precedes them

Therefore, prepared ideas of affection and rejection

are all they will find cause that is all we can give

….

We count their screw-ups and

even rank the interesting ones

Everyone loves a list of a top ten

But we would need a calculator

to calculate our own fuckups

so we don’t even bother to tally

as we rally against another V.I.P making a fallacy

It’s groundhog day; we are stagnate

the weight of the world is your cellmate

broadcasts on revolving politics are our Strait—

jacket which keeps us from clawing at our psyche

too much information: too little relevance

“I told the devil ‘I have two left feet: I can’t dance with you,’”

How cute of you. You gave your horn a toot

But let’s get real; humans have the zeal but can barely cartwheel

In comparison to the carnage a pathogen can cause

waltzing with the devil (a major faux pas) is like a toddler

causing a playroom mess  over a dispute with Santa Claus

 Compare a dictator to the flu, a gang of viruses that strike every holiday season

Snatching elders and babies like they were fish in a barrel

Natural criminals and statistically primeval the way they cause upheaval

“Oh, he a devil worshiper?!”

At best a weirdo and at worse a lunatic with the audacity of a crusader

Don’t believe the hype; the movies entertain

Mother nature sustains the true pintsize monsters with nothing but birdbrain

We the egg heads though

Surely, humanity can outdo the evil of lesser fiends

Though we can’t even move an effective distance without machines

with combustible engines, so we must gas up before vengeance

That is like asking for permission to buy a permit before killing

 You aren’t a monster; you are a customer

Don’t believe the hype; the gurus and prophets are variants of a hustler

Every addict needs a supplier

The past requires the present to prove its existence

Intertwined concepts stitched at the hip

Witness the artifact and observe the dinosaur bones

It happened but we only believe if you demonstrate it

But a demonstration is the present masquerading as the supposed past

You proved the existence of the now

As you show proof of the then

Walk through that fear

I don’t care if you have to stumble

As though wobbly from a lot of beer

Fumble for the truth and entice that reflection

Prepare to rumble with your assumptions, no affection

For that which leads to the need to fraction

I am on the fringe, but is it because I am unhinged

Or just binge eat trauma and scorn

Am I a product of my environment

Or is a society just a disposable product to me

Is the disdain mutual or is it ‘monkey see; monkey do’

But who started mimicking first…