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Thought it to be an easy read Yet the words were hard to digest Meaning dancing slowly in my mind Subtly creeping past the singular rest
Retracing lines to navigate ritual Where do we reform elegant words Removed from obvious transparency Heaped among the notorious & absurd
But we can still be returned to normal Reassembled without any scars of the war Truth absolved of the fictions we wrote Back to the pages I quietly implore
Speak up, stand up; announce to the world
Spread the news of truth’s availability
Don’t be shy; we’re all in this together
Easy now, no need to hate on my virility
I honestly distrust anything popular or sacred
Passing them by & allow them to hide
I have to figure it out 20 years later
Force-filtered through life & time & tide
Opposing magnetic poles claiming Orwell
Both deluding themselves he’s their saint
But he was human & all the related flaws
His divinity seems a little too quaint
We need people with a firm, decisive choice
No interest in your ineffectual, intellectual porn
There’s no time for pussyfooting around
We must find the truth & feed it to the bullhorn
Listening to Wollstonecraft on the radio “Don’t turn that dial!”, that’s what the DJ said Not tied to any system; I’m still analog I’m dangerous; so the advertisers pled
Hereditary responsibility to the common good Therefore I don’t believe what I’ve been taught I see y’all got opinions, from your suburban thrones & these school systems regurgitating corporate rot
Criminal malpractice leaves us with poor examples But we’ve seen far worse on both sides of the aisle Bribing the lowest common denominator for votes Rewrite history, but perhaps that’s not in your files
I’ve been cast off, labeled a subversive heretic But I’m easy – so I’m doing my best to unlearn To unwind these falsehoods they tried to entrench The slow burn; time to take candor for a turn
Rash choices based upon juvenile aesthetics The understanding that we all might partake Though one must know speaking the truth too loud Turns into testimony & they might burn us all at the stake
Life doesn’t have to be difficult It’s not easy or perfect or always fun Often times we must merely survive It’s all a cycle – a promise of a rising sun
Keep vigilant & maintain the good fight Anything is possible when you have hope Let us go into battle hand in hand But first – a quickie would really help me cope
Transitional glories of the forlorn Where do we begin to find solace Ancient cries of those forgiven Trading a reckoning for eternal bliss
Standing high on a sailor’s mount Searching for souls in which to confide A bounty shall be easily & surely lost Yet remaining steadfast with the coming tide
I have stacks of unused paper
Like the untouched dreams in my head
We all have the forks in our roads
But often take the easier path instead
So many distractions in my way
To give in to them would leave me mundane
I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence
I’d much rather push the envelope & become insane
The results always lead to the same ending
We’ll all wander into death before we’re through
I don’t want to take a straight line to get there
I hope to zig, all the while forever holding onto you
Come on up for a cup of coffee
I hope you’ve brought your cheery attitude
My place will be easily discovered
The one with the gentleman toasting you in the nude
I’m just trying to live my life
Extending some gratitude along the way
Showing the people how I can love
For we never know when it’ll be our last day
I don’t always wake up with a smile
But it’s always easier if I somehow do
Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass
Together with a grin; I’m gonna make it through
Incomplete rants are broken thoughts Antique shutters dangle in the breeze Vaccinated by expired truth serums Eye twitches; our hostess is ill at ease
Yet remaining upright on the page Our fate wrapped in a trickster’s charm Subtle strokes without remorse Only dried ink leaves us disarmed
Subverting all the easy answers Sacred is our fundamental right to choose However your speculations drift Cut the devil’s throat and wrap him in Winter’s hues
Love letters to myself A hug written upon a notecard Scribbles for no one else Sometimes life is just too hard Taking moment away from the herd Break off from all that I know Losing myself in nature’s glory Words can slow the overflow Breathe – just letting it happen Soon, I’ll be able to take some more Reflecting my small truths It’s easier to recover upon the shore
Waking up to exposed sunshine I find myself easily seduced Once I tried become a Stoic But with my heart, it’s no use I’m a hopeless romantic But I try not to let anyone know In this disheveled morning I’ll have another merlot
She’s out there again Dancing in the moonlight It’s easy to tell Things just aren’t right It got to be too much Life went too far She doesn’t say much anymore Every night she wanders under the stars
Stayed up all night trying to write
I still can’t get you out of my head
Sleep didn’t come easy this night
Giving anything to only go to bed
The clock ticks past two & three
Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find
Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be
Another scotch to still my racing mind
Looking past clear stars Each universe has a split seam Stretch your fingers wide Leave behind your American Dream Be easy & think yourself free Our minds hold us back in chains Silently slip through the hole Never following you with their pains
Sometimes I don’t want to love you But I know there’s no real choice My heart longs for your touch Your kisses give my soul a voice Sometimes you don’t make it easy But we always make it through This world is a beautiful place Much better since I share it with you
I saw the sparkle in your eyes Knowing you the way I do I hurried to put the girls in bed Desiring quality time with you Losing my shirt on my way Growing excited with only thought Tonight I’m about to be your prey I’m trying to easily get caught
Don’t tell me how’s its gonna be When you’ve never been I’ve seen the angry sea You’re not among the salty men Don’t act like you have a clue Clinging to the dirt You’ve never seen a color that blue Never felt your soul cringe & hurt You’re looking for easy praise Don’t want to be a weathered cog Riding waves on endless days You’re still crisp; a mere pollywog