Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hotTyping your best to empty all thought Pouring your soul into force upon the keysYour woman walks past with a dress above the knees Now you can’t think or type or stammer straightThe hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late You pray to the spirits of procastrinationContinue reading “Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot”

Where Are The Heroes For Our Own Time

Where are the heroes for our own timeThe poets & warriors to lead the chargeI’m not the effigy of your incompetent apathyMerely the pirate of record, by & large Who will join me among these ranksTo beat back the mind-numbing attitudesTo hell with society & its reality televisionTaking my crew to more temperate latitudes

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

  Emerging from the night of lost souls A rough morning with make-up in your eyes Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished But your heart now belongs to the man of flames You don’t remember how your dressContinue reading “Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls”

The Government Wants To Lock Me Up

The government wants to lock me up For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan Turning society into robotic morons I just can’t continue to work for The Man Trying to sell us artificial stimulants Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought Falsified histories & professional victims The system wipes us away without any thoughtContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

Maybe The Morning

Maybe the morning Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be You rise a little softer on that day Emerging from a cocoon for me to see Winter blankets fall away like nebulae Taller than is expected from a Belle Not so confident at first light The arching sun; the pillory of hell Stretching in myContinue reading “Maybe The Morning”

I Can’t Swim That Far

I can’t swim that farNo use for a sailor like meFloating with the jetsamWithout the pomp or jubileeThis grey cell rockingOn each & every waveAt the whim of natureI pray for Jesus to saveA daily grind in hellNo time for witty quipsThis a mere life raftFor the Devil’s Flagship

I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It

  I’m tired, weary, fatigued, however you want to call it This world is tearing itself apart, with no end in sight Neighbors can’t stand the appearance of each other If we don’t swerve, we’re all going to face the fiery night Reject hate, reject them, reject the world’s system I don’t care if kindnessContinue reading “I’m Tired, Weary, Fatigued, However You Want To Call It”

The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls

The world is full of villains & misguided soulsTrying to drag us down to where they forever dwellThey take advantage & find ways to get elected on liesSummoning their teams of bureaucrats to send us to hellThey have money, power & zero regard for the truthYou’d have to be deaf, dumb & blind to notContinue reading “The World Is Full Of Villains & Misguided Souls”

I Don’t Know What The Hell I’m Doing

I don’t know what the hell I’m doingI’m just trying to feel my way throughThis existence offers many pitfallsWorking within our struggles, those BluesThere’s only one way to survive hereYou’ve got to continue to fight your urgesFinding the right path to paradisePiecing together words to sing the dirty dirges

Riding Out These Rough Seas

  Riding out these rough seas Trying to shield our shipwrecked daughters Storms moving in on us rather quickly Feeling hell’s heat & it’s only getting hotter From port to port, not knowing where to go Living free & clear is the only way to live Every day out on this cleansing ocean I prayContinue reading “Riding Out These Rough Seas”

The Clouds Descend Upon Us

The clouds descend upon usStress compounding at this time of yearGetting darker as the days buildWaxing upon the fruition of fear This world is a bloody hellA disaster proven before the ink driesScorn for a distant foundationFutility in which all hope slowly dies The darkness returnsLooking for a story to wryly beginMiscommunications falter& I wadeContinue reading “The Clouds Descend Upon Us”

Choosing Certain Words

   Choosing certain words With connotations to stir The hearts of the audience Cocked crow with pubic fur Sitting uncomfortably – like whaa? Where the hell is he going with this Delusional in this rehabilitating fatigue Longing for the peace that I miss

Surviving By The Bright Light of Day

  Surviving by the bright light of day Pouring coffee directly into my weary eyes Can’t sleep at night since I must remain alert Anxious; trying to hide my soul’s invisible cries Gathering my wits to merely successfully exist Waiting for the other shoe to drop & Hell to begin Tired of cowering away inContinue reading “Surviving By The Bright Light of Day”