Crisis Crux

The losers need to know,
They have a chance.
Families break and splinter,
and Return in the eternal dance.

Lessened, yes, but whole,
This is the cycle we have been bred to.
One rises, one falls,
Another takes the baton, it's true.

Will we remember a time,
when we all rose.
Days pass and our backward eyes haze,
Squinting to see or disparaging of our survival throes.

The bottom is the top to some,
The middle muddies all.
Dream the realness of dread,
Be the one who doesn't fall.

You will forever be in debt,
Of ones who love you, but regret.
You as a set,
of little more than a fish in a net.

Tears Fall from Rocks

A new year dawns and this is the best there is.

There are much more terrible people in the world then you. There are no people I know better than you. I have hurt you at some point in our lives. This is probably the only universal rule I know. Forgiveness implies regret from both sides.

I regret I have never asked it of you.

I do this now.

Our humanity creates bonds which wither and break for no reason other than a spoken word uttered in haste or a deed done which is spurned. Sometimes I wish I was never born, but I heed the lessons of my own life and curse myself for even thinking this.

I have failed if I can't err. You can fail in my eyes and my judgment means naught. By sleeping and waking you prove this to be true.

The strongest bond we have is love and with this pact comes the ugly and the terrible. I have no faith in a higher power other than you.

I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused and will cause; it is my nature.

Bring your love to me and I will return the favor.

Always and forever...

Happy Days

For crying out loud, stop it!

In the eternal lie there arises a truth,
One who harbors this illusion is mistook.
No means no and will we ever know,
The purity and perception of a look.

I have glanced at means,
I have glanced at ways.
Me glancing forward means no ways,
Selfish bottoms are plump with dreams.

Dreams of nothing...

Yet, most trite swells from insipid places.

As harbor lights fill us with joy,
Mere humans succumb to its ploy.
Wiring figures of lines and planes,
Bold is the giver of names.

The player of games,
The bible of James,
Are the most soul soothing flames.

Mercy!

Becomes an absolute in the eyes of the sinner.
Hope!
Takes your fear and moves it.
Justice!
Blindly swallows power.

All is incomplete,
I am incomplete.
Truth is incomplete.
All is incomplete.

Wide Open Spaces

In  a  defensive    world  we  can  not    tolerate       this.                           Breakdowns...        Make                  believe      is     real!!!     I believe   in               the      "money"       fairy.    Is there any doubt of its power?        She has burdened me with debt and it's daughters have sucked the life from me.

Harpies have nothing on this....

Withdraw fees

  

Lost

I'm just a singer...

hope floats

fear is lost hope...

YOU are the only important part of anything.

This is where we are.

Trolls and Other Miscreants

Feeding my zombie-like brain is difficult. I am of the ZOMBIE DEATH generation. We feed on your brains and this is not easy. There will be heads on the pike before my term is over. We learned well, but not well enough, from the GREATEST GENERATION.

Chickens always come home to roost and this translates into Americaneze as reaping what you sow (blowback).

Through the thicket of the most brainiac of ideas comes one startling conclusion.
 
Masters need their servants.

Bottom Lines

It's a funny thing that happens to most of us. Life (such an ordinary thing), living (putting food in our mouth and all that) and the pouring of emotions on our world stage is but a glimmer in time.

It seems that with age comes many chronic problems, but the one that stands out most is my true appreciation for most of my fellow travelers (not the greedy souls who suck us dry, nor the selfish ones who cry why), but the ones I love. The ones we love.

(the rise in income inequality equates with the Reagan years.)

St. Ronald the Reagan was not the beneficial leader some of us have come to believe. He was a shill. Nothing more, nothing less...

Reckonings and redemptions are harsh folk. Beware the trail you leave if you fail to understand; it is ridden with ash and gore. A gasping people await to breathe again and this will come; all untruths must pass eventually.

We are alive (we always have been.) We care about things. This is how it begins and ends. History is a bitch.

Paint it Black

Every bit of hope I have is tinged with fear. I obsess over the possibilities that pervade my mind. There is a contingent that seeks to destroy us. Go tell Moses of his failure to lead us. He only offered temporary seclusion anyway. What one of you is not CHOSEN? The Hebrews stole their religion. The Christians did likewise and the Muslims have tried to perfect it... They all have failed, but it doesn't make our existence any less true or our canons more false. It is our grand expression.

Explanations are simple in their mythic form. Rising above all myth is truth. There is darkness and there is light. This is as simple as it gets. In our darkest moments we have an inner light. It can be anything we want it to be. This higher power is within each of us.

I am, you are, we are...