Sensation Slow

The sunlight pierced through the haze.
The world seemed bright.
Then came the storm,
and then it was night.

The blackness too lifted,
hope once again revealed.
But that too was fleeting,
chaos ruled the field.

For life was a battle,
in halcyon days.
Either enveloped in darkness
or brilliant with rays.

Then the two blended,
and the feeling too dulled.
the night wasn't so terrifying,
but the high was also annulled.

The game became less frantic,
frenetic paces will eeb,
the joy of living goes away,
as our wounds cease to bleed.

Shady Partner

I don’t know how you thought it was going to be,
 when you took all that money from me.
 But I was in the business of business and not in charity.
  But you took it anyway,
 because you thought that you could.
It didn’t matter whether you should,
 it was whether I understood,
 and I didn’t.
 And you knew it,
 and took advantage while I couldn’t see through it.
I may be slow,
 but I’m a deep thinker .
And you may be fast,
 but you’re just a back ally slinker.
 Now that I’ve seen what you’re about,
 yeah I’ll still work with you,
 but that bullshit about being partners,
 that shit is out.
 The fact is while you’re staying up late trying to get laid,
 I’m working in the lab just trying to get paid.
 I wish you’d have shown me the integrity that I needed,
 sitting here now I just feel defeated.
 But now I’m planning and I know
 you’ve got to be scanning.
But it’s too little too late.
 You screwed me and you won’t cheat fate.

Scribbler

Scribble little pen scribble
Thoughts are brittle,
They break if not supported,
They can be twisted, contorted,
Inaccurately reported,
defiled and deported,
They must be recorded,
lest they fade to formless grey.
So scribble little pen scribble,
save the moment, the memory,
forget the sophistry, remember the sensory,
remember it existed,
don’t become enlisted,
 in the false light,
that just might,
erase the thought you scribbled today.

First Friends

We began a race.
I ran and fell; got up, got down,
took heart, fought hard, and barely kept pace.

I never was tough,
always soft in the middle.
The terrain was rough,
the route was a riddle.

I got lost and got separated.
You put on distance.
My fire faded.
You began to get jaded.

I fell again,
but my ember still glowed,
kept burning with unyielding yearning,
and your pace then slowed.

I passed you then,
with my slow and clumsy lope.
You watched with a smirk,
and thought I had no hope.

We were friends then,
Close as lips to teeth.
You disdained my slow speed,
and held my prowess in disbelief.

And now as the sun sets,
Its rays find friendship gone,
I won but paid a heavy price,
for now I am alone.

Oath Breaker

How then is it that we are to blame

For believing glory you proclaim,

And it’s true,

You have power.

But you only offer smoke and withhold your flame.

Then comes the hour,

when we must be empowered.

Less without your full might,

with your truncated self,

We whither like dying flowers.

And so tears drip,

though they are never shown.

Warrior's emotions must be clipped,

Even when reflecting on lost glory never known.

Infoslut

Cacophony,
a random inflow of info,
words and verbs and antecedents blurring into white noise,
A wealth of experience and a treasure trove of truth to choose from,
but dissipation dominates the discussion.

Brains are frozen,
A million mile an hour current buffets the biomass,
breaks it down,
too many thoughts,
many drown.

What's left is an amalgam of catchy phrases and psychological slurry,
Oh yes mothers it's time to worry.
Victims are made every day.
Bright young minds become hitch hiking prostitutes
sucking corporate dick alongside of the information highway.

Unforgivable

I remember the day he accused me of betrayal,
He said if I didn't know what I had done than that was even worse.
Unforgivable,
He left me full of rage and hurt that will never disperse.
I had done nothing, but did not gnash my teeth and wail,
me, victim innocent of crime.
Nor did I strike the cur with righteous fists,
I bore calumny meekly, and gave him gracious time.
I forgave him and he forgot,
though he attempted to kill me you could never tell.
He grew into a fine young man,
damn him straight to hell.
My forgiveness never justice gave,
it left me bitter beyond reasoning,
left with one very important life lesson,
that sometimes unreasonable injustice is worth appeasing.

Legion

We march,
Many minds united in a desire to be free,
though the evil shoots at us with its artillery,
brave men and women who don’t fear fate can manifest their destiny.

There is no sing song sound to freedom,
it is suffering and death.
But worse than that’s subservient fate,
to be a monsters pet.

Oh you’ll not own us this day sir,
we’ll tear your feeding hand.
And though you threaten the red dawn
we’ll still reclaim our land.

Through fire and ash and smoke and gloom,
Your threats rebuke our spite.
But though your gustapo seems supreme,
They’ll break before the peoples might.

A million marching jackboots,
glisten in the sun.
But free men cannot be ruled,
by the barrel of a gun.

You seek control but you’ll not have it,
not while we’re alive.
You think we cower in the darkness,
while you cheat and you connive.

But we just plot rebellion,
and we know that you will fall.
Your steel bars cannot hold us forever,
and injustice for one is injustice for all.

Vapor Trails

I can’t believe I’m here,
watching the vapor trails of clouds whisping by my face.
I could touch them if I chose,
 and I’d live in this place.

My life, my friends, my sense of being,
my passion and my prose,
will change, will wither, die or grow
based on the way this goes.

The pressure point is palpable,
it’s right between my eyes.
There’s dreams of women, wealth and cars,
all to tantalize.

But alternatives abound to me,
martyr, sinner, saint.
Should I become apocalypse,
or stay a stagnate quaint?

MY god, MY face, MY pen, MY mouth,
MY breath, MY brains, MY brawn, my fate …
My existential quandary question,
On this all predicate.

Among the clouds is luxury,
security and peace.
While in the dirt lies toil and death,
and merciless decease.

But where does lie immortal name,
and where lies nameless love?
 In the dirt with common man?
 Or in the Clouds above?

The cost

Deadly thoughts have entered my gun.
If thick miasma can
be permeated by focused attentions,
the clear truth would be rebellion.

Under the thumb of
a machine without a pulse,
men labor and sing of freedom.

But sunlight rarely touches their faces,
and it just stands to reason,
no beams can burst through brick walls.
The prison, re-enforced with bills and responsibility,
keeps them in its thrall.

It forever hides the racing clouds,
the setting sun,
and the icy twinkling of the night sky,
with a concrete blindfold that covers men's eyes.

But the rebel against
the super power is always lost,
lobotomized, defeated and anathemized.
To be a slave or a sacrifice,
what a choice and what a cost.

Nagging Feeling

Whoa!
What happened?
A thousand years just flew by!
Was I just twenty one or am I now 35?
I lay down for a second and cried myself to sleep.
A quarter century rolled by before I could weep.
If thinking be life and thoughtlessness death,
then whats in between is just drawing breath.
Drawing breath must be life,
for to live is to breath,
but what's living not thinking what deadly disease!
What's it take to wake up?
What's it take to see time?
What's it take to escape the greyscale I find,
when lying in bed,
not living not dead,
just stare at the ceiling while shaking with dread.
No effort expended and no effort lost,
no nothing at all just a thought holocaust.
Friends try to help but there's concertina wire around
and twenty foot walls to silence all sounds.
I can't hear their calls from the prison in bed.
The prison that leaves me with no words to be said.