Eggplant
 
It was raining... or was it?
I don't really recall
but I remember the world
was making me feel small
as I sat in the car
while the traffic coerced
my internal nocturne
to escape unrehearsed
and I broke into song
for no one could hear me
and the music aroused
all the petulance near me
so I cursed and swore
had a veritable revival
and realized that life
is just the cost of survival

cosmosis
 
If radio waves had any sense
they'd radiate incognito,
disguised as clowns selling fast food
or turkeys pretending to be eagles,
and receivers would never find them
so the reception would be
less than amicable
and the joke would be on God
by his loving but mischievous angels

 
 
apologue
 
I made a mistake
I take it back
I admit I was wrong
though it isn't a fact
but a truth nonetheless
I just misunderstood
it's a hell of a mess
but it has done some good
because now I know better
and I'm sorry

spiritual hedonism
 
we'll all be gods when we're dead
heaven is a comfy throne and bed
there is no such thing as sin
as fun to lose as it is to win
because nobody has a problem
not a single ghoul or goblin
and everything we want will come to pass
and everyone we love will kiss our ass

trust not in mysterious ways
 
faint wondrous insightful light
anticipate away
slightly darker sparkly moonbeams
reminiscence broadly cast
to gathering wits
recapitulating perpetually dimmer
until commonplace is rare
being lost to everywhere
and another idea dies
before ever being born
in the light of unmitigated faith

Polychotimajigger
 
Perception is creation in your brain
though, by the brain is better to explain
the way the things you think you feel
are the things you think are real
and all other things are why you think you're sane
 
The brain and heart are vital to cliche
that's why they often go a common way
there isn't much dissent
because the rules can still be bent
until some other organs need to have their say

Your way
 
is not the same as mine
and my way works for me
but your way sometimes
seems to shine
while mine just shadows me
like water in the deepest well
or the bottom of the sea
my way has captivated me
could your way set me free?
I'd try it if I understood
or you could make me see
but the fact you haven't even tried 
suggests it's probably not for me

vainglory
 
nobody understands
beauty becomes a dare
we fight and die for love of it
but, really, we don't care
the end has charms and nervous tics
here we are in the cold night air
with friends we never really knew
and products in our hair
thinking back to innocence
understanding left us there
 

alternatives to fuel
 
rather have a gallon of milk
than a cold six-pack of beer
but make it a gallon of unleaded gas
and that, I might just hear
but still I believe I'll take the milk
because I've got no place to go
but, then again, if I had that beer
well, you never really know

the future was yesterday
 
a long time ago
in a galaxy far away
it was quick how it slowed
with indifference
 
but time and again
and again every time
everyday, very slowly
entertaining insignificance
 
it became true
that it wasn't any more
 
but it could be, couldn't it?
or rather, could have been...
and if it would have been
the question would be shouldn't it?
 
but it was, you might say
until it wasn't any more
so the past was more true than today
 
and maybe some lies
are suddenly now facts
almost like it was supposed to be that way
 
and insignificant to the point not only
when it doesn't matter any more
but when you see it never really did
 
 

from lacy unlit nighttime play
recalled from passive passions spoke
unto fair lovelorn far away
for all I knew it was a joke
but no, my heart was stirring brisk
like whipping cream to fluff and air
enveloped in the safest risk
I dared not harm a single hair
upon the head I fancied fond
yet still delved softly into flesh
and did dare venture well beyond
until entangled in her mesh
and there I rested safe and warm
to mollify her false alarm

The only sad part about the end of a war
Is the crime and violence will continue as before

We'll defend ourselves from those who'd trespass
Against us or our freedom to kick someone's ass

For invading our sanctity or neglecting to pay
The required compensation with interest per day

We'll believe we're superior to whomsoever we please
Because only our one God have we to appease

And someone will get angry about that arrogant shit
And a new war will destroy us and that will be it

it's far too strange for opposites to attract
or a fiction to serve for a physical fact
and suspending disbelief is an everyday tact
to enjoy just a modicum of peace

but I swear it is easy to forgive and forget
the bygones have gone by and now I can let
a stupidity slide without becoming upset
when it's not about me in the least

in this plane of existence, this space of divine
intelligent biology, surreal and sublime
immersed in a stagnant immutable time
it's no wonder the wonders don't cease

and still we will squabble when conflicts arise
and pray that the heavens are more than just skies
not asking hard questions 'cause we can't stand the lies
hoping fate will renew our life's lease

"I believe that the voices of fear, both from without and within, can only be dispelled by trusting the voice that comes from the heart. Be still and listen to it. If it speaks of love and compassion for others, for the world itself, it just might be the voice of God -- or a reasonable facsimile. If, however, it snarls with fear of the unknown, fear of losing what you have or of not getting what you want, then it just might be the voice of Rupert Murdoch -- or a reasonable facsimile."

~ Chuck Lorre (a vanity card from The Big Bang Theory)

where does the light journey, about a zillion miles a day
it comes and it goes as it pleases, no matter what we say
but it never really travels, it merely fills the space
between its source and destination there upon your face

It seems the only reason we have a brain
is so our bodies won't do what they will
but some people think the body knows best
and their only reward is a thrill

Totally poetry!
Inglebert Humperdink
politely, contritely
has used this trick
you do the voodoodle
in mystical dactyl
tactically practical
and actually quite slick
 

 
Oh what a beautiful vision
a perspective worth much more than gold
my heart has no say in this decision
love lies in what my eyes behold

 
I hate it when a heartache tears one apart
I hate to see such passion be misplaced
and I'm sure I'd hate to see
the pain within a soul
when all its penciled hope just gets erased
unless some brand new hope might take its place

 
How can one improve upon
spontaneous unfledged gaiety
unless it wasn't your idea
then it seems more like comedy
unless your heart is someplace else
and then it's just frivolity
but otherwise it's often known
to revive dead joviality

 
The wolves are happy to hear it
the hungry are on your tail
if all you do is strive to survive
you are bound to eventually fail

 
I was feeling fine until you went "boo"
I about jumped out of my skin
I don't know, really who is who
but I know who we have been
and someday it might dawn on you
we can be all that again

Whenever I wake up mad
the day usually turns out bad
and I remember the whiskey
that made me so frisky
and the best sex I never had

People will die and now we know why
for some reason the body has failed
too much of anything will do the trick
but too little means your ship has sailed

 
 
The Bible was written to be persuasive.
They pray for you, heart and soul.
If you don't believe it, then just re-read it
They want you under their control

 
 
You be you and I'll be me
no matter what the others see
we just might change and invalidate
all their findings
it isn't what you say or do
but the things that matter most to you
and all your past is history
for reminding
 
 

It's not a foolish thing to love
but any old fool can do it ..
they can hate as easily as love ,
there's not really that much to it ..
either way, I know I blew it

 
Horizons and borders and walls and wilds
beyond lies imaginary reality child's
discovery recovery plan B alternative
otherwise otherworldly dimension-X prerogative

 
It's sounds too dubious, being a soul
with no body to keep yourself in
no urges to sate or longings to dream
and no reason to commit any sin
but it's a state I'd like to be in

Only the things we make are how we make them
and they should be the way that we prefer
all other things are made without our input
so before making anything, make sure

 
Your meme is descriptive and a little vindictive
I've heard all of that before
it doesn't really matter, you're mad as a hatter
but at least you aren't a big bore
 

I never do memes, I don't play tag,
revealing myself is not my bag.
There are no rules except what you abide
and a heart on a sleeve is just along for the ride
 

At times a wrong is merely a mistake
Ill will was not a factor in its cause
No irresponsibility of laws,
The wrong, itself, was not for wrongness' sake

But wrong is wrong and nothing can defend
That harm was done or suffering ensued
And justice sometimes means someone gets screwed
But never if that someone is a friend

For friends are friends in spite of their mistakes
We know perfection lacks a human soul
Our hearts maintain a bit of self-control
To learn, sometimes mistakes are what it takes

Now is Over

 I'm bored with rhyme and poetry's dead. It's about music now and songs being sung with furrowed brow by the venerable young. They make new words, conveying less meaning until all that is heard sounds like cocks and hens preening.

Yes, I read Dr. Seuss, as a child and to my own brood. Mother Goose and Dr. Seuss rhymed and were more understood. But I do it for what, I don't really know, it's not in my interest, I've nothing to show but some rhyming words about things I now prefer no one to know.

Limited Time Only

In the early morning hours, before the sun comes up
Before a brand new day has just begun
I feel as if I'm struggling to hold on to the past
I fear that when it's over I'll be done

I have no more ambitions but I never had too much
I failed at nearly everything I tried
It wasn't that I could not reach my many different goals
But only that my interest in them died

A life must have a purpose if it's to be worthwhile
But purpose is the one thing I can't find
No matter how much contemplation I invest in it
The meaning simply slips right through my mind

I'm told that life is meaningful, according to God's will
I'm told that it is only proving grounds
But I still feel that it's a dream and we are all just wraiths
And death is quite as final as it sounds

Unsettled

The world is filled with places to go and new friends I could meet
I've always wanted to travel and see it all
Yet I found enough adventure in just walking down the street
That is, until I had my fateful fall

Suddenly my world was small and confining to my heart
My home became a prison in my mind
Once more I'm feeling wanderlust, I'm anxious to depart
To leave my woes and worries far behind

But now I find I'm in a rut and stuck in soggy sand
No method of extraction in my reach
My friends all say they'd like to help and offer me a hand
Though none of them will practice what they preach

I'll have to extricate myself, I'm sure I'll find a way
Eventually, I feel, I can move on
The virtue of patience will be my creed, I'll wait as long as it takes
And then, for sure, I know I will be gone

Soul Searching

We tire of being children
And doing as we're told
Then life comes blazing up on us
And suddenly we're old
We wonder where the time went
And how the fire turned cold
In the evening of our glory days
Our souls are gladly sold

We hope for things to bind us
Into a fairy tale
We laugh at our mistakeness
And shrug each time we fail
Then one day we become ourselves
And clearly see our trail
But going back is not a choice
Our souls are not for sale

We grind our noses stoically
To earn our daily bread
We study what we want from life
But seek our needs instead
And then one day we understand
What our parents always said
We see our lives are much like theirs
Our souls are in our heads

God isn't speaking to me..
he hasn't since I was a baby
how do I know he spoke to me then?
I remember, he distinctly said maybe
and I know I was only dreaming
but I haven't dreamed of him since
and I've forgotten whatever I asked him
anyway, it's all in the perfect past tense

I'm not speaking to God, why should I?
he knows every thought I'm thinking
he knows every sin I ever even considered
and it doesn't matter what I'd been drinking
so I don't think he cares what any of us do
he knows we'll all find our own demise
but our souls will live on in his library
and our hearts will keep twinkling in his skies

The Gift of Taking

My immortal soul is dead
my mortal soul yet lives
a paradox not unlike itself
has reclaimed the loss it gives

The future is behind me
the past is yet to be
and all that's left are memories
I dreamed paradoxically

I did not face my fears
my fears did not face me
I heard the sounds of silence
as my life escaped from me

And when I have recovered it
to attain its proper death
I'll sing a song that has no words
without a single breath

For all that comes has gone
and all that's gone remains
in memory of dreaming paradox
become the mortal pain

Anticrastination

My hope was to cope with the hopeless
But I didn't have the proper degree
So now I despair with the desperate
Trying to make something good out of me

I don't grovel for gruel but I feel like a fool
When somebody takes me for one
But I do what I do and I feel it's unreal
Because I know that it never really gets done

So now I'm the dope with which I once hoped to cope
And I'm coping the best I know how
Whatever it was that I was meant to do
I'm still working on getting around to it now

Minding Never

The cream marbled through the coffee as I fought
angry steam for a minuscule sip without thinking,
without seeing in my prescient deja vu thought
visions still to come like they came while I was drinking
in a memory I had chosen to forget
an experience I'm not quite over yet
and still seems to be the best that it can get

The pastry so sweet it brought tears to my eyes
vision blurred and the dusk seemed to pale
as I looked into madness in a brilliant disguise
which depended on my courage not to fail
and I saw the front door
that's not mine any more
and I wondered what promises are for

The bath was hot as usual and it put my soul to rest
surrounding me with the illusion of escape from the day
where I endeavored to labor to give this life my best
with a compass to make sure I know the way
to a point just beyond my questing sight
the farthest thing from nothing seeming right
at the end of this tunnel there is no light

The bed was turned down inviting me to take a spin
the alarm clock kept telling me I'm healthy and sane
and I wondered where the dream I'll have tonight would begin
hoping when morning struck I'd forget about the strain
from my own inability to believe
that there wasn't any magic up that sleeve
I was hopelessly too easy to deceive

~Interest

I've forgotten what I told you but remember your reply
and I'll bet you've forgotten about it too,
but the significance was that I finally learned why
one plus one is a bit more than two.

Why we say fall

She was wicked, but not in a sinister way,
as if evil was taking a holiday;
she smiled like a flower but growled like a cur
and I knew some fallacy was bothering her.

But, watching her dance, I saw perfidy rise
when a shadow exploded within her eyes
and darkness caressed my unknowable pain
while washing away an invisible stain

And goodness, beauty and truth became moot
as all I could countenance engaged in pursuit
and my life mutinied with unbearable glee
in a strange prideful shame that uncrucified me

She was wicked, but she brought a fervor to me
while letting me believe that my will was still free
when passion and violence expounded her views
I realized that love is not something we choose

In time for supper, all has been settled
until sleep flares to broken dreams
it may be loathsome to be belittled
but not as hurtful as it seems

for I have sung in a circle of friends
I found patronage left and right
though some are false, still, others make amends
enough so I'll sleep fast tonight

It's hard to be protective
and not be possessive too
because the simple act of protecting a soul
will make it a part of you