System

Well, now,
what have you heard,
when the past placid promises,
are now fast flaccid words.

So ring out and bring,
the hail to the king,
while his fingers faux prose
his shadows will sing.

And the backs of the lower,
is where we will dine,
as we've bred you consumers,
to keep you in line.

And you call us the villains,
and you cry and you whine,
but you'll ruin to those beneath you,
to save a few dimes.

So let's throw into battle,
for left or the right,
accept no shades of grey,
it's black or it's white.

And have no shaking hands,
we'll disband compromise,
claim the middle won't work,
so we must polarize.

So let's shut out the Sun,
and dampen the night,
and slight even ourselves,
to ensure that we're right.

'Cause what's good for the gander,
is great for the goose,
just don't realize you're neither,
or you might find you lose.

Rusty

My best is gone now

my prowess squandered

hope wanders

behind so distant

it stumbles blindly

come find me!

My withered spirit

is eminating

self loathing

whatever happened

to the man whose insight

lit dark nights

I still have something

the shattered edges

sharp ledges

they cut my fingers

but I'm still climbing

no whining

The path is set now

no longer falling

risk calling

one last adventure

no longer aimless

or graceless

Poetry

Rhyming makes the bard

and metaphors are the door's key

Poetry's not hard

I'll show you all, you'll see

Poetry is the wind in the sails

of the submarine of damnation

it's the chorus of silence

that solves a negative number of equations

in a land of nothing but sand and rocks

it is the grilled cheese sandwich of elation

That's all it takes to be grand

The majestic wordsmith maestro

and when people don't understand

Just claim you're literary Picasso

Hero

It's not about strength

because no amount of muscle is needed to achieve it

It's not about intelligence

you can read a thousand books and still miss it

It's not about bravery

as you can do it as your heart pounds with fear

It's about integrity, dedication, and commitment

knowing the biggest wall in front of you is disbelief

and fully comprehending the gravity of the task ahead

not cutting corners even where its accepted

when your goal is unbelievably distant

yet you still put one foot in front of the other

It's about going on

when no one would blame you for stopping

walking steadily into the maw of defeat

without trepidation, or resignation

when all of hope is not lost

because there was never hope to be had

Those who can will be the ones remembered

not Alan and Sally in administration

who were too worried about the risks

to consider it anything other than a lost cause

Apathy

I don't feel like writing today

please go away, I've nothing to say

I don't feel like writing today.

My heart has gone and disappeared

doesn't strike me as weird, just as I feared

just simply gone and disappeared

I'm left with nothing to feel,

it seems so unreal, my chest cold as steel,

it doesn't even hurt to not feel

My soul's silence echoes no plea

I'm no longer me, he's gone off to flee

too distant to echo his plea

and the silence longs for no sound

I've gone all around, and all I have found

historical references to the beauty of sound

my body longs to be still

it has had its fill, no longer finds thrill

and now wants to rest and be still

and the world ever calls out so

still you must go, you're moving to slow

Oh, how I wish it weren't so.

And Why Not? It worked in Blazing Saddles.

And who do you see

it's only just me

nothing else with that statement

(not even parentheses)

So what do I do

but stand and stare

and sit sometimes too

in a comfortable chair

now time to hang loose

and cook a nice DiGiorno

If there's nothing on the tube

why not rent a porno?

And so, it appears

I've missed the time

and in tune with my fears

I'm passed my prime

So drive down to the mall

to see inappropriate flirts

why do we line the halls

with teens in short skirts?

And while on the subject

a law we can enhance

no one wears any outer garments

with less cloth than my underpants.

The rain comes down outside

sometimes sounding like

a cobbled together

staccato wind

Procrastination

So many distractions

so few worthwhile endeavors

I'd start one right now

if it wouldn't take forever

but the flowers are blooming

and the birds are all tweets

and the hearts are a booming

as the bodies are between sheets

And running are the trains

with so many places to go

to the mind it shoes strain

when we're forced to go slow

and the stories without number

release reality's restraint

and their grand verses encumber

our lives which are quaint

And I didn't stop to plan

not one moment did I wait

now the shit has hit the fan

as I am running late

So many things

prepared upon the line

I'd have gotten them done

if I started on time