Zombies

Stressful is a song sung by the many.
Reiterated beyond twos and threes.
Fallen cakes clawing towards an untimely oblivion.
Why wander through a truth that screams our undying fiction?
Sensing rotting flesh reminding us that pain is in the eye of the beholder.
For God's sake are we preparing or propagating?
I once heard from a wise man that we are what we eat.
Do.
Fuck.
Know.
Thank god I didn't argue.
Point is, we are asking for it.
Beds made and remade,  still
looking like a hot mess.
Who in the fuck wants to be a zombie?!
It isn't Haiti's fault.
We look and sound like fools in the ears
of the greater good .
Twisting and turning in the sloppy mud of excuses .
I thank God everyday my name isn't Sarah Palin.
Mon Dieu!
I hope we all remember to love, because even if our
brainless bodies die our souls shall prevail.

Nuggets

Once upon a time there were nuggets.
Not the processed kind.
Not an unnamed sludge of pinks and blues.
I'm speaking, or telling, of a time when we
BELIEVED.

A truth

Feathers float down.

Hard to catch in my hands.

Tangible in my thoughts.

Redundant and still extremely annoying.

Strapped through and through itself.

I imagine so much. Imagine through and through.

Still it isn't enough.

Does it ever feel like it though?

Needles in the hands of others.

Repressed fire, smoldering like an awaiting phoenix.

Just not as romantic.

Pleading doesn't do,

feeling won't do, but I must.

Still it must.

There are not enough mothers in the world

to dry these tears away, but I have to, 

still I have to.

Beastly

In a series of disappointments lies the beast of repentance.
Bellowing as loud as any before him
Reducing himself to a mewling kitten,
Searching for his mother's teet.
His warnings echo not through past references.
He minds not the redundancy,
that is so obvious.
Even stubborn creatures call for help.
What a word "help" is.

It's like things.
It's like a dirty cali.
It's an unsung man.
It's all the it's in an off color bucket.
Sensing and absorbing
through levels and byways.

Las Vegas!!!!

Marriages can end anywhere,  no sense of borders.
People can live anywhere,  they know the city limits.
Or the sense of walls and what is held within them.
Ask the last people to live in my home.
They'll tell you its true.

Wow

Wow!  It's becoming silly.
Tiresome is waiting for arts to become
the forefront.
Medicine made to medicate our own passions.
We're relying on a self reliance that shouldn't
be defined in the first place.
Oh! Have they turned our eyes outward
instead of inward or upward?
Children will weep for ages to come.
Dare you call me a cynic?
I, a child of God who bears as much
witness as you?
I once wrote a song.
Mediocre at best.
It taught me one thing though.
We must express ourselves.
Freedom is a word but if you truly
understand it, you can move mountains.
This connection that is a gift,
is also our downfall.
We're like blundering babiez.
We're like typical similies and
over used metaphors.
We're like the word like.
Wow its becoming redundant!
We can regard our documentaries
without a shred of real action.
We can know "secrets" but
still we must be reminded.
God help us all....