Sunday, December 28, 2014

There's Always A New Chip To Try

Consider the potato chip
new flavors all the time
fire roasted sweet corn
who-da thought

Oh how we search
for that new flavor of life

We search high and low
for something fresh

To tickle the taste buds
of our imagination

To set us on a path
we've not traveled before

To open our minds
toward a greater understanding of who we are

To enrich our lives
bringing greater joy to our hearts

I've tried that fire roasted sweet corn chip

You know something
it really was quite satisfying

Saturday, December 27, 2014

A Broken Silence

In the dark I sat alone
the silence I had searched for was broken
it was as if I was hearing
the beat of a broken heart

With it came the sound the empty stomachs of children
the wailing of mothers and fathers
over those who had already passed
the weeping of an entire people
as the lack of humanity
allowed them to go without

I could swear that it was with my ears
yet I knew better
somewhere deep within
there had come an awakening
to the rhythm of life
a life that I could not begin to comprehend

I had to question if this was real
or a greater presence before me
from another plane
one that we cannot see with our eyes
hear with our ears
nor feel with our mortal being

How had this come while I was so alone
why was that time of silence invaded
these sounds I hear
should never be present

I had once been told
that a man's heart
had a limited number of beats
and then he would die

Whose death am I witnessing
as I listen to what is supposed to be my quiet time

That place of peace
will I ever be allowed to visit it again

Friday, December 26, 2014


To sit in total silence
my world becomes filled with peace
it's as if no others exist at all

I am alone in that emptiness of sound
where no one and nothing can touch me

I become for a short while
he who molds the entire universe
into a single harmonic entity

There is no hate

There are no wars

No sickness nor hunger

One may believe
this to be running away
from reality

But in truth
it is more a journey within
which returns my sanity

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Final Season

Sometimes in winter
it gets very cold
all warmth is gone
life becomes hard
lacking the motivation
for most anything
the days long
they become lonely
when the kids
no longer visit 
the nursing home

Thursday, December 11, 2014

To Everything There is a Season

I felt the turn
it came subtly
the transition was smooth
almost to the point of not being noticed
the teaching was becoming an appeal
one to an awakening
we must become aware to learn
find the truth and then act with care
to preserve a world that we can live in
if we sleep we will be lost
buried beneath a wave of tidal proportions
this is a season to stay awake

Mad at the World -any means to an end

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
any means to an end
is no way to be

Where are mens morals
how black be their soul
stooping so low to use torture
have their hearts grown that cold

I thought we were better
that was how I was taught
we once held the high ground
has this all been for naught

I guess man's no more than an animal
once again barbarized
he's returned to those days
before he became civilized

Still Mad at the World

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
the men of greed
deprive many in need
c'mon at least feed

the children

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
our leaders ain't trying
leaving mothers home crying
while their children are dying
at wars to appease those of greed

War waged for profit
what's wrong with these men
lives having no meaning
I'll ask it again

They've purchased our government
it's power they buy
when it comes to their greed
is this the ultimate high

It's much more than money
it's power they want
like the days of the slaves
have come back to haunt

they want full control of the public
get rid of the whole middle class
the more we're like slaves
the better their days
their ways won't soon pass

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Mad at the World

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
as death marches on
the killers walk free

Home and abroad
our children they're dying
parents and loved ones
at home can't stop crying

It's hard to accept it
you cannot move on
when a death comes to visit
and your child is gone

Sad for a moment
the next you're so pissed
you beg for some closure
but it doesn't exist

You never forget
ask around and you'll see
there is ever a hole
where the heart used to be

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
they're down in the gutter
they're like you and like me

These folks they're still people
there are children and vets
unwed mothers and the ill
fallen through all the nets

Hungry and cold
each day continue to suffer
while the greedy fat cats
keep adding more to their buffer

Laws being made
against feeding these people
ordinances made
that they cannot panhandle

How else will they eat
how will they survive
when our countries lawmakers
wish they weren't even alive

It's not just here in the states
it's all over this earth
where men fallen on hard time
are seen to be without worth

I pity the rich folks and lawmakers
the ones who haven't a care
but their greed makes me angry
with their refusal to share

Yet the poor, the downtrodden
and us who live week to week
are the folks who will share
when the picture's most bleak

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
our kids taught to hate
that's not how it should be

When they're just small
they don't know about hate
but then as they grow
bigoted parents dictate

“Stay away from them
can't you see they are black”
it could be Muslim or Jew
the bigots go on attack

And it's not just the white folk
that live in this world
it's from all races and creeds
that this hate has been hurled

Just because someone's different
kids are being taught “they are BAD”
it not only makes me angry
but also quite sad

Mad at the world
why shouldn't I be
old folks neglected
why can't their kids see

Many see their parents are aging
body and mind paying the toll
from the pressures of life
and that they're no longer whole

Then the kids say they can't cope
taking care of parents today
except to pack up their belongings
an stash them away

To the rest home they send them
after all that's a start
to have the care they require
minus the needs of the heart

Then they wonder what's wrong
with their Mammy and Pappy
when they do finally visit
to only find they're not happy

Mad at the world
that's what you should be
are you immune to the killings
they sure bother me

What of the homeless
are they no more than bums
do you care for these people
or are you just numb

The hate that is taught
to you does it matter
or have you been part of that teaching
think of the hearts it does shatter

When your folks do get old
it's your love they will need
c'mon think about it
after all you're their seed

In life there are things that matter
they ought to be done right
if these things make you angry
it's time that you join the fight

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Seize the Moment

The moment that passed
cannot be retrieved
whatever it had
is now lost

Attention not paid
to the time we are given
can often come
with a very high cost

To just dream of tomorrow
and never learn from today
our lives
they will not move on

As the path set before us
requires some walking
seize each moment
before today is all gone

Monday, December 1, 2014

Will We Ever Eat Cake Again

a crumb or two will do
anything at all
will help ease my pain
this emptiness
it's been my ruin
will there ever come a day
that I might feel full again
yet for the time being
I must find satisfaction
in the crumbs
of the great cakes
dropped beneath the tables
of the oligarch 

The Wilding

I had heard of this species
a video had been brought to me
there was a great pile
all struggling in an attempt
to gain an advantage
over all others
an attempt to make the prize its own
these creatures were nothing I had seen before
totally wild and uncontrollable
while watching I heard their call
in amongst the noise, a sound
it almost sounded human
I began to look away
as my eyes moved toward the edge of the screen
I saw it, a sign
the words brought additional fear to my heart
it said