Walking Corpse

To the world, I am already dead
A walking corpse, pushed aside,
though I do not wish to pick their brains,
from between my teeth
Brains..soupy lasagna brains,
sloshing around inside an empty shell-
liquified by reality tv and technologic, earpieces
Semi-jello brains, jiggling about; minute by minute,
as they bumble, down the corridors of every street,
looking for something to eat...
who's the real zombie

Swelling Crowd

The tiny and small stand strong
Comrades and pals, they bond,
until the crowd swells to uncontrollable bounds-
then, the tiny unravel and cast aside their ties;
like the frayed ends of a sleeve,
the scraggly strands, hang as a reminder of what once was

In Light Of..

In light of recent events
  -when order followers, took my rent
I feel I must rescind
  -the previous gesture of a friend
I thought I'd try to help society
  -now, they're just out to get me
I thought I'd be a lady til' the end
  -now we've all been adopted into the den
Of thieves and murderers alike,
  -what on earth, caused such strife?
How did I end up on the losing end?
  -where no one, nowhere, can I call 'friend'
Violence, thievery, greed, and the like
  -killed the lady with its strife
Tears mean nothing to this world
  -they only wish you trouble and woe
Demands and legalities reign
  -leave you standing in your misery and pain
Born, write, play, die
  -an Idealist means nothing to this life
The poor, meek, humble seek
  -the tiniest of means to make life complete
They won't allow such simplicity!
  -ready to cut off your electricity!
When I die, I leave no one behind
  -no child to bear the burden of time
I'll bid this evil world adieu
  -and tip my hat to the Ferryman, as I board his canoe

Desensitized

Desensitized by lies;
told that violence saves lives-
a polished veneer,
to fool the most educated of peers

Blood and guts, means glory;
at least that's their story
Butchered animals for meat;
hijacked land from the east
Nothing different; nothing's changed

As long as that's the line you believe,
they'll be no rest nor peace bequeathed
And the devil will remain in the details;
his hand's in everything these days

The Forgotten

My sisters from long ago -
the poets of old,
who began the ideas on societal woes
Brutally honest and courageous,
they inked their prose,
on parchment, soaked in their tears
Forgotten, but not by me;
still, you are being taught in some specialites
We'll carry the torch forward
and keep the embers burning bright -
a light, among the darkest of nights

Dysfunctional


The myths behind what "they" say will spell life success, can only be labeled..dysfunctional.

 1. Meritocracy: "If you don't make it, it's your fault". How about, "If you don't make it, it's because you didn't participate in the narcissistic, psychopathic form of manipulation and ruin of your fellow human". I know, I've seen corporate takeover and ruin of a community. I worked in mental health for 10 years. If you didn't succeed, it's not because you're lazy or stupid, it's because the thought of participating in a money-driven society fills you with dread. Yes, apathy does exist, but you must be able to discern those from others who have had the misfortune of not being able "get with the program."

2. Individualism: "It's all about me." I agree with individualism from the standpoint of finding out about yourself and breaking off from a herd that is headed for failure, but not the selfish individual that puts their "achievements" ahead of family, society, community. Let's appreciate simplicity and cooperation.

3. Secularism: While religion has contributed to a plethora of issues (war, domination, slavery, etc.) it has also left the non-thinking human flailing and wondering. "Oh, what shall we do with ourselves with no one to tell us how to live?" We Romantics/Transcendentalists, etc.. have a way of elevating ourselves naturally. Though this may be difficult for most, we can teach you ways to participate in the wonder of existentialism and help focus your mind so that anxiety doesn't spin you out of control. The creative process can channel these things into a productive life.

4. Love: "There's someone for everyone. A soul mate that will complete me." Hogwash.. humans are fallible and to place that kind of hope and pressure on someone is lunacy. You can only complete you through self-discovery and allowing for others shortcomings; not in the sense that you become a doormat, but in the way of allowing others to grow and change, as we all do. There comes a point when you have to let people go that are draining your energy; but in general, we all go through changes and to place the burden of your happiness on someone else, is absurd.

5. The media: They influence societal thoughts and make people paranoid about each other. This serves the purpose of keeping people unstable so the powers that be can run amok and keep us bowing to their every whim and seeking their help like children to their parents.Your direct experiences are the only news you need.

6. You need to be perfect: Nonsense.. what we need is to be content and have authentic connections with which to share ideas and communicate. :)

Learn from where your anxieties stem and channel them into positive outlets; not shouting matches, nor marches to force laws onto everyone, making them accept you as you are but direct contact with the community and through self-discovery. Learning the "why" of what you do will show you that you've been programmed to behave a certain way and that the society as it has been established for us, creates monsters. We must rise above it..


A View from My Mind

If you could but view my mind,
you may just find a jumbled room
of half notes and wits, floating about,
as in a moat, mingled with the good and bad
The view would at times be kind,
and at others, the meanest sublime
Dogmatic to a fault, drawing the line firmly,
with those whose thoughts are but wormly

Ah, this world, that feels out of date,
to me, it's but an isolated state,
where the crowds push you aside,
and the lonely, frail ones, steal away to hide
Like a recipe, my mind mixes the best
and worst of ingredients; this I've come to know,
but in the end, I'd love to have peace, to show
I fear only the last of them, now hold the cards,
and the Romantic, well, we need only leave our regards