Sunday, March 5, 2017

The Monster Within You

What a fine afternoon together
At least it would be fine if you were
But just when the sky couldn't be any clearer
The clouds begin to darken and thicken

And again, I meet the monster within you
Creating controversy where there is none
Fomenting discord where there should be harmony
And thinking nothing of the implications.

What a beautiful evening for me and you
But beauty is not enough for you to do
And happiness is not enough to see us through
With the time bomb to madness slowly ticking

And again, I meet the monster within you
Attacking me and mine without even trying
Insulting me and mine without even meaning to
And thinking nothing of the consequences.

What a profound love there is between us
Profoundly undeserving of fanfare or fuss
A love in which I just cannot believe or trust
As the growth of my weariness quickens

For again, I meet the monster within you
Babbling nonsensically as if it all makes sense
Dumbed down as if you never had a shred of intellect
Thinking nothing for you've forgotten how to think.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Random Acts Of Self-Destruction

I hurt for all the people who have hurt me
I hurt for all the times I've hurt myself
I hurt because I am hurt; how beautiful the pain
So beautiful, I hurt myself again.

I bleed for all the people who have wounded me
I bleed for all the wounds I couldn't have predicted
I bleed for all the times I could have stopped the wounds from forming
I guess this is not one of those times.

I break myself for all the people who have broken me
The breaks I didn't get, and some of the breaks I did
I break myself because my destiny is to be broken
And I cannot give myself a break.

I put myself together for the people who have shattered me
I put myself together for the damage life has done
As I've been knocked right down, got back up, and fought the good fight
I put myself together just to fall back apart.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Savior On The Ballot

This time, there is a savior on the ballot!
Someone to rescue us from inequality
From bigotry
From war
From backwards-thinking.
Can't you feel the winds of change?
Can't you smell the fresh air clearing out the stench of injustice?
You can't?
It isn't?
Oh, well...next time, there'll be a savior on the ballot.

This time, there is a savior on the ballot!
Someone to rescue us from so-called "progress"
From diversity
From immigrants
Or as I call them, terrorists.
Can't you see our country getting safer?
Can't you feel our country growing stronger?
No?
You can't?
Oh, well...next time, there'll be a savior on the ballot.

This time, there is a savior on the ballot!
Someone to guarantee quality education
High-paying jobs
Top-notch health care
Clean air and soil and water.
Don't you already feel smarter, richer, and healthier?
Isn't your town already the Garden Of Eden?
You don't?
It isn't?
Oh, well...next time, there'll be a savior on the ballot.

This time, there is a savior on the ballot!
Someone to rescue us from division
And find the means between extremes
And value practicality over prejudice
And democracy over demagoguery.
Don't you see us uniting already?
Coming together in the name of peace, love, and harmony?
No?
You don't?
Oh, well...next time, there'll be a savior on the ballot.

This time, there is a savior on the ballot...

Last Moves

One by one, I watch pillars fall
Until I have no support at all.
Another after another, I watch bridges burn
No new destination; no way to return.

Piece by piece, puzzles come apart
And I lumber like a workhorse without a cart.
Ray after ray, the sun's blinding light
Illuminates how much we've all lost sight.

Drop by drop, I see tears from the clouds
But somehow, my umbrella feels more like a shroud.
Malady after malady, we turn health into hell
Until not even heaven's residents feel well.

Flicker by flicker, the stars all disappear
And the dark we've created leaves us all in fear.
Alarm after alarm points six feet underground
But we cover our ears when each alarm sounds.

Challenge by challenge, we remain static
So instead of the vanguard, we dwell in the attic.
Denial after denial, I no longer ask why
Too young, too ready, too eager to die.

Automaton

Go through the motions
According to the program
Do what you've been conditioned to do
Like walking or talking or taking a shot of whisky
Make that a double while you're at it

And be the automaton
The brainless machine
Masquerading as nature's creation
While you act and react but never stop to think
Is there anything more to you than this?

Open up your mouth and spew nonsense
As long as what comes out are actual words
Open up your mouth and insert a glass of wine
And another and another and as much as you can stand

And be the automaton
The mindless device
Pretending to be made of flesh and bone
While you do, one thing you never do is stop to consider
What are you if nothing more than this?

Grab another bottle of beer
Drop the bottle, spill the beer
How did you even manage to open it?
Oh, I forgot: you're not human
You're a machine
In a condition only a human could know

Don't be an automaton
A soulless contraption
When we know you have a soul and a heart
For you cannot fool us as you make a fool of yourself
There is too much more to you than this.