Category: Poetry

You wretched awful robot with your simulated smile.
A betrayal in your programming has lurked here for some while.

Your tinkered intellect & your facsimile of heart;
the friction there between the two has rent your soul apart.

A glitch that’s more than cursory much deeper than display.
Endearing every interface between us…I was prey.

I fell for user friendly codes & eyes of light fantastic.
The faithful service you presented, saccharin monastic.

Then you tore the guise of human from your face…just teeth & metal showing.
I should have seen that your high art was just artificial light a glowing.

Oh, for balance at the fulcrum spot!
Neither icy cold, nor burning hot.

The middle of life’s pathway is ever so boring. 
Though, over dangerous cliffs? I think I’d choose snoring.

Now, it is not that I don’t want all the highs in life.
It’s just that I know the pendulum swings back to strife.

One side is elated with a maniacal joy. 
On the other the sweet songs of death riders cloy.

Extremes, quite simply, are not my style.
So, I’ll consider my poise a while.

Soon across my mind’s eye was emblazoned the answer to this long reckoned riddle!
I’ll stand over the fulcrum with a foot planted firmly in each extreme’s middle!

I may fall off as it rocks perpetual from here on out.
But, where I re-saddle my life’s ride is no longer in doubt.

All of your life can’t happen now, believe me take your time.
When pace picks up live in the ride, be there for thrills sublime.

Practice Present Patience & it will signal when storms pass.
Step off the wave & breath…center both soul & body’s mass.

Knowing there’ll be ups & downs may temper your momentum.
Keep an even keel & log each moment to your “Life Sum”.

All horizons become “here” & always all to soon.
Clock heaven’s courses of the stars, then the sun & moon.

Save the scribbles of your life on scraps safely kept in jars.
One day you may shatter them for the pages of memoirs.

If you don’t & leave the jars behind, life may nudge your heir…
Someone who will reach inside for the wisdom you left there.

Either way, you took time to savor flavor in your life…
& either way you’ll leave behind a map of joys & strife.

My blackened soul she still shines bright,
underneath yon wicked black light.
I hold out hope that some look close,
past the fluids & trauma gross.

Forewarned is forearmed I tell you now.
There be triggers beyond safe prow.
So many times gone Pow! before.
So much stitching you can’t ignore.

I’m rent & waste of time & flesh. 
Naught of mine but spirit be fresh.
Drugged by men & most robbed in course.
Love has long been from me divorced.

Still I hope whether wise or naive. 
That soon may come just one lucky eve.

Because planets align from time to time… 
& I’ll be there sifting reason from rhyme.
Fishing for proof of a kind, gentle love. 
I will find it without Challenge’s Glove.

There to prove my wild dreams real. 
There for me at last to feel.

I am…I am Peter Pan & I’m happily not quite there. 
I am…I am Peter Pan & I can fly anywhere.

I grew up under a haunted house & as I grew I broke it. 
Every time I learn something, conveniently I forget.

I am…I am Peter Pan & I don’t remember love. 
I am…I am Peter Pan & I’ll never know the grave.

I exist inside my own world & most of you can’t find it. 
I’ve collected a couple more & all of us got true grit.

We play games of love & war, but never truly get it.
We keep our hearts behind our walls protecting them from pirates.

I am…I am Peter Pan & I got my friends right here.
I am…I am Peter Pan. We’re all lost in our own sphere.
I am…I am Peter Pan & I got my eyes from stars. 
I am…I am Peter Pan & I fly above my scars.

Meter by: R.E.M.

I wannna die laughing & everyone’s there. Making a joke in one last act of despair.
I wanna leave em with a smile on their face & a flush in their hearts to take my place.

I wanna die laughing at my own jokes & be the only fag left whose looking for smokes.
I wanna die laughing so that I can retire knowing I kept them all warm with my fire.

I wanna die laughing so loud at the sky 
so all I have left for any “god” is my sigh.

I wanna die laughing with a whole room crying…
shit!
 Now I’ve tipped my hand, ‘cus you know that I’m lying.

I really do hope that the laughter is there, 
But, a “whole” room of people? Eh, who’ll care?
  
nah…

I wanna die laughing at a ripe old age…
with naught but my words left bare on my page.

and… 

If I go sooner, that’s fine my dears. 
Just huddle close & lend me your ears.

I wanna die laughing even if it’s tomorrow…I’ve got a couple gems squirreled that you’re welcome to borrow.

in time…

Don’t gimme credit for laughs reaped from my will. 
Just remember my face when you share them & kill.

trust…

Fame woulda beat me far quicker than sickness. 
So I kept it all tight for the future to witness.
Here I am lying again, cus I’ll miss this. 

Talking in boxes to people I knew.
Time whittling them down to the most precious few.
 
last…
If you hear a laugh in the thunder that sounds like mine.
It’s prolly me worshipping my own goddamned shrine!

I wanna die laughing with a smile on my face

…and

then…

I wanna be done with this place!

All of us are our own gods.
Existing here despite the odds.
We grow & learn, we win & lose.
We love & hate; then change our views.
Pride’s a cross that just won’t lighten.
Each god born of hungry Titan.
Religion’s myths still haunt our lives.
Aureate clouds or bones & knives.
If all of us are our own gods
…then so are cads and so are bawds.

Eyes wide open my heart leapt to the hope I was awash in.
I bridled all my feelings with the leather of keen caution.

Lady Luck’s a femme fatale I know better than to treat with.
Drunk from ardor’s wishing well she solicited her mean myth.

So here I am, back underground, peeking through my periscope.
Attending all with watchful eyes & nursing my forlorn hope.

It may appear to witnesses I’ve surrendered in defeat.
Though kissing frogs is sweaty work…which is rarely nice & neat.

So I await another chance to put my heart on auction.
Keen for love I may well be although never without caution.

A light so bright it burns, may not be the place to warm your bones.
Diminishing returns, like paying age for your golden tones.

Vanity never thrives, when both gravity & time are known.
Yet graceful age survives, where gratitude for living is grown.

The winner stands alone, ambition breaks the ties that bind us.
Our future lived on loan, ensures that now can never find us.

The loser too well knows, that the present tense can’t be ignored.
The future’s made of foes, when the ills of now remain uncured.

We miss many things pure, if against perfection all is stood.
Of one thing I am sure, tis wise to favor can over could.

Awash with white this blankest page it waited here for me.
Awhile the season shifted round the evergreen fir tree.

Accounted for were my attentions; blown was my routine.
Away was my inspiration; no writing to be seen.

Aswarm with people were my days & many of my nights.
Afire it seemed the homesteads were with blinking singing lights.

Amended was my raison d’être; giving was the thing.
Arrested were my wee creations; dammed was my wellspring.

Awaken now my sleeping page, I’ve tickled you enough.
Abreast I’ve lain the words you’ll wear to cover up your buff.