Dissonance

Faceless yet strong,
standing guard over thier world.
Righteous yet wrong,
A long forgotten banner unfurled.

Lost in dark thought,
swirling and sinking.
With time ill bought,
used for faulty thinking.

Simplicity often set aside,
for the sake of our sins.
Pain encouraged by pride, 
Even when nobody wins.

So many things are not this or that,
but wrapped in a maelstrom of yes, maybe, and no.
Yet when presented with binary fact,
We make life more chaotic as we go.

And when shown problems of great complication,
with decisions to be made by wise voices.
We choose with far too much elation,
To make them into yes or no choices.

I enjoy a challenge as much as the next,
Looking, watching, and thinking.
And try not to make too much of any text,
And into the unknown stand blinking.

I refuse to make simple what is not,
And refuse to uncomplicate an argument.
And although it will leave me behind a lot,
It might just let strong ideas ferment.

A Thousand

A thousand things I could have been,
A thousand stories left untold.
A thousand chances never to come again, 
A thousand times I was never bold.

A thousand names I have been called,
A thousand words I have spoken.
A thousand legends left galled,
A thousand silences utterly broken.

A thousand memories locked away,
A thousand more not yet formed.
A thousand more and not one more day,
A thousand seconds never more to be wasted.

A thousand moments lost to time,
A thousand more to come on down.
A thousand words committed to rhyme,
A thousand more to come around.

Chances lost and chances gained.
Patterned never quite the same.
Thousands more I hope to see.
In thousands more I hope to be.

The Place

I came upon a forgotten place,
filled with age old history.
A tiny hopeful space,
with an ever deepening mystery.

I stood in the crowded middle,
staring at relics of days gone by.
Trinkets to see and gadgets to fiddle,
memories stacked sky high.

I enjoyed the rush as it all came back,
every hour of giddy anticipation.
And saw what I had long come to lack,
a simple child's imagination.

As the memories advanced in time,
I saw my dreams morph and move.
Playful stories of words that rhyme,
to books with dour points to prove.

Dragons and knights faded away,
replaced with suits and briefcases.
And toys with which I would once play,
Settled into dark dusty places.

I saw these things fade to grey,
As my recollections came to a close.
Simple pleasures just went away,
As reality always knows.

Our Onus

Show me one wounded soul,
I'll show you yet another.
A morbid contested goal,
To try and out suffer your brother.

Everyone must feel that pain,
And in that pain be born. 
And suffer that black drain,
As time's weight must be borne.

I cannot abide by anyone,
who sets their sins on high.
For when all is said and done,
We all must at some point die.

Each onus never fails,
To bear us to our spot.
Against the heavens he rails,
Against his own chosen lot.

We choose what burden we must bear,
As we choose what we will do.
So it cant be very fair,
To lessen what others must go through.

So You Wish to be Deep?

So you wish to be deep,
a paradigm of wisdom.
And so quotes consul you keep,
that intellectual whoredom.

A collection of trivia,
comes forth from your mouth.
Inconsequential the capital of Bolivia, 
unless your from that far south.

In that quest you go,
becoming ever less honest.
You put on quite the show,
like an addled pianist.

And as they gaze in wonder,
at how you could be so bold.
Your bullshit tears your story asunder,
your act is growing old.

Rather than knowing,
you make it up on the spot.
Rather than showing,
you claim you'd rather not.

I speak for those who must listen,
when I kindly ask you to shut up.
Instead you with your mouth christen,
An intellectually shallow cup.

Phoneix

A single spark ignites,
something entirely new.
A tiny slivers of lights,
shine on a forsaken road.

Welcome to a new world,
now a bit less hard.
A new day unfurled,
passing on the old guard.

A rising sun,
kisses the earth.
A struggle is done,
We proved our worth.

All I can say,
as my cup flows over the brim.
....

Is thank you.

Tragedy

It was a tragedy,
they whispered.
Gossiped over blasphemy,
though they were uninjured.

They left no choice,
with their lack of thought.
Superstition given voice,
by what ignorance had wrought.

Such a simple thing,
looking the other way.
Listening to bells ring,
watching children play.

But a line was crossed,
because they were too proud.
A relationship lost,
because of condemnation too loud.


The one spring,
after so many tears.
They saw him swing,
and abate their fears.

Be careful how you judge,
when we're all not quite right.
You might just give a nudge,
To bring someone to endless night.