Saturday, May 11, 2013

CLIFF HANGER


Standing at the very edge of a fiscal cliff hanger
for some a bad joke for others a cause for anger
solemn faced senators pushing for favorite dish
what will come out of this, is bound to be fetish.

Close your eyes for an instant and make your wish
the bells are ringing, are you really ready for this
the monetary economic monster is about to crush
this is a presumption, based on the financial trash.

Federally reserved hollow zeroes are placed in line
a delicate balance of the dubious alongside the fine
as the story goes on, the ceiling of the debt is raised
for such accomplishment, the government is praised.

People who have much, have to bestow as such
with such a deduction, not everyone is in touch
which puts decent, honorable folk in lousy mood
for the yet unborn children, this will be no good.

BON APETIT


Bon appetit

Frozen chicken wings, injected with noxious antibiotics
laced with a hormonally enhanced steroid combination
at your local supermarkets, prices are slashed dirt cheap
contributes to deflation, you must buy to avoid starvation.

Organically grown, grain fed, kosher chicken breast
enhanced pricing, reserved for the wealthy, the best
even there I have reservations, make sure you digest
this my friends is the malefactured anti inflation test.

There is nothing the good old geniuses can not solve
they are making top bucks so the rest of us can evolve

I have said more than enough, my neck will likely revolve 
I'd better shut my trap, they waste poets for outspoken rap.

Friday, May 10, 2013

BLIND FATE


Silence my Eyes

I have been
up and down
sideways
in and out
hanging about
circling around
out of bound
lost and found
without a sound
breaking ground.

I have been through
the dire straights
so many times now
I might as well
descend
into a silence
only you can
see me through
or...
silence my eyes!

LETTING GO


I was once uprooted from the soil that gave me life
taken to far out places I could not have dreamed of
with roots dangling in the air, I climbed clouds high
dancing, whirling my way, in circles all over the sky
I have surrendered to the cyber winds, I will not try
no matter what fate deals me I embrace with a sigh.


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Wednesday, May 08, 2013

TO THE YET UNBORN




For the future generations of mankind

The soul when given a bogus goal, cried foul
did not want to be harnessed, pushed around
the conditional positioning, 
promises of hope
fast assured, freedom is what life is all about
through a pit hole, the mole is offered a rope
easy now, hold on to it, you are here to cope.
For the sake of yet unborn children of mankind
our babies should not become androids of a kind
but as nature's own design, an evolutionary sign
it doesn't matter whether they are yours or mine
if they grow up with an open mind it will be fine
as long as the soul isn't severed from the divine.






PARTICIPATION MYSTIQUE




PARTICIPATION MYSTIQUE

The depth of our being
encompasses hidden forces
with the potential of expanding
those traits which are on the surface.

Natural dormant energies are tapped
latent powers have now been awakened
hastily harnessed, consequently harvested
to be submitted to our quantum perception.
 





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Tuesday, May 07, 2013

M O N S A N T O




From the master's hand
into the frying pan,
a rude awakening
to life’s ordeal.
The predator's word
a double-edged sword,
the primitive urge
wired up to surge
from the serpent's tongue
into unicorn ears.
In the time of need
one persons hunger
another’s greed.
There are traces left
of what was indeed
a primordial feed,
the pillaging and theft
of the original seed.


Monday, May 06, 2013

LITERAL PUPPETRY

Literal puppetry

The initiation is brief
thoroughly executed
indubitably applied
ruthlessly injected
in willing consumers
soldiers of misfortune
brains whitewashed
cleared from intuition 
then laced accordingly
with applicable program
solid loyalty established
unconditional obedience
to pre established master
glorifying martyrdom
promoted ruthlessly
fanatical, fearless, gutsy
faith in new order to come
with unswerving docility
present state of zealotry
is a haunting perplexity
the sign of times to come.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

BUGGERS



Buggers Anonymous

I had my doors wide open in downtown Toronto
when I had a big old house, at 106 Bedford rd.
way back in 1971, this all seems like yesteryears,
thousands of people have been there, big parties
just about every night, the fridge wide open, full house.
Not that I was rich or anything, but that was my thing,
I had too many friends, I stopped counting, I loved them all.
This lasted eight years, I shared my home with whoever
no need to guess, eventually I had to give up everything
this was painful friends, not that everyone was abusive


Some started a hierarchy around me which was a pity.
They stuck to my home as though I was their best friend
they turned out to be the buggers, and their entourage
a cynical lot, they thought of me as a sucker, moochy moo..

If you are a giver without a cause, this is what happens
less you do not have a place, and only give anonymously
but then I had an address and a reputation so to speak.
I was terribly bugged, the charmers were the big takers
I became a celebrity, Vensan la Grand, Vince the Prince.

I have had no place of my own since, do not care for it
what I mean to say is, if I did I would be the same way
but no way, I do not wish to be the one to discriminate
but in cyberspace I can still share in here and there
I make no commitments, here and now is all I care.
 Hereafter I'll most likely be, I do not even know where.
The only expectation I have, is not to have expectations.






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