Convenience and Karma

She waits in line
Waiting. Is that convenient?
I try to make out her tattoo
But my vision is blurry
She bends her body
To pick up a denomination
And hands it to the clerk
Returning something that wasn’t hers
A rare feat by today’s standards
She says she was waiting
For me to say something
I tell her a story
She talks about karma
I pay for my cigar
And drive away
Fantasizing of her glory



Or Lack Thereof

I woke up today
With the rain coming down
And the Sun rising from the East…
The commute was pleasant
My mind was present
But my body ached to be free
I arrived at work
Seemingly a jerk
My displeasure an oral decree
A list of plans and demands
Have soured my disposition
I initiate a covert mission
The facility malfunctions
While the sun breaks through the sky
The rain has stopped for now…
Now I will eat in peace
All conversations cease
I turn to my loathsome assignments
I cry inside and I wonder why
How did I became so ungrateful?
When did I become so hateful?
Why does life feel so wasteful?
My attitude toward lack of gratitude
Is disgraceful
I’ll repeat a similar feat on Monday

Your Mission, Soldier

I’ll wait for you there
With daggers in disguise
To kill the courier
We have to stop the message
Before then rain down fire

They started this war
Trying to rule our lives
When will they learn
To welcome different kinds
There is no going back

My dream was to
Build a new world
For me and you
I’ll see them run through
Absent of guilt
Blood to the hilt

It’s been eight long years
Since I’ve been at peace
When the stars come out
I close my eyes and wish
For silence and relief

Peace is a lie
What happened to our words
When we could come to terms
Point the gun and shoot
Now all our points are moot

My dream was to
Build a new world
For me and you
I’ll see them run through
Absent of guilt
Blood to the hilt

The hounds have my scent
I have to keep moving
My mind is still strong
But my body falls apart
The sadness in my heart

Bones of the fallen
Littered throughout our lands
This was not God’s plan
It was the hand of man
I see his horse and torchlight

My dream was to
Build a new world
For me and you
I’ll see them run through
Absent of guilt
Blood to the hilt

Who will watch over our kin
When we are all slain
The King is deranged
I see eyes and fangs
Time to make the leap

My feet have one last trip
I know I will not slip
To train all my life
And end this war tonight
This is my destiny

A bright side to a dark mind

You give too much of yourself
I put my heart on a shelf
You try to pry into my lies
I misdirect with covert spies
You ask for me to be real
I mask the way I feel
You claim no hidden agenda
I have contracted love’s influenza
You say I am a difficult man
I suggest you have a backup plan
You want me to talk more
I want to run for the door
You actually give a shit
I need to take another hit
You say you cannot do this again
I turn inward and allow my demons to win

I thought the time was right
A bright side
Eagerly searching
A dark mind

Door No. 8

Don’t do it brother! WAIT!!!

So stubborn…
He pivots quickly and turns
Running blindly through poisonous fern

She went this way sister!

Too dark…too late…
She knows what to expect
What happens to him next
The echoes of footsteps
Dead carcasses on doorsteps
The sound of the banshee’s wails
A hex imparted by a wretch

I can’t see you brother!

He’s climbed the steps
Inching closer to the blood-red gate
The cries of mother
Having sealed his fate

The World is a Scary Place

I fear for you my boy
You’re not like the others
Do you know who I am?
Are you mindful?
My words are unlikely to resonate
Your development stagnates
So called experts label
Autism, Level 2, unable
To recognize human emotions
To understand kindness and devotion
I wonder if my sins
Have swept up with the wind
Strong gusts have brought us
To the shore of Autumn’s end