At the noble´s table(part 5)

So many pyramid base blocks we call people
maintenance for the megalopolis´
climbing obediently onto the platter
pretending they have some sort of last minute plan

Millions of screaming joiners
Forgetting grievance and victimhood
Whose resolve to save themselves is not sufficient
Quotas filled bound for the sweatshops orders the elect sent

Who will serve their senses
Fit snuggly into consensus
and maintain aristocratic lawns and picket fences
With no time to repair their own shacks and ripped tents

Eternity and trauma

Eternity remains
fists hissing before they hit the membraine like rowdy cobras
The bruise extends, forgiveness doesn´t heal it
Ill words exchanged and forever stays as undone as it ever was

Trauma of birth
relationships extended over the named spaces of time
The hand closes again in the violent home
five days after sorry, love is ignored again

Entry into love compassion forcing us to be
The fruit of love itself is duty
The pain of worrying if love is true is permanent
because we read the days with sour eyes sometimes

Never use your body as a weapon against those you love
for those flinching and shivering women and children caught
this is the breathless desperate wreckage
Pray they don´t carry it all through the eternity that remains

At the noble´s table(part 4)

As the castle is conquered by sly covert action
In the next ambitious kingdom you can hear their well payed joker
laughing over the subtle chords of the bard who pines after...
the dark side alleys that slide like slime into the shanty towns

This is where shortlived whims are rightly satisfied
Even the starving try their hand at a meal for their vices
while their stomachs groan
Hark and ho their common sense dies in rows

The rows they pray in the rows they work in and the rows...
they go to their grave in

At the noble´s table(part 3)

Salute the unquestioning serfs
We who are so easily pleased
When it´s time to announce our famine
our eyes and bodies are so stunned and blank

There´s just enough flesh for the feast
We love the game we are the game
we are pheasant meat

At the noble´s table(part 2)

Every castle is destined to be conquered
by the next ambitious kingdom
the pheasant feast that your flesh goes to
will sustain the invading nobles

Every bowl is hot and worked for
though those who insist on filling their´s fuller
will be sent to the noble´s most eficiente feather puller
Huddled in their masses trembling farmtools locked away

serfs wait in the cold for the leftovers
tasty morsels of their brothers and sisters

At the noble´s table (part 1)

The baby in your brain needs it´s nappies changed
Contact with those soiled rags
Mundane human dealings
getting used to attending our own bores and quirks
peel your own eyes back to see how it Works

You´ll be roasted in the pheasant feast
The flavor of naivety in human beings
Silverware that costs more than our souls

Emporium

The emporium is a place of curiosity
and why couples are separated within it's walls is a mystery
They face oncoming traffic on one way streets
Lose themselves in the notion of prosperity


Wealth can never fill the heart
It may just inflate it
Just to burst it later
Just oncoming traffic in a city you no longer recognize

The emporium was fun but what could it really offer
beyond expensive things your heart can't afford.

On the back of tortoise

The eye turns down
The bribe up
Galloping larceny
get a racket near parliament

The leather seat warms steadily
court days and erectile dysfunction
Politicians learn their limits
And their own ropes to the needy world drenched with the stench of responsibility

never dressed in the aroma of their forum room attempts at omnipotence
The few that enforce incompetence
The ones that institute bribery
Good luck slowing down a country that is racing at turtle's pace

spray paint the scapegoat
and make it look like you are the victims 

Inside the fence

If someone could teach you to describe the world
don't you think they should have seen it first with their own eyes
Slowly I watch as the mad hatters lead the unquestioning mass through the maze
No monster awakens a grand outrage to change the world there's just lukewarm wonder

For great thinkers and philosophers were all hired to close the gaps
Keeping their lofty ambitions quiet until the epoch no longer required them
I often ponder how they taught the world to stop questioning
To go about as drones and forget our history was purely about survival

So buy yourself into living
Color yourself with the tones they allow you
Call it individuality
Learn to whistle a well known cellphone message jingle

No bill can ever settle you
No Law ever give you the rights you deny yourself
No act can ever wake you
So lay back with your app the screen is your real world now

Morning ever after

A quaint neighborhood scarred by falling stars
With the scent of venison in the air
and the dawn shamelessly stretching itself across the horizon
Releasing itself from the sky to whisper across the land

Whispering through old picket fences and short trimmed lawns
Forming people with it's humidity, people now shocked at the fallen star craters
Their faces emanate new light that gives them voices and expressions
As if they were somehow blank before

And in one of those craters one could imagine a large insect like creature
But dawn's brightness sprayed the clay a warm red revealing a blessing
and from within the crater there was movement
Some beautiful new beginning awaiting the sun

Position to dream

The flish and the wesh
How they wash into each other
dark shadows slowly snacked on by morning light
And the heat of the sheets never cooling

Oh the rish and the wesh
And salted dreams crumble
Awakening proceeds and return to sleep seems futile
The warmth of the summer furnish a furnace for a bedroom

Oh the swelling and the alarm clock bellowing
First beads of sweat form timidly
Our pillows are out of shape
as our heads spent most of the night finding the best position to dream

The paste

Eyes in the paste
Hot day and no waste
Hot day and long toward the thunder
Great swelling heat sweat holds face

Sweltering hello and table utensils clang
 glasses sit without a head between them
food and air and cold refreshment
enough to ease us through the comparisons

the speculations that table talk emits

The music of eternity

Play that guitar before land and identity is taken for a generation
before a new regime declares itself in your beliefs
Or a new trend that sinks in and vacuum packs you into conformity
Play those cords while rocks crumble

Those precious mysterious riffs we thought you were not capable of
The remaining group of refugees pack their things to leave
half of their possessions already stolen
And like a stream we must run into the sea

They turn the world temporarily converting the army into the police
Arresting us on the street pointing their guns and good intentions
Off we are shipped as father in the sky strums his guitar
Those of us who are listening can hear his music and imagine the change of cords

Through the clouds the impossibility of losing love becomes obvious
We find strength and reinforcement despite all disregard
The world is our prison and our paradise
Play that guitar hitting those cords you know best

Rockstar's soiree

Arriving at the party the eyes on automatic driveway scan
The car door wouldn't lock
I Stopped to ponder the possible party goers and well wishers
Ignoring panic at the fact the vehicles were not completely locked

Entering the house I saw innovation's hand waving bravely
An inviting smile on his face that greeted me and provoked anticipation
A voice whose calculated boasts contained such bold certainty
one would seem altogether ridiculous to even consider questioning him

Then I saw lust after fame tempting cameras to speak
Wearing a feather plumed hat, auto attention seeking
Certain poses struck and effective rhythmic utterances of the trendsetting intention
Under the picture of spontaneity yet his calculating hands firmly fixed to the bench

But spontaneous had a falling out with disenchanted and left soon after innovation's boasts
In fact the only unexpected event from that time on
was the unexceptional arrival of vanilla mainstream
The party people's music and conversation had become amazingly pedestrian

According to snobbery

Garden variety fish
The shrubs not cut to form their perfect shapes
The  project not finished to be marveled at for a day
The whims of our monopoly pro society owners

Barbecue variety fish
A species that could feed a family for a week by it's price
But give little more than a meal with it's flesh
According to the rules of snobbery, the hired help were made aware

Monopoly pro society owners
Playing each square of the board
Low and high pitched laughing tones practiced in the mirror for months
Drearily critical according to those sacred rules of snobbery

A stake in honesty

Honesty has it's own worth in the currency of love
That commodity honesty is refined when it humbles us and exalts others
And when criticism is delivered delicately the value of honesty rises
When it is delivered as a rebuke or abruptly it is blunt change you offer to another

For honesty can only be measured in the currency of love
When you are honest to hurt others your truth is but nonfiction loaned by lies
And worth a hundred times less than a white lie told in the name of compassion
For a white lie told to save a life fetches a high price at love's auction

There I long to be, where sense and compassion sit bidding to make their fortune
from simple people who invest in honesty even when it seems like a balloon
Heavy truths may weigh well in the bank of thoughts but confound
For those who deal in honesty, their stock in love is sound

One more storm not to crash in

Half a cloud to get back home
In a very disorganized realm
Half a cloud to ponder above
We who break through storms to return

The skies sweating to bring us back
So trustworthy they are
If our baggage gets lost after landing so be it
If the clothes on our back are all we have to face the world in so be it

We are not birds without feathers
We are but poorly clothed landers who've arrived in bad weather
our water and surface traps us and our senses give us limited freedom
Yet for that little we get, I send a million thankyou's

We add so much to these outer layers
Traveling through the layers of the atmosphere dressed in metal
Above the clouds whose shapes we ponder on for hours
I send a million moments of confusion from there my lost baggage I don't want back

For these brief and giddy moments of clarity feed as much as thrill my spirit
And life is such a challenge to balance few can actually claim this merit

Beach garden drama

Hiding under the banana leaf
Protected from the sun, six legs and a life so brief
Next to the beach's cactus garden
The sand crab ambles underneath

Dry hot breezes come through the sandy cactus city
Carrying sand and eating the little humidity
The sand crab stirs and exits his cover to risk a snack
An ant attempts to find shade as the crab scuttles like a road hungry taxi

yet hesitates for out of the corner of his erected eyes is a shadow that forms a grin
For the beach falcon one kilometer above has spotted the little red crustacean
And in seconds will be upon him bearing down to fix his own bite to eat
A shattered shell and a sharpened beak through his flight does the falcon speak

Love, the word easily spoken, hardly enacted

Sandy slumber that gives words but not shovels
Callus our hands and drain the sweat from our brows
Leave deep sealed holes that will be covered
After heavy rains meet this dried up part of the world

Faith in the beast and the fruit
In the pasture and the flower
Although overall most agree and sympathize
Their fingers are suddenly cramped and lifeless when it is time to put love to work

Faith in the field and the forest
I feel we must combat the lack of it
Those who flirt with hopelessness yet have enough to save hundred of us
God where do they hide their vampire fangs and what is their purpose here

The vulture watches big ankles

These lost folks, big ankles and lots of obvious distractions
For those who can not see or hear the subtle tunes of nature there is superstition
These folks who married in, walk with heavy ankles the size of knees
grins that fall into frowns half lost in their existence necks that can't turn round

These folks who rush into lines push in front and maintain little to no notion of those around them
Riches passed down like legends they are mere legacies with no obligation of becoming something
Save thick below the knees
Oh our blessings have gone directly to them in their ways of life, I judge not, rather observe

These people who believe we are at the top of the food chain
We have been converted into vultures convinced of our rights
Oblivious to our responsibilities
Fools cry for the easy and fast solutions

Most of them doubt god has any hand in evolution!