The sport of compassion

I saw them on the court all mustered
gathered together in a friendly cluster
then they break and the game begins
throwing balls and frowns and grins

The school itself was just a colorful dysfunction shell
the real life was on the fields where heroes rose and losers fell
The classrooms were purgatory, the games were heaven and hell

And then the teenage morphs into a hormonal monster
Where parties and dating cultivate expectations and wanting
And the large streetside reservoirs call us lonely people in
Once a pool for competitions now a dirty lake

Lonely people climb the high margins self esteems pillaged
The sport of compassion was seldom played in the village
Houses for size, cars for speed luxury and mileage
A wave to the unknown neighbor hidden teeth nashing

You don't know the Jones' fear or hopes by their drying washing
Only a few misunderstood families play the sport of compassion
You judge them whole heartedly becoming unrecyclable trash
The courageous few, don't need your permission
To know and love people with passion

Face your dragon

The dragon is taking domain over your life
You ignored it's presence
You ran from the fire and smoke
Thinking that you wouldn't burn or choke

That God made the world peaceful
and that you would relax
But it really is a dainty lie
Living big illusions before you die

The dragon grows and grows and fills your life
with claws it cuts like the sharpest knives
the fire flows over everything you hold dear for
reducing to ash, all the things you care for

All the fear that stops you from seeing the dragon
or summoning your own Saint George
It stole your treasure and keeps you nagging
Yet the real issue you ignore

Find your strength and sharpen your sword
fight for the physical or emotional reward
but don't let fear make you poor
always face it, never ignore!

The wooden face speaks hurtfully

What is hard
is it the cheek the chin the nose?
Why no
it is the mouth and eyes though!

What is soft
is it the teeth and forehead
that absorb what was said?
No it is from the ears!

Words grow wood across the face
and lies trick truth to total disgrace
For the mouth can be weak infront of evil
The ear so injured will never be relieved

Put compassion in your mouth and soften it
Listen to love with sharp ears take out the cotton

The haunted fire dog was I

the fire dog was I
Axe weilding maniac feared
screaming around the bed
flames pouring off my shoulder

I the expelling the last demon
Quite a chore as I try to meditate
it knocks at my door
It infects me with fire and dozen brazen passions

My skin gets hot like embers and razors rushing
and the blankets on fire and so am I
rushing around and around as if a ritual hound
was I

Broken axe i try to relax and drop
bring my inner business to kisses and forgiveness
a round cheery god ever present and joking
was observing my frantic panic from a far
where he was smoking

Nothing like a gang of night ghouls
to come and set the furr a light
I no longer the confused  crazy pet
doing laps on fire around the parapet.

Spider noble

That leather skin of the spider
It's sudden jumps and skips and slides
Admiration warms the skull
eight legged hunter on the sill

Sun lighting it up like a tiny hindu god
It jumps down to the pot plants
pouncing on an insect almost a dance
sweet prey paralized at a glance

The warm concrete energizing the ground around
giving it energy again to dive back down
cleaning it's manables and unfolding it's legs
And keeping each one of those eyes in check

Heaven's in your heart

Have they ever told you heaven is a location in your own heart
A place where evil dies off like summer annuals in a frost
Guess they didn't tell or you'd be there more
Instead of anger and getting victim sore

Not my world you say stiff upper lip
No my field or tree you quip
You are too far from home I confidently say
Even I myself am a few thousand miles away

There's a bog where you dropped your compass
And satelites don't exist here for your GPS
You try to dream up some nifty invention
unable to see it doesn't connect you to this ongoing ascention

Heaven's in your own
Fling arms open like church doors
Let judgements and pet hates wither to the floor
make that new destination to the organ that adores

The love and abundance the pours
out of the body's core

Your movie after death

Your real reason for living
your heart's song to sing
The meaning of it all, according to the graphs
It's truly the only purpose you could have

is to get to the movie before dawn

Count up your pennies
and estimate your worth
Get there on time
get there first

parking lots full,
fear of scarcity and rejection
panic runs your wheels like petrol


Midnight busy you read the language of confusion
getting deeper and more lost, examining illusions

The movie has started

Will they still let you in?
What will you have to bargain
before the afterlife can begin?

Maybe the cinema holds no meaning
yet every desperate soul convinces you it has
Slowly life is leaving
though earthly desires last

Leverage the plebian millenial

The unaware and complacent hooked up to wires
Have become the desperate tools of the empire
1 by 1 consuming the sugar and fat
lining up blindly after a troll and a fap

The strong wifi signal for your mind hike
picking them up and putting them down
simple puppets moved by lights and likes
By digital smiles and frowns

Shaped and urged by the screen masters
refined into an extreme versions of themselves and their clusters
separated from each other with a convenient label
The pigeon hole religion illuminated by misinformation cables

Moving the status quo into itself with lube
like a greedy baby sporting narcotic feed i.v tubes
Social warrior that never lifted a finger
the audience-less solo Karaoke champion singer

The nature of the universe

It is a tiny piece of the universe
all ready to burst out and feel the sky
touch it and climb into it from the humble soil
Folding itself out like skyscraping deck chair

The secret to freedom across the forest
absolutely manifested under tasty weather
the aroma of the air a delight over breeze
creation in it´s progress forming shoots and leaves

A tiny piece of the cosmos vibrating
developing silently through a decade
people blind to it all, in every direction
focused on their own reflections

where is their connection
when the value of the world can be found in nature
why is it unknown to them
nothing but a slight outdoor threat

The evil patriarch and your freewill contract

What does it cost to keep the track repeating?
What was that down payment on popularity?
How did you afford to keep your picture in the magazine?
Just to be the looking glass itself

How transparent?
And do both parents polish it?

How did you extend last year
like it was a simple length of hair?
The salt still clear and savory
Not clear enough to see through

Salt as sultry as you the sceptical girl
As ironic as high expectations in a disappointing world
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How daring were you to be honest?
to see the cost of labor for your heart you quit
To give up the child, roll authentic up and smoke it
temporary high then you left with a new shallow

How transparent can you be as lies are rehearsed and applied
better than your makeup for appeal's sake, could you do it all awake?

You gave up on those old dreams and bought yourself a new dress
Pull yourself together as you face eyes of a certain lingering hunger
radiate the illusion, a mild ego bruising for the man vexed
across the cat walk like a wedding veil that launches sex

Walk blindly into the wind with us aghast
all past resentment manifested into faces and voices guiding you along
Almost sleepwalking carrying your frustrations gracefully
Bitter woman does God not consider you carefully?

That evil Patriarch that conspires your captivity
Each of your parents praying their hearts out for it

Your suave revenge tickles tastebuds and parts of our pervert
Put it on a plate and decieve us until we can't bear it
spark hormones then guilt trip us back into our underwear
Job done and vicious pay gap filled with false fantasies and fear

has your soul simply soured
hating with all your heart the power of male
they didn't force you to put a price on your tail
Why did you announce it at that exclusive auction sale

Awful oppressor stir his lust with angel fury lashing out
make him sorry for his ambition and passion
The demonic spectre of man, judge us all as slime
Yet your hand finds the pen and your fate is signed

You let it in

The heart opens and stubborness recieves the disease
The spirit enlivens and the body repairs itself
Fear falls on it's knees pleading, without it's grin
but you plead no more, and I ask who let God in?

Again not a man in scripture, cloth or of a self important persuasion
The real deal connect, love and accepting inner vibration

The mind never questioned this time
You saw beauty for what it was an intangible gift, you now believe
giving me the very sight to see it all again without an ounce of greed
 Yet with tonnes in weight of gratitude and all consuming appreciation

Frustration falls on it's knees, my curiosity deafening
Who let God in?
Someone smashed the demons from around your brow
and I want to know how you let the devil down
Float the light and cause the darkenss to drown?

What made you come around?
lose your resentment
and get yourself found

How do you face the world?

Where have you been in your life?
Every conclusion is an illusion or lie
Why have you become this human now?
Answer me in a way to raise a brow

Are you going to share a few of those pearls?
As words and seconds will inevitably twirl
around lips and clocks until dawn has become dusk
early birds turn in and night owls exude lust

Crawling on the back of that turtle like a baby on a bulldog
When you wake from a dozen stark images after sleeping like a log
Ever questioned the many senses that let you interface with the earth?
Ever rounded up or down the figure that best represents your worth?

Or do you tread aimlessly through the wetlands of time?
unable to reflect in the murky waters of your mind
Simply here to be, to see with no descriptive word or summary
Is that fresh water running through your personal opinion freely?

oxygen and minerals crossing it, albeit a shallow stream?
Or have so many old ideas accumulated into a methane swamp
That cut your cognitive sources from those unbridled wants
knarled bark and vultures is that you? Fixed stare, jaw gaunt?