The Fodder of fanatics

 Fanatics of those mediocre movements
of the pain in your hearts
that drives you to sustain yourself
on the gamelike dogmatic lie

at your crowds raving and dancing
cheering in unison
you've achieved the illusion
of such dogmatic illusory heights

the pain in your mind
outrage shared out like cake
digested and embodied
gamelike henchmen guide you

fanatics you are
with colors and signs
a movement that carries your legs forward
ignoring those counter-arguments

cushioning overgrown butts
with inflating self righteous drivel
in private I see through you, I see you fade
better grab your poster and find the parade

Don't look back old son

 On the road
back to a new past
old routes we used to grasp
and small towns

memorable colors
My father told the tale
of a very basic heaven for sale
He had bought his spot

A fresh place I had foreseen
with multicolored camelias
bordering the outside of a serene
wooden and hallowed chalet

the old rail passed within meters of the residence
and a new bay connected to the sea
over the old car museum's property

I asked him to take me back to the old residence
that old familiar existance
then came the  typical snicker
he said you can't go back son

decorating the future with pieces of the past
the nostalgic outer membraine never lasts
I clean the lense of my glance
as I try to create the contemporary

falling into the present
with the essence of my mind legendarily

It's mine

 what is yours
what is mine
a library
in a mansion

What is yours 
that is fine
sweet street fruit
falling bruised all the time

Big rooms
but this is mine
I see you look up
just pack and sign

for as far as the eye can see
it is all mine
not fantasy or musings
the keeper just finds

Condemn me brother

 The man that sung the song
that let it all out
that lay it all down
like the law

like the judgement on all of our souls
heavy and crushing
like the way we behaved over decades
laugh at it now, but it still bleeds

like a small mountain stream
red as your dreams
shame as a demon
shines in your reasons

for each of your judgements
they reflect like polished swords
aimed at our heads
blinding our eyes

seconds from death
eons from birth
learning to laugh
learning to cry

and dirtying our souls in the ash of other's judgements
soiling those well dimpled innocent giggles
for some square photo of us on the wall
with just the facts written directly right under

blood of siblings
the only wine in the bottle
share it at a wake
exclude us

the worms we are
eons from birth

The tyrant in your head

 the mind overthinks
no way to simplify it
no way to humble it
listen to me

the mind wants to form a hard shell
to calcify and survive on its own repetitions
stay clung between some rocks
safe and unconscious

it overthinks
sensitive and preoccupied
unable to extract anxiety
or even regret

sending us over the edge sometimes
the medicated could attest
their own minds timid to admit
pills and routine

OOOOhhhhhh
there is no offswitch
for the over-reactive mind
sometimes creative mercy
othertimes unkind

Flesh and screens

 the pain of flesh
the necessary mistake of it
through this whole journey
sticking my body to the land
somekind of meat scarecrow

civilization screeches 

here we go like leeches
ambling along
toward death, toothpick like dummies
you no exception, still humming

your disapproval absolutely essential
Sealing the simple lie this lie of fat muscle and bone
spritis drowning in this blood
Diluted by it

A rhythmic dance of stroke
body seizing acceptable death throes
community nods and sips that coca cola
confirming their own demise ahead

some see this as a prison this flesh
the existance they drink away
I've not gone back to blacking it out
shining a light on mysteries

has only deepened them

your disapproval absolutely key
for a lie well crafted expands on the earth
sugar seeking zombies
sugar seeking smilers

Instant kilogram of color and value
that you rent on some digital page
trafficking your self esteem
has made it rather shallow

waiting for a dopamine deficit
to share sad photos
as predictable as the thread often is
condemn this sewer

instead of mainlining it into your psyche

face the ground where seed waits
for your very lips
for that water
for your corpse

to get what it needs for speed in growth
before it gets out grown or becomes a vulnerable host
like we all have, to a human virus
unquestioning unthinking plodder clod of fodder

A moving scarecrow
with pickled eyes glued to a small pane o glass
using every moment to form your bias
and feed it until it becomes the foolish pet

to inhabit the hole where your brain use to be
use those sweetened cranium veins 

for a new AI sotware for your dreams

Dog ghost bridge

 the dog spirit hovering over the dimlit bridge
just before good end town
there in the shrubs something slithered
whether it was the worst part of me

could only be known by the grin on the surface of the water
spread wide yet overpowering
between great humid hungry shrubs
all seduced by the moolight and drizzle

was it the witch in my arms
the power of the night's very shade
the double darkness multiplying itself in celebration
of a gone sun

the dog spirit over the small river
a young couple glare from the distance
trying to make out my shape in the distance
The spirit hit the lines between light and dark

blessing the surrounding woods
the unknown lore
so many pretenders brag to have understood
Yet the lost dog's spirit evades them

the army of souls hide in the whistle
awaiting emancipation
instead of being forced to toil on the tunnel
that connects the afterlife with this one right here...