Powerless educators

 In the back office pessi-optimistic jerks come gossipers put their mouths to work.
Teachers getting through every angle of a well constructed scandal.
Passing folders, passing the buck, cute little sneakers, never merit, always luck.
Always complaining about the little that lacks.
While you offer nothing your own shit is jack.

When the all hits the fan, you'll wring your hands.
Lament for the victim of the crime, again you grind the great grape vine.
Hypocrite badges and tirades of fury, you are the ideal self appointed jury.
When you are wronged the others should appease, not get off on your suffering unfortunately.

Follow the norms, echo the slogans, echo the quirky quotes, show yawn.
You have no power to impact the world, static as the limpet clinging motherpearl.
So you wield sarcasm, sharpened quips, from blackened teeth, coffee stained lips.

The endless purple night

 The night is purple
Obstacle black
My hands are writing
My instruction slack

The grass is slippery
The bars are wide
Enemies have accumulated
Evil won't subside

I want to be selfless
Like these in neutral
often just helpless
The night is purple

Ufos fill the late evening
Tired eyes on disbelieving face
Police reports are filling themselves out
Some will will attempt to erase me

I want to be selfless to live and speak
Like these dressed as angels
Who persecute the weak
knitting evil into tangles

The servants want to go home
The police won't let me go
So they have to stay
And lock it all up

And I'll be whisked away
it's prison...
It's a prison

The gazelle with kind eyes

 In the protection of your own heart.
You have wounded many.
Some loud and boisterous unruly even.
Some quiet and abiding.

Let yourself not give too much importance.
Like a membrane between you and the outside world.
Don't bother looking into the intentions of a person.
Protect yourself what a destructive world!

Do I blame you for such precautions.
No, if I had any sense I might follow suit.
Instead I put myself in harms way.
Or prepare things thus.

Like a predator on a plain.
We can only take down the careless.
And you aren't careless, you aren't slow.
But I'll watch you. 

I'll be completely bamboozled.
As a lower tier meat eater who is not me.
Devours you in the grass.
Not giving you your just desserts.

To passify the sea

 Nothing comes easy my friend
 Nothing.
 But God is here,
 Or my delusions of God are here,

And they are sweet enough
To passify me through
I am not the good captain
Waves of blasted ocean

knocking crews of sense overboard
All that are left are navigators
with no real control over the boat
subject to the fury of a fickle sea

Kids on bikes

 Two five year old boys joked and tore down the slope
Their screams stung at the top of their lungs
Oncoming traffic brims, coming close to killing them
No lesson learned, no parent concerned

Out they rode again
Him and his cheery friend
On their little bikes
Screaming and the like

challenging fate to take their lives
Not in awe neither in surprise

When the waters recede

 Again there they wait by their boats.
Packing them with everything they'll need.

There's always something missing.
What is missing in you.
in me?

And what exactly are we crossing water for?
Can I replace what is missing?
We never feel ready.

Everything is rented, nothing is owned!
But I need ownership.
I need to exclude some.

Again there they wait packing their bins with food.
All will be gone if it capsizes over the flooded land.
Who am i to question them?

My house floats.
little waves hit my footstep.
Like white lies I tell myself.

Get myself through the day.
They'll get themselves over the deluge lakes.
And moor themselves once again in my vicinity.

Movement even when it appears so redundant is good.
It freshens the mind in this windless flooded land.
And when the waters recede I will plant and build.

And again there they will wait rolling up there belongings.
looking at my dreams and laughing themselves silly.
And I won't tell them they are trapped.

I won't tell them there's something better.
I'll let them cross the waters and seek great nothings.
One day they'll come back and pay tribute.

If they don't drown. 

Chaos is food

 Make your way
There is space in the world
There are roads to take
Curiosities to understand

The world has your kind of food
Chaos you said you consume
You can sustain yourself here
And walk with me your helper

Come through and save the insisters the imposters
Those that force themselves to conflict
They fail themselves miserably
You could tell them to be still

There are so many crazy and sad ones
Lost out here in the noise
In the sleepless nights
Looking for peace wheere there is none

Sometimes peace is not the medicine
Sometimes chaos is food