Feed My Starving Ego

I am that man,
quiet exterior,
turbulent insides that mock,
the true nature of my kind, soft,
Give me something to chew on,
I will respond,
sustenance is my substance, of course,
that’s what they tell me,
I strive to organize my plate
with all the resources available,
give me strength,
let me value the grace of
a well fed ego before the reality around me
turns my insides out.

I walk amongst the people,
the ones I choose,
and they feed me with wrath, avarice, confusion,
so when I react,
when time comes upon me to be a leader,
I will starve you all
with my own satisfaction,
until my appetite,
my enormous caverns of self-righteous
can far outweigh the needs around me,
ah, calorie counters,
I love calorie counters,
they’re my favorite people.

Give me the liberty to react
with my own agenda
so I can satisfy my own hunger
for the eyes,
the fabulous eyes,
that allow me to think I have
ignited the fires,
set in motion the movement,
while beyond the green screen facade,
the real starvation continues,
just beyond my scope of vision.
Let them eat cake.

Waking Without The News


I awoke this morning with a certain calm,

the quiet heartbeat of my dog nearby,

the sun just beginning to radiate the room,

life seemed a slow melodic sort of tune.


Oh, there are certain ideals on my mind

that weigh heavily to be understood

yet for that moment, that initial lull

I could appreciate the sound of life alone.


Nowhere shouted the proclamatory pundits

wreaking havoc upon my state of mind

while millions of others like me would stir

to begin our daily frenzy of not knowing where.


I wonder sometime if it is that simple

to allow ourselves to breathe rather than

respond to the horrific mongering, albeit

I woke up today without the news.


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Turning Toward Time




When we race for that which we embrace,

the notion of our lives seems to last forever,

its when we let go, step off, rearrange, justify,

we lose sight upon what is the actual time.


I know this person,

they’ll go unnamed,

could touch a heart

suggest a part …


We do forget quickly from where we came,

having built roadblocks, walls, pervasive fears,

instead of understanding,

we’d quickly run away, face the danger another day.


It pisses me off that occasionally I might say a word,

then later have it used against my desires rather than the listener

understanding all my meaning is for their own

peace of mind.


The race against having all the time in the world,

so easily lost in the battle of knowledge of truth.

A Circular Humanity


We might on occasion realize a purpose,

could be a look in the eye,

an encounter with another,

a loss,

a misconception,

perhaps a realization,


whatever the circumstance,

the situation,

the need to recognize one another,

must always come first.

For without acknowledgment

each aspect of our lives,

could become just that vacant stare,

that place where no concept

of cohesive navigation

might even exist if not for the circle.


There is a place to find peace,

it lies in the nature of our presence,

shared with one another,

hands held in unison,

within that circle exists so many choices,

one is love,

outstanding in its own mystique

love does conquer all,

love gives energy to the

circle of life.

White Guilt

This reality bandied about by perspective,

the alternative news, the fake reality,

all designed to help us forget about society,

the other day I heard about voter fraud,

I’m pretty sure the election is over,

they got what they wanted after all,

they all got what they want,

live with it,

forget about trying to appease the masses,

not your masses,

the other millions of people that boarded buses to go to different states

to help elect an idiot,

wait a second,

that voter fraud crap has returned again,

is it for you or is it for me,

certainly isn’t a plan for them,

they, those, the others, the people we always were told

in gradeschool,

be specific, don’t generalize,

give them names,

wait a second,

there’s that education thing now,

we don’t need no stinking logic,

just tweet.

Standing Alone


Is that a good thing,

when we do find our island?

The conversation is rather uneventful,

you’ll find yourself alone on an …

adventure would be the saving grace,

but it seems,

it always includes some aspect of who we are that we have become,

and what does that matter to anyone else,

for instance,

oh hell I forgot my train of thought again.

No, no, that doesn’t work,

there’s a  saying out there,

can’t remember exactly but it suggests we often forget what we’d rather …

Now I’m pretending to stand alone on my own, alone,

hoping someone might notice,


the truth of the matter is,

amidst all of these cliches and generalizations,

we need to, yes, we, we do, it is our, we need to notice


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Knowing the Other Side

I’ve lost friends,

known people  with questions,

I remember one time just down the block,

I’ve often wondered if he knew,

the bang,

she seemed too understanding, so then,

another time, there was this bridge,

the afterward did not complement her living


I’ve never known the dead,

to be,

well, to carry this allusion of serenity,

except maybe my dad …

I think we all would like to know,

where it is, why, sleeping again forever,

seems to be the fatalist, the pessimist,

the one who always talked you out of risk,

and afterward walking around for hours

always trying,

trying always,

wanting to realize outcomes,


it is when we look beyond ourselves

we begin to notice

the tears before they ever begin.