Department K

Department K                            12/31/2015

Some go to sleep

And never wake up

While others nod their heads

And do what they are told.  

Waiting for scraps

And falling on their swords

Lapping up every lie

Like a dog

At his dish. 

There is no getting out

And there is no turning back

Either all the way in

Or all the way out.

One thing ends

And another begins

But this end

Is a long time coming

And you should know it by now. 

If anyone cares

Then they would see

And if you see

Then you can decide.  

The ghosts are here

Right here and right now

More alive than many

Who sit on their hands. 

When we didn’t know

We were deceived

Socially engineered debt slaves

Born to borrow,

Work, and die.  

I am not ashamed

And there is no need

To apologize

Not for love

And not for protection. 

The cages are opened

And now the beasts emerge

Emboldened by appeasement

And frothing with saliva.

It is no accident

And it is no joke

That we are on the menu

Skinned, gutted, and smoked. 

So also this must end

As we endure

Whatever may come

Today, Tomorrow,

Now, or next year.  

Time is running out

One grain at a time

And now that we know

It is a precious treasure.

Laugh, smile,

Love, and embrace

For we will survive

By faith,

And by grace. 

Depth Perception

 Depth Perception      12/30/2015

 

The dead see through the living

And the living, dream through the dead

Each one gazing through a looking glass

Curved, opaque 

And beveled at the edge.

No one knows every secret  

And no one knows every dream

At least not enough

To make it perfect

Or make it understood. 

People and places 

Fade in and out

Focused for only a moment

And not enough to love.

We see, but cannot comprehend

And only afterwards 

Do we remember in pain

Viewing ourselves in others

Long ago dead. 

I have seen myself in many

And I have wondered at the mirror

A man fractured into facets

Disjointed and indistinct. 

Tethered to a line

I imagine forward movement

As we crawl along a track

One way through time. 

If all dreams have meaning 

Than mine make no sense

Random windows

Into private angst.   

We long for

What we cannot have

And yet willingly ignore 

Priceless treasure.   

 If I loved

Then I love

And If I lost

At least I know.

The pain lessens

But the glow remains

Richer and more luxurious

With each and every view.

But truth is like a telescope

Burning like a lazer

Boring through the past 

And exposing every future.

 

A lie today

Is like a thousand yesterday

As the layers peel off

And we see the past

Perfectly.  

Nothing but a hoax 

And nothing but a lie

No matter how hidden 

And no matter how big.  

Now I that I see 

I know who I am 

Strong enough to see 

Who was right 

And who was wrong.  

   

Numbered

Numbered                                12/30/2015

It always ends the same

Just like you knew it would

And all we have to do is watch

As it all falls apart.  

Unraveling in the air

The pieces fall

And the damage is done

Jumping the track

And tumbling, end over end. 

Nothing is easy

And nothing is free

Costing you

And costing me.

Someone had to lose

For someone else to win

And that is how it happens

And that's why its done. 

A sacrifice was made

Deep within the heart

Cutting me off

In the middle of the week. 

Letting me down

And cutting me loose

So that I fell forever

On the long way down. 

Some survive

And some do not

But survival is not enough

If you cannot grow

And cannot learn. 

The stupid go on

Without question or thought

And do the exact same things

That they always did before. 

Still looking for something

That they will never find

Empty on the inside

And blind as a bat.

But if I had not suffered

I would not have known

What it feels like to lose

And gain 

Everything. 

Good and evil

Is light and darkness

And woe to them

Who cannot see

And do not know. 

It is they, who will dangle

And it is they, who will die

Even though they murder,

And even though they lie.

November 9

November Nine                               12/29/2015

Wednesday November nine         

Slipped away

Like all the others

Setting off a line of lies

No man can prove.

Deep dark are the secrets

On a scale that boggles the mind

As we seek to hide

For fun or for profit. 

The easy smiles are gone

But so also are the dreams

Cut off halfway home

And left on the street.

We have been distracted

And we have been duped

Led down a primrose path

Of lies and delusion. 

Dark shadows

And flickering flames

That willfully forget

And cannot remember. 

Who will uncover the lies

One upon many

The end over the beginning

Fifty years or more. 

Dead men cannot talk

At least for now

But still they know

And still they watch.

Face to face

What will we say

And eye to eye

What will we do. 

Yesterday is over

But remembrance is forever

No matter how deep the pit

Or how dark the past. 

Behold the end

As they make their final plans

Each and every second

More deadly than the last. 

French Twist

Silent Film                            12/29/2015

Strange, surreal,

Dark, and beautiful

Suspended in the air

Like a silent film. 

Nothing is ever real

And nothing is ever perfect

Not without loss

And not without pain. 

It hurt me then

But only with time

Do I understand

That tears cleanse

And agony heals.  

I have risen

From the ashes

But not by my hands

As I fumble in the dark

And wrestle against myself.

The night was long

But even blackness

Can shine

Contrasted against a single spark

Burning in my brain. 

I love it all

And embrace every nuance

Even though it hurts

I endure. 

At every café

And in every dream

Lost in endless shades of gray

Perfection lives.

It is all beautiful

But we would never know

If we didn’t lose it

Foolishly wasted

And numb.

Numbers, letters

Symbols and graphs

All given over  

To black and white. 

Blood, ebbs and flows

Easing through my body

As I sit and think

Circulating like metaphors

In my dreams. 

Steaming coffee

Swirls around her memory

Black and brown

Frothy and white. 

Now I can feel it

As I drift into whimsy

Living a beautiful life

For as long as I can. 

I shall walk in roses

And think of them

A long lost memory

Perfect and free.