Better as a Soloist

He's sitting alone to a plate of cheerios
Stirring the circles in twirls in his bowl
Imagining a life a little less like this
And more like the world of forever ago
Before he had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn
When the future of his past was filled with adventures
When every new day would hold untold wonder
Than clocking in and out and worrying too much
About the stupid things
Like being on time
And making sure to spend enough time with his girl
Or his friends
As he pleases one and disappoints the others
Till slowly all smiles fade from curiosity
When his imagination stretched to infinity and anythings possible
Surely in the infinite recesses of his infinite imagination
He'd find no finite things in store
But his life will be over in just a few decades
And then what happens then
As he ponders the sad and obscure little question
And its a joke that his biggest fear is being alone
Like that's such a bad thing
Being able to judge yourself and think on your own sins
Without being seen down the barrel of a hangmans noose
Slinging up your own elbow, and taking your sweet time to piss
No need to be here for their sake
Just a need to be here to create
No expectations,
And no delayed progress
Just you and the wall and a paper and pencil
But life isn't lived as a solo act
The ensemble exists for the ecosystem
You help them and they help you
Holding hands
Shooting guns
Building nothing
Bemoaning everything
This is the world we have
Where we as a whole can accomplish much
But spend it on highs and false truths
Thinking that your purpose is making a difference
In your little den of horny bunny rabbits
Pretending what, denying the self
A group so you don't have to see inside you
The ecosystem continues it flourishes
You ignore your talents and your possibilites
And you become what you think you aren't
Loveless, tasteless, useless
a gum pile sticking to the bottom of a pair of sneakers
Never a second thought
All of us lost
But all of us finding each other
Thinking on the tower of babel
Finding any excuse not to reach out and grab it
Afraid it'll burn us
Afraid it'll sink us
Afraid it'll break us
Afraid it'll find us
As we hide behind giants
Swim in salt waters
Demand free of dairy creamers
Drinking our coffee with a little less sugar
Denying meats
Treating the cow like its better than us
Fooling ourselves that we are better now
Treating our fellow man like fodder
Lumping the terrors in with the regulars
Lumping the abusers in with the peace keepers
Not letting us go about our business'
Not letting us just be content
With our beef stew and noodles
With our apples and our oranges
Where is that individual you were
Till you kill him just to be done with it
Just to move on
Did you kill your individual self because your too weak
Now you'll holler with the mob
Demand refunds on already worn shorts
Start on vegan diets,
Let your neighbor struggle to carry in the groceries
But oh I see you didn't drop your butts on the ground
God bless you for being a part of the cog in the machine
Thinking your beyond it
Like he said in that movie
They need people like you to point at
While you need to point at them
Its like black and white
and the individual is in the middle resisting labeling
Demanding more self
Where is the middle?
For its much more comfortable sitting on the line.

In Those Moments Before I'm Infirm

Youth go on singing choral arrangement even though the audience is sleeping
They are snug in their beds and dreaming of taxes and when they'll have to shower soon
Taking time to contemplate the opening theme song to long ago show
Dipping a toe in the bath but never sitting inside
They prefer the presence of feet beneath them
Where they can keep an eye on their statuesque poses
Timidly tripping themselves into deeper slumbers
Whilst listening to the youth drone on about forever
Presently the whistle blows and lunch time menus are open
Waitresses gather around to listen to digression
To humor the non-stand up comedian, sitting down to empty plates
Practicing their charm on a charmless twat wearing aprons
Deciphering cryptic ramblings that are hidden with ordering
Timing it just right and praying that they heard it all correctly
For fear of being lashed out at for being moronic
As they pour a long island ice tea
The waitress is thinking of me.
Who sits in front of a computer screen
With fingers attacking lettered keys
Dreaming of kissing the love of his life
Believing himself a solo artist
Cracking the whip upon his heels
But its a padded thing that delivers no motivation
As he finds distractions to counter act his ambitions
Feeling helpless as motivated time is stolen
For friends and acqauintences who want to cut off a piece of his life
Torn between too many plates that the bastard eats out of during lunch time
While listening to dinner theater in the shape of a choral group
Composed mostly of stoners.

Redacted Corrections Erasing Deletions

I redact my former statement

File it under a collage of work beess

Who are hell bent on being the bees knees

Cautioning the caretakers to take care of the cautionary tales

In one more instance they will remember

But since the pages are blackened out with black pitch

No one can say for sure who said what and why they said it

Determined to stir the hive the drones set out

Collecting up suspicious suspects

Damming them all to dawdle in place

Sidestepping the sidestep, while they collect dust and fall to pieces

Sleeping on park benches while masturbating in church yards

Oblivious to their abominable behavior 

And in the hereafter Lucifer didn't care

And God Almighty didn't care enough to step off of his mount

When the people, those insects, starting stinging the mail men

For delivering them bad news

They wanted headlines that were clean and proper

Like the ones I took away from them before

Here in the wool that was pulled over their eyes the truth lies

It wasn't for nothing that no one got anywhere

We were to busy being done in by imagined wrongs

Where in we made our gravest mistakes

Thinking we were anything but strong

Heaven sent us what it could

As the workers turned into soldiers

And carried rifles on their shoulders

Listening to me mimicking the king

Who really was but the man behind the curtain

Sitting in his own filth and sucking his thumb

So savor this moment while you die for lost causes

When you battle to your wits end and keep on keeping on

Experiencing a long ago foretold prophecy

Flipping through pages as you channel surf to words you want

And we the bees knees keep on going in

Slaving away what we need to slave away

That we might trade our measely wage

For a slice of cheesey bread

Clamoring and spitting on the other

When we all are garbage men

Why do we feel the need to envy one another

Complainers Gonna Complain

In a remarkable turn of events
The whiners continue to scream
No one saw this coming
On the front page of every source
Damming the others to hell
Saying that won't change their mind
Acting as though they are all
That in the end the world revolves around them
That in some way we can't compromise
No one saw this coming at all
Let the people scream out loud
And say what they will about tomorrow
When all the same ole' same ole' happpens
In the heat of battle they will scream at each other
Over the course of trivial and stupid trifles
Amidst the wrong words spoken
Maybe by mistake but they don't care
I am who I am and I won't change
Even if it helps the world
That's what every one says to us
Us the people on the outside looking in
The little few who care too much
The kind hearted wisdom thinkers
Content not to hate humanity
For no real reason
But who choose to forgive
And then chose to forget
The stubborn masses keep on fighting
As if battle is necessity
But when has that ever been the case
The ill willed will still do ill bidding
And those that don't and are angry
Will still think ill thoughts
And then there's everyone else
The other few
Just one or two
Who are sick of all of you.