The Play's the Thing
Needless waste of ruined lives
rippling into vast tragic waves.
Because?
"That's how the game is played."
That real lives are lost
never enters the ambiance.
Whose shame?
We are to blame for getting
caught up in this jolly old game.
Letting the players carve our name,
fashion the rules.
What has our honour cost?
Who is paying?
Aesthetically Rendered Themes
Desire
Inspires
Outmaneuvers inertia
catalyzes action, ideation,
attraction -- magnetizes
elements of essence
toward true North --
fuels adventure
Sun greets Earth
a hearty slap
hot and sassy
Economies of Scale
Consciousness skewed out of the bounds of reality
Living some self-inflicted insanity
We're all crazy, idiosyncratically
Pretending at rational being
Mass illusion for safety's sake
Shackling on identity -- shield and sword to brandish
Noise pollution obscures
naked screams
Who can afford to feel alive?
Waxing
Big, fat, buttery Moon.
Baby's face in the sky.
Tell me why you cry
fat buttery woe.
Does angry Mars threaten from above you
so far below, about to dash past rooftops
down to the safety of setting
of settling.
Like so many men I've known.
Where is fierce pride of independence?
Why is the best we expect
repentance, regret and remorse?
So much more was on
in the cards of romantic youth;
or were you just a stagnant pawn?
When we reconcile alone,
where is the virtue
to keep us warm?
Who are you, fool Moon, to cry like
a brat in the night?
No Solar solace -- pity-filled
lesser light.
Moon falls out of my sight.
I've no stomach for dawn.
It's not that people are greedy; but
(I hate to inform you)
people are mean.
It's not that we desire the piles of
gilt and coin -- that's just a ploy.
We want to enjoy standing above the
hoi polloi.
We want with great passion to dance
at the top of the heap, to be elite.
Nature Cure
The wild has been bred out of us.
We are creatures bent to city form.
Citizens of common culture
down graded along the main stream,
abraded to fit
today's fashion scene.
Wild instructions tug deep,
feed bloodlines unappeased,
misnamed disease.
Needless waste of ruined lives
rippling into vast tragic waves.
Because?
"That's how the game is played."
That real lives are lost
never enters the ambiance.
Whose shame?
We are to blame for getting
caught up in this jolly old game.
Letting the players carve our name,
fashion the rules.
What has our honour cost?
Who is paying?
Aesthetically Rendered Themes
Desire
Inspires
Outmaneuvers inertia
catalyzes action, ideation,
attraction -- magnetizes
elements of essence
toward true North --
fuels adventure
Sun greets Earth
a hearty slap
hot and sassy
Economies of Scale
Consciousness skewed out of the bounds of reality
Living some self-inflicted insanity
We're all crazy, idiosyncratically
Pretending at rational being
Mass illusion for safety's sake
Shackling on identity -- shield and sword to brandish
Noise pollution obscures
naked screams
Who can afford to feel alive?
Waxing
Big, fat, buttery Moon.
Baby's face in the sky.
Tell me why you cry
fat buttery woe.
Does angry Mars threaten from above you
so far below, about to dash past rooftops
down to the safety of setting
of settling.
Like so many men I've known.
Where is fierce pride of independence?
Why is the best we expect
repentance, regret and remorse?
So much more was on
in the cards of romantic youth;
or were you just a stagnant pawn?
When we reconcile alone,
where is the virtue
to keep us warm?
Who are you, fool Moon, to cry like
a brat in the night?
No Solar solace -- pity-filled
lesser light.
Moon falls out of my sight.
I've no stomach for dawn.
It's not that people are greedy; but
(I hate to inform you)
people are mean.
It's not that we desire the piles of
gilt and coin -- that's just a ploy.
We want to enjoy standing above the
hoi polloi.
We want with great passion to dance
at the top of the heap, to be elite.
Nature Cure
The wild has been bred out of us.
We are creatures bent to city form.
Citizens of common culture
down graded along the main stream,
abraded to fit
today's fashion scene.
Wild instructions tug deep,
feed bloodlines unappeased,
misnamed disease.