History and mist, magic and myths

Chupacabra


Every commercial proudly proclaims "next"
As if newer is better
And negates the need for subtext
And everything we'd gain
Outweighs all that we've lost.
Everything's brighter in the land of star-crossed
Where self-worth is bartered and battered and tossed
Solely on the merits of "latest"
As if "greatest" is ever-evolving
And fate is a mere whimsical child.
Every day another new invention
That defies the spirit of convention
Because wisdom needs an intervention
When it's hampering our lives.
How did we get here?
From the Beatles to Bieber? Mozart to Minaj?
Kierkegaard to Dan Brown? Hank Aaron to Bonds?
And as time ambles on
Can anyone really claim that we've won?
And why do we often speak of time killing
As though only the future deserves the top billing
In this un-watchable soap opera we've made of our lives?
From sheepskin and robes
To Armani clothes
Maybe the tatterdemalions had it right
And in our hiding ourselves from their plight
We've actually lost the most ground.
Though "progress" abounds,
We search and we search for what will never be found.
When did life become easy?
And are we so quietly tamed?
And far in the past
Beneath industry's ash
Rome had a temple to a god yet unknown
And for all that we've "grown"
Unknown is unnamed
And maybe now we're the same.

Dark Thoughts

Vaccination

  

Inoculated to the volatility

The violence and hostility

Bred for the inevitability

Of ever encroaching death,

Desensitized to the violence

Sporadically overcome by shyness

Confronted by our own blindness

We choose a weaker lens.

We’re scared we’re being cosseted

Afraid we’re being closeted

With the monsters of our youth

Or worse, with just ourselves

Our private living hells

Our tempests and our summer swells
Security  sacrosanct
Mandated by the file and rank

Protected for protection’s sake

Or so we’re always told

And so we're always cold.

Maybe the greatest tragedy

Is that we’re immune to gravity

Believing we can sail over the travesties

That disfigure cosmic tapestries

Until the threads of fate unwind

And refine the sands of time

Panning out the gold

And leaving only silt

A dagger buried to the hilt

And guilt.

Maybe love is just a jilted dream

All's fair in love and war
Became all's fair when wanting more
Hearts on every distant shore
Rise and fall with each discord
Until there's no more love,
There's only war
And happy trigger fingers.