Reality Plague

Famous for,What?
Kardash-ion
Fashion?
Material possession of
Weezus-like
Man-sion.

Reality Plague,
feeding the guise,
The vague.
Making up your mind;
how great it is to live,
that life of
"Sublime"

Guilty America,
your void of
Reality,
Your remote control fatality.
Snap, Crackle, Pop -
There goes the
morality. 

Royals,
but with no heirs,
Crowns bought
Only for stares;
But who is to blame?
Not just them.
We tune in,
everyday
We watch their every
whim.

Desperate,
That's for sure.
No invite to their fancy parties,
We sit on the other side of the glass fence,
Salivating Heartily.

With Hunger Games Revere,
Keeping score,
Personal responsibility
clear,
(This is what I fear). 

Like boxers in the ring,
Who takes the belt,
(Measured in bling!)
Or Fox Fur Pelt.

BRAVO!
You've done it again.
Managed to escape
The world
You live
In. 

Perception (Gap)

The Gap
Mind it.
The tiny (or not so)
Space,
Contrast

Of grace and
Our REAL
Face.

Between;
Who we are,
Really
And what is
Seen.
The clean (or not so)
And the
Mean.

'Poretance
Of those pesky holes
Dancing
With, "Who are we?"
And who we want to
Be.

The reflection
In the mirror;
Perception of
Our
Complexion.

Expression-less
When we don't become
That which we've been
Blessed.

Hard to Swallow Pills

You know its jagged
Rough.
Sweet and divine.
The quick Fix Pill
A tall glass of wine.

Whine, too
complaining  - numbing the pain,
Telling yourself
"It's not my fault"
Protesting;
"Not to blame"

"Give me the Advil,
The ecstacy,
The thrill"
Give you the hangover,
you know that it will.

Everything,
has it's price,
Innocuous, it's not-
Without it's great wise.

Addict.
That's right,
don't be afraid to admit
dependant.
Without it,
Convulsing and Repulsing,
You'll go into fit.

Running in circles,
we claim no control,
But-
Look to each other,
Piece together, the whole.

No one is alone,
(though we all think we are)
Let's lean on each other,
Not for crutch or for car.

For support,
in our struggle-
getting through life,
Reminding each other
There's no wrong or right.

A hand will do,
(Not filled with narcotic)
An arm around,
not sensible or quixotic.

Love for no reason,
a hard swallow, I know
but when we get to this point,
all that other shit blows.

Come What May

Time to take my own advice,
The making excuses, swatting at flies.
Speedy recovery, from the wounded soul
get up, start over
pick up the pieces to the whole.

From all our ashes, a phoenix will rise
irregardless, how great our demise
We'll all be free one day,
to rock the Kasbah -
Dance, Sing & Play
In the penthouse at the Plaza!

Tom Ford tux for no rational,
Lunch everyday, at the National.
Pixie Dust and cotton candy clouds,
Children run wild, utterly wowed.

You'll feel it - that Love for no reason,
irrelevant our mood, or Winter season.
To our soul, we'll stay glued
instead of thinking,
"God, I'm Screwed"! 

But first, 

the work must begin. 

Saw out the rib,

that original sin. 

From back to back 

to face to face, 

blind faith 

and to do so, with grace. 

The trumpet will sound,  the vessel will shatter

The day is approaching, above physical matter. 

The prolonged neglect of, "come what may"

the waiting and waiting for "That Special Day"

Above time, above space

It's all here and now,

So to it, 

Through the illusions we shall plow.

For now, the work commences

dig deeper and deeper,

amend your offenses.

Forgive others, 

forgive yourself

Don't rest on your laurels

or get caught up in your wealth. 

Wipe the slate clean, check the gate

Edit the movie, set the record straight. 

Who you are, is who you are meant to become 

It's up to you, to join forces with 

The One.