Category Archives: Defusing Poetry

Poetry, Thoughts, The Written Word

The Common Man

The trials of the common man
He knows where his desires stand
righteousness is seldom planned
A puppet for the hidden hand

Shifting thoughts on their demand
He wishes to be shown the truth
Reads the paper and the news
Unaware, it’s what they choose

Drenched in his own happiness
indoctrinated by the best
Content with sport, beer and sex
It’s always been this way, he bets

Can’t comprend the other side
Why the people choose to fight
when the bombs and mortar fly
Not a tear had left his eye

Thinks that others want his life
they’re envious behind his eyes
If only he could see the lies
perhaps his passion would ignite

But all is lost for common men
their happy with the world their in
no need to think or care for them
They are the enemies my friend

The Kissing Game

A kiss in public was taboo
That gentleman and lady knew
They still proceeded through and through
To lock their lips and have that kiss

And Lo within a week or so
The fad caught on wouldn’t you know
Where every couple in public
Would stop to have a sudden kiss

Across the theatres and the stores
Meeting faces was the norm
And even strangers would conform
Locking lips to have a kiss

Everyone would kiss hello
Kiss goodbye, not knowing why
The brainwashing had come to this
That even enemies would kiss

What was taboo the other day
Had gone away, been brushed aside
Alas there goes a splendid sight
They’re making love
In broad daylight

Home

The elders crowd like darkened clouds
Surround the church where gossip lurks
They choose to stay outside to play
Bingo in the hall today

Children ride their bikes on paths
And roads that time have cracked apart
Unfinished ideas line the shops
Some parts are new while others rott

The teenagers just seem to be
Parking late and smoking weed
Local police know where they stay
But still they look the other way

My family sat wedged between
An airport and many factories
The loud planes entering our dreams
Where muffled by trains and worker’s screams

But inspiration still seeped out
With common minds my friends were found
Discussing books that were profound
To form ideals that would astound

To leave the valley was the dream
Until I grew to know the scene
And realized our worlds are formed
Inside our heads
Success is born

Nobel peace Prize

I’m humbled to be put beside
Those held in esteem so high

I’ve spent my life in selflessness
And til today had no regrets

The honorees preceding me
Accomplished more obviously

I’m grateful for this festive day
That I’ve received this accolade

But all is not good in my mind
My conscious self cannot decide
To take this prize and thank you all
Or run my head into a wall

Because you see I know the game
The agenda expanders get the fame
So I must be doing something wrong
For a prize of “Peace” to come along

I’ve seen the liars and the whores
Cheats and criminals of war
All receive that golden disc
That above my head you wish to lift

So for my life of peaceful shows
My answers a resounding no
I will not take that golden disc
I do not need an ego lift

Instead I’ll keep helping the poor
Feeding others, protesting wars
Listen to every voice ignored
Because kindness is it’s own reward

Waiting for tomorrow

A bitter-alone time he’d spent all summer
A victim of his own regrets
Subconsciously he forced lonliness
With no defense against his stress

He walked alone and ate alone
Convinced he willed to be alone
With no attempts at wooing girls
His looks still drew them towards his world

Because he was so self-absorbed
Swimming in abhorrent choices
Women’s voices missed his ears
And opportunities disappeared

His martyrdom was self-inflicted
Why he gave up, remains suspicious
Could be that he didn’t try that hard
Or perhaps it was his fear of love

The Predator’s Prey

It followed me into the darkness
Thinking it had my number
Believing itself as the predator
Sure it had me cornered

I stopped walking
Stood in the darkness
Hungry for conflict
Clenching my fists

It darted out in front of me
Following an evil script
Its deadly eyes piercing mine
Shocked at my appearance

I wore a smile with grinning teeth
Bloodied lips and blackened eyes
a blood-stained shirt with strands of flesh
With a severed-finger necklaceĀ 
around my neck

Its smile ran off
It stood motionless
Until I took its eyes to eat
When it screamed, I took its tongue
I took its heart, it couldn’t run

Then as it fell I knelt on it
And tore off a finger with my teeth
Cutting it clean from the palm
Another trophy
Another charm

Stagnation

From hopelessness true heroes are born
Driven by anger, hunger and urgency
Warriors of retribution leading the way
Forging the foundation for future revolutions

But one man can only do so much
Give his life for justice, while the rest nest
Under the most hostility yet he refuses to complain
A Rock only causes damage when thrown

In these shallow days nothing is sacred
Yet people shuffle on inconspicuously
Hoarding time
Waiting for others to change

Close Encounter of the Nerd Kind

It flew above my head
Excited and flickering lights
Sending wishes of supernatural delights
It left the whole street in awe that night

They were branded the enemies
At war we lost so many lives
Military and civilians, ruined houses and buildings
Gullible at their obvious disguise

And when the dust settled
We rose as the victors
But our money had depleted
We lived a life of rummage, our pride and hearts defeated

The rulers took us under their wings
To settle our debts we worked the feilds
Dug mines and stood in production lines
All to get our bread and wine

But a few things just seemed too odd
How Monuments shot purple sparks
How they navigated our landscapes fast
How they had mastered Tesla’s rod

At first we thought they came from God
Or outer space from distant stars
Where they took off is where they landed
We’ve all been duped
thats how they planned it

So as we sit and watch the stars
Our DNA is melting fast
Our poisoned food and water feeds
Our brainwashed minds until they bleed

It’s Oh so hard to break the chains
When one comes free, it joins again
We try so hard to fight the top
When its ourselves that need to stop

They don’t control our mouths and eyes
Decisions we must make them wise
And not buy into doublespeak
We are ourselves, that’s all we need

The Architect of Chaos

Who is the ruler?

Set in a square

With biased contradictions

A diamond and an hour-glass

North and South

You must be aware

To join in the ranks

As brothers do share

Pledging ignorance

Between J and B

Cut mother’s apron strings

To wear it casually

Trapezoidal rituals

Check the floor

37 minus 4

Reminisce old paintings bore

Resembling texts

In Asian score

Waiting for the drum

The horns andĀ 

a flute

The picture move quickly

Towards

Destitute

At it’s core it collapses

Because of untruth

Evolution of desire

They remain aloof