There are monsters among us.
Besides the obvious harm they do
How can we recognize them?
By the ones who celebrate death
And not life.
(9/14/25)
Childlike innocence free of filters
expressing raw emotions of joy anger boredom
society's norms soon to censure
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Liar liar
Pants on fire
That's what you all will say
Unless your pretty
Or cool and witty
Or have enough money to pay
Your on your own
Like a dog with a bone
Fighting an invisible beast
Followed by traitors
Who say there not haters
Like jesus at the last feast
Liar liar
Tongues on fire
That's what you all said
You don't even know me
One day you'll see
Why you don't wish people dead
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
Ruining Of Society
Earthquakes are everywhere.
No one can be found here and there.
A lawless society.
With no authority.
Vandalizing someone's property.
No care but to destroy the environment anyway.
An era of decay.
The world is going insane.
Mankind above the law.
Just like Babylon.
The sins of the earth.
Burn down the flesh, remain in the dirt.
A corrupt government.
Everyone can see it.
Many will suffer.
The world is going under.
Every man for himself.
No food on the shelf.
Centuries burning, what a shame.
Nothing will ever change.
A holy war no one can see.
Stand by the cross, it’s all that I need
Why the society doesn’t speak about
The persecuted children of Hindus in Pakistan
The persecuted children of Hindus in Bangladesh
The persecuted children of Sikhs in Afganistan
The persecuted children of Christians in Islamic state
The persecuted children of Yazidis in Iraq
The persecuted children of Persians in Iran
The persecuted children of Druze in Syria
The world doesn’t revolve around Gaza
Laced with fake news and misinformation
Jihadis play the victim-card with children on the pedestal of falsification
So, wake up world
And don’t get twirled
In the propaganda of false whirlwind
(“Utopia and Terror Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Theft In the Name of Good
The rise in popularity of socialism
Especially amongst the religious
And not just the usual godless Left
Shows that theft has become a moral good
When used to fund one’s own pet projects.
Want to house the homeless? Tax the homed.
Want to educate the young? Tax the elderly.
Want to feed the poor? Tax the middle class.
Want to expand healthcare? Tax the rich.
Want to destabilize society? Tax everyone.
The bottom line is taxation is theft,
The taking from another involuntarily by force,
And we accept it as a necessary evil
Until it crosses the line into things we don’t support
Like the killing of babies, bombing of villagers,
Lining the pockets of corrupt officials and contractors,
Locking up the righteous while freeing the insane.
The bottom line is taxation is theft, and
Anyone who tells you otherwise and supports it
Is just another thief.
(9/9/25)
Orders descend like sharpened hail
each shard cutting language to ribbons.
We learn to swallow pain quietly,
to bow our eyes before the flag of silence.
Walls do not need ears...
fear builds its own cathedral,
where every heartbeat kneels
to the god of obedience.
Children are taught to trace straight lines,
never to bend them back into loops.
Curves are forbidden
too dangerous a hint
that what dies might begin again.
Even breathing is tallied,
counted like coins in the dark.
Still, a single breath slips past.
Unmeasured, unowned
a secret chord that rattles
the cage of silence.
From that small ignition,
the world remembers how to grow.
People say I’m shy
But really I just feel inferior
To the brilliant minds that tick like clocks in the mirrors
The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.
His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.
Truth is no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.
I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and disgrace remain these eyes.
“Bhav” still stands humbled in the endless queue,
Whether love’s confession or death remain these eyes.
It’s a truism that you get what you pay for
Or vote for or ultimately what you deserve…
But when we pay illegal immigrants
To stay in five star hotels with pre-paid debit cards
And the homeless to just hang out with food stamps,
Cash handouts and Obama phones
What do we expect will happen
But for the problem to grow!
And so we watch a nation crumble
Under the weight of its own excesses
Fueled by bleeding hearts,
With blood collected in taxes
And just poured into the streets
And down the drain.
Where does it end you wonder,
Wherever the sewer takes US.
(9/7/25)
In dead silence, there’s a sound,
noiseless and yet profound.
Deeds provoking, not quite just,
from tainted minds that think, “we must.”
What a precious gem if caught,
the divinity of thought.
To control the human heart,
that takes something very smart.
Some may think the silence means
no one hears, or so it seems.
But there is the speechless word
in the spirit that is heard.
In the caverns of darkness stands,
an element with strict demands,
whose jaws will tighten on the lies,
and wrench the truth from its disguise
Times now test all living strength
pushing patience to end's length.
Power drives the merciless bold
to suppress the pitiful fold.
Clearly, some, will choose the wrong.
They must follow with the throng.
And stay silent ever since,
deathly fearing to speak against.
But in the silence, right prevails
In spite of suffering and travail.
Injustice cannot stand for those
who in a quiet fight - oppose.
In Heaven's silence, there's a sound,
holy and most profound,
the numbered reckoning of days,
that terminate life's foulest ways.
Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.
We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.
We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.
We thrive on repetition,
We fit into a groove,
And still we do not know
Just what we need to prove.
Then, too, we think alike,
Our thoughts are from a mold.
And if the cast were broken,
We'd be standing in the cold.
We all have religion,
One thing that we own,
And even with this difference
We can never stand alone.
We plead for independence
Something we'll never get,
For in all our commonness
It’s a man we've never met.
Our lives will always be like this,
Although we do protest.
But if we were to change,
We'd have nothing to leave the rest.
(“Perception and Reality Merit Badge”, 2015, original oil)
Mental Illness
Everyone with a mind is mentally ill
At least at times
And certainly to someone else.
A concerned doctor
The kind who could bestow such a label
Could say, why are you so sad
When Life is so good
You must be mentally unwell.
Why are you so happy, you must be unwell
When all around the world is in such pain.
Why are you calm and peaceful
When there is so much strife and war
You must be delusional and out of touch.
Why are you fearful and angry
You must be unstable when everybody
Just wants to get along…
Everyone is the same
Because we all have minds, minds
Which are by nature fluid and unstable
Because, that’s how they grow.
(9/6/25)
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