Awethentic

Craving sodium and sweets

A symposium of good things to eat

Life’s pleasures were a good day measured

Allowing them in for a good ole grin

Instead of denying try trying

The bad days silver lining

The sad ways we use words to blind things

Glad the grays don’t stay

They pave the way for something better to come

Views unfettered by some

He let her have fun

She fret his love of guns

American so hot dog buns

Despair was thin ideas hot ones

Chocolate eclair heavy burgeoning with custard

Fears we levee our souls muttered

Trust in her and her gut feelings

When you cackle your crap she pulls you down from the ceiling

When through she spackles you back to smooth and good feeling

In love shackles they lacked knowing each other

First one to love him was mother

Since then there have been more that showed him

End of the day who really knowed him?

Or anyone for that matter

When the mirror drops enjoy the shatter

Broken shards like tarot cards

They reflect pieces of you and what you’ve been through

Rorschach test no grade best

Something off your chest

Just don’t dump it anywhere

Some people don’t show any care

There’s plenty there

To let go of

One smile enough to grown sun

Pristine dream can remain that way

Glinting scenes displayed any day anyway

Dull ones do too

Which ones pull you?

Who runs your glue?

New funds we blew through

Consumer boomers had to have the new bloomers

The pretty lacy ones from Macy comes

Inside the desire thrummed

She yelled at them instead of telling them

Tried to be nice but they weren’t listening

Dew on the grass outside still glistening

It was like a mission thing

To break them away from the tv

Zombified so neatly and completely

Click clacking coming from those little controller buttons

Poor of tan but digital gluttons

No hope coming from Seattle Sutton

The game froze again hit the reset button

Blow and bang on the cartridge

The game better than family no partridge

Total imagination capture pulled you in like rapture

The hero with the guns

The enemy having no fun

Last life push hard

Natural training towards a foid card

Most of the games promoted violence

Conquering enemies to build up my fence

Was it fun because it’s what we were used to ?

Or did signals get crossed

Causing a love loss

For our fellow man

Could this have been the master plan?

Throughout history it’s plain to see

The vein will be vein

And those walking up mountains will always feel pain

For all of us the hotel will eventually say vacancy

Wait and see when you check out

No more Porsche’s to spec out

Slow mo forces take your flesh clout

Hold no courses for life’s try outs

Mentally take the helm of your own ship

Instead of just being a radar blip

The ship is yours

The ocean isn’t

Velvet shores

Fathoms hidden

Sail for them

But enjoy the journey

One way ticket no returning

There was a lighthouse named papa

On positivity he had a lotta

Love for his fellow man grand

Didn’t care if president or valet he’d shake your hand

Sure it was a little grandstand

Salesman had egos too

With the kindness sword he ran them through

And they all died smiling

Some of it grace some of it timing

To take the time to make you feel special

Was a feeling he gave me that I don’t wanna let go

Don’t fret though

The lighthouse stood a long while

And all the time carried his own style

Miss you papa haven’t seen you in a while

But the light shines out from my house now

Tears of joy furrow my brow

You taught me who I want to be now

Off for the whole month of May

Social tank full and brimming

Nice out wish we could go swimming

We fight the planet but it seems she’s winning

The news is sure to keep you from grinning

It’s an in thing, but we are an out crowd

The message they want stays nice and loud

Don’t look at marketing to find proud

Look at your actions instead

Don’t let the sales pitches enter your head

Precious mental real estate kept him up late

Procrastinate feeling shitty and practice your witty

It’s as small as you’ve never given it time for

Not using our imagination how they are the crime lords

What can a dime afford

Who cares

Who dares!

Who dares to flare up and stick out a little

Done being the monkey in the middle

Instead Ed’s the bread crusty end piece

Life is just a beautiful lease

A short story for those that bore me.

It was almost three and there were three more after that

Everyone running around with their tit for tat

My attitude wasn’t having that

Beat back the media with a baseball bats

Switched from trans fats to ban that

No body cares if your boy ran track

As long as the track record wasn’t checkered

News topics getting more salty less peppered

Should have left word with something positive

What are your best to give?

If variety is the spice of life

The the food media feeds us is dull

So sneaky how it enters the skull

No gauge to say when your tank is full

So keep drinking and eating this fresh load of bull

The more you pay attention the stronger our pull

Shut off the tv, and come with me

Away from this dreary dreamless place

To a place you can go to without any trace

Its into your head, no need to dread

Its your own ball of wonderful notions

Explored like too many conceivable oceans

Of course danger and despair and loneliness can be dragged up

But if you don’t want they can sink having already been tagged up

Disorganized and agonized over and over and

Formidable obstacle but worth it to stand

Up and look in the mirror and get yourself clearer

Relationships dearer to us than all that’s glamorous

Who cares if you own a car or take the bus

Freedom of thought isn’t taught

It is often sold and bought however

People locked in ego to this say never

Beautiful souls give it away for free

It doesn’t take getting down on your knees

And praying to anyone

Drop the guilt so you can have many fun

Listen to your inner voice

Which can give you much choice

On what to peruse, or lose

Practice the slow down and reduce the confuse

Cinders still hot and burning with potential

Just repacked the cylinders with new differential

Floating just a little off the ground

Imaginary gadgetry not making any sound

From shitty circumstances move on and rebound

Leaning against the speaker complaining about the sound

If you can’t then try and just enjoy how you tick

And if that means you’re a dick

Keep it to yourself and improve everyones health

Speaking from experience just nearly hence

Play with the frequencies and the sequence

You don’t need a sound engineer

To make the ringing go down between your ears

All it is is confronting your fears

Maybe watch who you step on as you walk with your tears

Wether loved ones and strangers all tied up in the goo

That inner blame game where we aim our boo hoo

At you too

But once you know about it

It can be done without it

Life that is

At least in small increments

Chilling out doesn’t mean your delinquent

Thoughtful instead of auto awful

Some of us seemed destined to be the bull

In the room

Carrying their version of doom

True for me too in my own way

So I lay low to not spread dismay

Quietly enjoying decay with free play

Imagination buddy didn’t care if my boots were muddy

Or if life felt cruddy

Covid 19 so nobody hug me

Diane had a thing for Pez dispensers.  Her strawberry colored room was adorned with typical girly things.  Uncommonly though there was a shelf looping up in a long spiral on all four walls where her Pez dispensers lived.  They ranged from pop culture to just plain weird.  Ironically she disliked candy so the arsenal of dentist celebrations would have to wait.  She was known to sit in her room and silently enjoy her treasure.

Out in the world she found people made her feel awkward.  They were tricky in ways she wasn’t equipped to understand. The Pez familia was always familiar.  Predictable.   Bright.  Thought givers.  The stories each of them carried would take her to the amusement park in her mind.  Other parts of her mind were more dangerous and unknown for now.  

Until she met Ray. He was a local boy with a passionate love for sweets. This was his pleasure as well as downfall. First firing was at the doe doe donut shop. Caught powdered sugar handed by Mr Wiggle bottom who had the same habits as ray but he was more sneaky about it himself. Next came another sugar delicatessen named Cookie’s cookies. The store was shaped just like a big cookie standing upright. Seating was limited inside and you had to hunch to use the bathroom. Form over function. Ray could only smile at his luck landing such a sweet job. He was the taste tester for Cookie who had a lot of cookie ideas for things not yet invented as far as he knew. Needless to say Ray was well fed and happy there. A few years and pants sizes later, cookie was getting up in years and the day had come that he had to let Ray go. It came about when his wife had suddenly awoken from her instagram coma and drowned in her shallowness. Cookie loved the idea of her instagram profile so much. She had put a lot of airbrush and effect filters and time into it, and there were a cornucopia of abbreviated emoji codes from her followers he saw as hieroglyphic kudos from an adjacent tribe that had a different drum set to his tambourines. Crushed by his loss, the inner drive and flaming imagination for cookies had died. Ray found him inconsolable.

Ray’s free ride to sugar town abruptly ending left him in a bad way. Just when he was considering some old gum under his desk at school to prop him up, a Pez dispenser fell from his classmate neighbor Diane’s hand. His eyes bulged when he saw the beautiful little caplets of sugar scatter out like so many gold coins to a banker. Diane saw the dispenser and gasped when it hit the floor. To keep them in pristine condition was a big part of the joy for her. She didn’t even see the candy as a loss.

They met on common ground when ray proclaimed his love for comics and spider man specifically which was the Pez dispenser dropped on that fateful day.  Ray ate his joy and Diane coveted hers.  For a long time both were happy together.  Till the Pez ran out.  Then the dentists rejoiced.

Silent nights and holy mornings

Changes come without warning

The illusion of stability and civility

Under that a brewing hostility

Financially brought about to humility

The value on cattle had started to rattle

Moo-ings and murmurings ignored by the king

Brought with it more time to let your heart sing

Not forced to be in the ring

What if this became the new thing?

All the unemployed boys rejoice?

The girls too come unglued

Repurposed for a different plow

Too early to say when things will go pow

Remember only you can dismember your fears

Our life given in moments not years

Even without stability there for us is utility

Get creative in finding it now

Nevermind the corrupt call us cows

Leave the bitch and moan and work on your vows

Sleepy warm grin then smile

His love for her always in style

If time was a foot, today looked like a mile

Your choice in how to use it

Curiosity guided pages confided

This geography had changing topography

Thrilled to see what could be

And never what might have been

That sight unseen

His view too keen

Why did people have to be so mean?

Chemical reactions to someones actions?

Brain synapses electrical clashes lead to crashes

So and so doesn’t like my eye lashes

No he’s a fascist

Long ago my last kiss

She’s a baptist

He tried to hack this

She listened to too much Johnny Mathis 

Don’t let people get under your skin

For they are your kin

Up to us to wear a grin

While committing a sin

Or trying to get thin

No one else holds the keys to your temper

Hard to believe you are the great inventor

Knowing this the way back to center

The day started in a typical fashion

Crickets chirping at work hard to bring the passion

People already afraid of their fellow man

Kicked up a few notches now the master plan

Even though we don’t know where we land

Life has always been precious

And in some cases infectious

That’s ok and how its supposed to work

Even if the strippers no longer getting paid to twerk

The temperature and the stocks show their numbers

Each indicators of man’s blunders

Eyes locked on one ignoring the other

Man didn’t get here without his mother

Distracted by the media instead of wikipedia

Too much time spent being greedy duh!