Got a Question for You

If I fuck with mother nature, does that make me a rebelious child?
If born out of wedlock, does that mean God didn't sign off on this world?
Or does it negate Him altogether?
Do we transform our DNA over a lifetime, or does it transform us?
Is popularity just a group of people that all decided to exclusify themselves?
Why do we pay athletes millions of dollars to play as gods out on their respective turf?
Does the term raincheck mean anything to you? Does it get tossed around too much? Overused?
Will we run out of stock and supplies? Or will robots fill in the gaps through genetic engineering?

Self-checkout has become repulsive.
Exclusive group do far more damage than good.
You're not inspired to chase your own dream. You'd rather watch someone else do it for you.
Selfish, self-righteous, tyrants of the modern age.
Our voice is hoarse, coarse at best like the grind of my pepper. Harsh to the taste when all alone.
We are beyond alone, in the other direction, trying to prove loneliness as a great way of living.
With sex dolls and self-checkout and peapod and amazon and netflix streaming into
our retinas 24/7.

If not currently viewed, it can be discussed in detail.
Well, here is my disgust...in detail.
I vomit in the face of a nation so blind that I fear my flickering of the lights will do no good.
Useless.
Is procreation a declaration of sorts?
Can anything be taken too far? Or is our comprehension level that of a gradeschooler?
Just want our turn in the sandbox to make our own personal castle.
Can you take one minute of your fucking day to pay respect and love, and honor your mother and father?

As the songwriter questioned, "Are we running out of love?"
I hope for the best, but fear the worst.

Pastor's Kid

Teeming, I dream experimental to drudge through luggage left for me, 

yet to be claimed.

An item got lost in transit, which is no matter, because 

our problems always get delivered to our doorstep the following business day.

Tried to weigh it on the scale for shipment,

only to find no numerical value. 

Unquantifiable, apparently.

If you "know a Guy", it might ship out faster,

but either way they're all headed to the same location.

Hook, line, and sinker like a salesman,

sauntering about in your casual Friday dress.

Telling the world of another world you've gotten a sneak preview of.

A mere apology, I offer, if we don't seem interested.

Just got off a long flight and we're quite tired.

Does empathy or sympathy exist in this other world you speak of?

Is there plantlife?

Good soil?

Could I grow a garden?

All fair questions, that get answered abstractly

as if the the salesman ignored you question altogether.

I heard it across the hall, over seas, whispered on the train

from one city to the next.

Separation and segregation is what we grow up with

like "Facts of Life" or "Full House" or "Friends".

Even those are old now, but I never made an effort to change my bedding.
Wrapped myself up all insolent and "innocent" of such dissonance.

I embodied such an abstract answer as this, only when

I turned around to take the next flight out.

No innocence, just persaverence and education from hard knocks.

Grasping a concept only when I held my baggage with my own two hands.

Don't spit in my face to spout poetry from your self-righteous idealogy.

Never forget the human.

Never forget a face.

For the next one may be God.

Free Solo Me

Time is like a manmade pond.We're constantly fishing for something unnatural. 

Lost all breath on the way down, fully submerged with a fate resting upon this

here oxygen tank. I'd prefer to hold my breath thank you very much.

Drowning used to be my biggest fear.
Now it just appears to be a part of life.

Coming to shore as driftwood, forgotten off-shoots once a part of something marvelous.

Where has fear gotten me?

Look at the rock face bare its teeth, spitting out numbers, grades of difficulty.

Scale a ledge and all of a sudden am able to easily play a live set.

Fear has gotten me nowhere, neither has suppression of thought/feeling.

This is where it gets tricky...

It's like dad just wanting to have a catch again, but I refuse, because

I believe i've grown out of such things. Moved on. 

Claimed independent on my taxes.

If life after death meant we could only live off of rationed experience...

my tongue would go dry from lack of tears to supplement my thirsty soul.

In the moment I mistook the momentary bliss of silence.

Music hinges upon the rests.

There's plenty of fish in the sea, but mom keeps calling me extraordinary.

Filling the plate for a lifetime does not give me much to chew on.

SO I create bones to pick and pain like quid to meet my quota.

Hash out the irrational in the morning, for I know it will return by midday.

If we abuse every fibre of our being, and in return, are commended for it...

Where the hell do we stand?

Motionless, emotionless, Alex's eyes are transfixed by El Capitan. 

Rubble removed, along with the rope.

Fear and love awaken only to be suppressed and compressed

into an inaudible sound.

Live in fear of death, but love its scent.

We're so cushioned with life preservers now, there's no chance of drowning.

While we're at it, let's fill the water with chemicals to get high off of.

I am able to fly if I perceive there to be no pond.

However, once we're all floating, I no longer know how to reach you.

Alex appears light-years away, off in distant space. 

I too can relate with an emotionless gait. 

But each climber is quite different.

There is always a consequence, even if we acheive our dreams.

Road Rules (Please Listen)

Navigating the streets with Maria got me thinking

There’s laws in place that prohibit you from drinking

While on the road, driving to and fro, fast or slow

We often turn left or right in a fit of rage or take it with ease

As if to feel a soft breeze. Either way I am not a predictor

Of such movements that should have a simple indicator

Accompaniment...I’m referring of course to the blinker.

Let me explain to you what this is because many drivers

Seem to have forgotten some of the fundamentals.

It’s simple, really. By your wheel there is typically a small arm

On the side which moves up or down. Once moved, it

Creates a repetitive sound. One I beatbox to so as to not become

Frustrated with it’s persistency. It’s a reminder of the urgency of

Such an action and the emergency one could cause if they refuse

To use this necessary tool. To say it takes too much effort is foolish.

You, yes you, driver in front of me...I beg and plead of you to stop with

The whiplash and heart attack inducing stops and maneuvers with

Not a single note to signal me of said action. It’s infuriating to say the least.

Dangerous most of all and plain stupid to refuse. Please, oh Please, use your

Blinker. Do it for the good of society and acknowledgement that you’re not

The only one on the road. We’re all trying to get from A to B safely.

I’ve gotten so upset with this carelessness, but still, I’ll ask politely.

Use your blinker.