Instinct, the Tyrant

We are freedom fighting
for all the wrong reasons.
We cry “death to tyrants!”
And live by our instinct.

“Why do men desire flight?”
A friend once asked of me.
A cynical response
was all I could muster–

“We strive for what we want,
However unnatural…
Hence our different vices,
From drink to sexual.”

“Craving is natural!”
my friend replied to me-
“Surely do we fulfill;
for we are animal.”

So we parted our ways
with a doff of our caps.
I, thinking man evil,
and he the opposite.

Is man a mere machine,
driven by his instinct-
Or just pass over evil
With a smile and a wink?

So I says to myself,
“Can I choose to murder
but never to stay pure?
That way… it sounds absurd.”

“If I can choose the right,
I can reject the wrong-
Though I fight with myself
by the hammer and tongs.”

Man is no animal
– considering morals.
Instinct, though powerful,
Is not unrelenting.

Dictators are usurped/
Tyrants have comeuppance.
So too, some day, instinct
Will offer death a dance.

{CK}

Fire Away.

Such a death tone
played at half-time.
A funeral dirge
Rings dully in my ears.

No truer a victim
Than the stiff-in-the-box
A dark starry night
Conceals a man’s blood.

The earth cries out,
“A murderer is loose!
Find me this madman,
and so ease my suffering!”

Outrage is the response-
For even dulled humans
Feel the earth’s fury…
A man will die by dawn.

Blood-thirsty hunters
With wills of iron.
A peaceful crowd
has now become a mob.

For fear and fury–
We are slaves of temper.
And so two wrongs
Will yet make a right.

Siezed about the neck,
who cares if he’s guilty?
The Earth’s thirst of blood
Will never be satisfied.

So two innocents pass
like ships in the night.
If equal blood is shed,
I see we care not whose.

So is a murder repaid
and then called justice.
It seems the only difference
Is political correctness.

{CK}

Merciful Drowning

An ocean of smoke for my beloved.
Deprived of all vision,
She will seek me again.
And I will come as a friend.

Yes- she will fight for oxygen.
sensory apparatus
Negated by the clouds.
No- she will not be wowed.

I will guide her as a shepherd.
I will take her hand,
she will take my name,
And she’ll no longer fear drowning.

{CK}

Iron Jaw.

Throw down the wicked-
lay torch to the system.
This dark/fatal embrace,
A chokehold I must break.

No fear of flame
A lack of shame
this futile name
hobbles the lame.

Vampire with broken fangs,
Unable to feed or survive.
He wastes away until he dies
And leaves no number or name.

A walking corpse burns
raising revolting stench.
A victim of undying worm
The feeder has no teeth.

See such a crushing blow
Delivered by rod of iron.
An empty and hanging jaw–
The rewards of what we sow.

{CK}

Fall, Fail, Bend

This is where we fall down

That we might live again.

Brush ourselves from the dust

And put our face to the wind.

 

Failure feels so sweet

When you fail with a friend.

Through the storms of life

With the breeze we bend.

 

{CK}