Art Survives In This Modern Society





Art survives in this modern society
It hasn’t fallen away with technology’s rise
The oppressive stench of hate hasn’t quelled
Our need to unload a soul without compromise
Imagination is one of the few things we have left
Untouched by their ever growing, catastrophic greed
Washington is all the same, no matter how you voted
Within ourselves, through art, we can truly be freed


Immune To A Power Surge


Immune to a power surge
I sit alone & quietly type
Not affected by technology
Refuse to be your modern gripe
I switched off my terrestrial radio
But I’ll still pound at these keys
I’m not cool or a trendy guy
I’m reserved, doing as I please
There’s never been an audience
Just a few genuine folks
Sharing myself sparingly
I’m better with these slow strokes
I’ll continue to conjure ideas
Preferring to use my typewriter
Nothing fancy; just a love of words
Old, but I can still pull an all nighter

Returning To Simplicity


Returning to simplicity
Tossing out these fledgling fates
Stunted growth increasing these days
Hindered by our technological rates
I don’t want to watch my soul wilt
I want to break free & soak up the sunshine
I’m through with this culture of victims
You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine


Fishnets & High Heels

Fishnets & high heels

Images slipped into the mail

My eyebrows raised

A galactic technology fail

Dying of embarrassment 

You truly know how to please

But I never really looked

Making you an epic tease