Rule Of Roost

November 16, 2017

Oh, here they come now,
The rooster creeping up slow.

Sneaks by on glitter, and how,

We dine today on jet black crow.

What a world with beautifully broken people,

How a place like this can be, with so much to go around.

Climb from rough to the top of that steeple,

Oh no, another long way down for all.
Rule of roost the biggest liar,

Hold your heart against the fire.

Hold us in a trio as we pray for different relief,

Cock in the henhouse, everyone I know has a thief.

Rule the roost but still recall, nothing’s perfect and so we crawl…

…right back into the farmer’s blade,

They all rule the roost and we are/I am just warm shade.

Thomas Spychalski 

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Propaganda State

November 15, 2017

I was looking for a solution to a problem of something or another when I fell into a created well.

That had so much contradicting data, that what answer might be the solution was hard to tell.

Suddenly something came to me in the way random ideas often are prone to do.

No matter what side of the coin they are on they all got something to sell to you.

 

Whether it be sex or love; dope, religion, material wealth or politically unstable cult masses,

The world outside all our doors through animal-based greed just comes in and crashes.

They tell us who we can love, they tell us who we don’t.

They tell us who we sleep with and tell us who we won’t.

They tell us what to buy and they tell us what to sell.

They tell us what they need to keep locked the door of our cells.

Even telling us how to worship the great mystery of life,

Step outside these boundaries and you might get the knife.

 

They prey on our sensitivities and all of our deeply rooted fears.

Send us off to wars to fight to create destruction and rivers of tears.

All to keep the wealth ball churning, all to keep that old flame.

Just to keep this sad lost world to keep on playing the same game.

 

Thomas Spychalski

 


Who Was That Un-Masked Man?

November 15, 2017


Today I awake and there is no noise, no static in the void,

I look for him but am not sad and not at all annoyed.

They say I have to love you, protection for the stabbed child,

Far too far he took it, he ran rampant, he ran wild.

Who the hell was that unmasked man?

Who instead of saying no, says fuck yes I can,

Now we ain’t done yet,

Too many roads I have not walked,

And it is a safe bet,

That like any human there will be things stalked.

Not sure what occurred, its all a blur,

Praise the sheriff of this town,

Cause he was robbing my soul, bringing me down.

Tonight we say screw fear, put it in its place,

Once I get moving hope you can keep pace.

Too many regrets that I won’t regret again,

No more questions of why or waiting till when.

Let’s not get ahead, still lots to do,

Let’s not be dead, make it work somehow,

Let’s be crazy in that wonderful way,

Fear to be jumped like the shark of my former rattled mind, but now there is no tomorrow only today.

Who the hell was that unmasked man?

Who instead of saying no, says fuck yes I can,

Now we ain’t done yet,

Too many roads I have not walked,

And it is a safe bet,

That like any human there will be things stalked.

Not sure what occurred, its all a blur,

Praise the sheriff of this town,

Cause he was robbing my soul, bringing me down.

Thomas Spychalski

 

 


The Return

November 13, 2017

Walking blindly down badly distorted aisles,
Missing signposts on these many miles.
Moving aimlessly to the sound of the false beat,
Still, know I am here as the gravity plants my feet.

And then I looked not out but within,
Beyond the constructs of man and sin,
Then I found, if I no longer deprive,
That I was not lost but had arrived.

Thomas Spychalski


Cut You Out

November 13, 2017

Cut and drawn from the body,
Because you are the smallest part of me.
Leading new temptation, a new innovation,
Gag you up and let me be.

When you are gone from sight,
In the rear-view back along the road.
I feel so strong, I finally belong,
All transistors in the right mode.

Reduction of the virus,
I’ve kept too long in the temple.
Worship now, just show me how,
You no longer use me as your stencil.

Boiled down to hot breath,
I no longer feel you on my neck.
Just be gone, you don’t belong,
This is the steel made from the wreck.

Thomas Spychalski


The Sleep In My Eyes

November 9, 2017

Horrible visions plagued the likes of  the man who awoke from a nightmarish slumber,

Where historical gods tuned to devils, spoils all turned to plunder.

Shaking cobwebs from too long spent in the consuming void,

Afterimages remain, stored on soft pink celluloid.

 

“So now it’s like rubbing the sleep from my eyes,

and shaking off the bad dreams.

Unsatisfied and empty, raging towards the skies,

Told to exude patience and wait, but I just waited in hell, the hunger screams.”

 

Awake but not fully woken, now we can see the fires behind us,

All the life and light we let burn into dust and ashes.

Never too late, but the history reminds us,

Meanwhile that newly found hunger snaps and lashes.

 

“So now it’s like rubbing the sleep from my eyes,

and shaking off the bad dreams.

Unsatisfied and empty, raging towards the skies,

Told to exude patience and wait, but I just waited in hell, the hunger screams.”

 

Every new day he holds the gates without a total collapse,

New forests of thought arise in the courtyard.

Holding his tears up to heaven, praying for lack of relapse,

Keep those we love close, heal, but now keep ourselves closer as a safeguard.

 

“So now it’s like rubbing the sleep from my eyes,

and holding on to my dreams.

To be satisfied and full, it comes as no surprise,

Be bold to exude internal love, not hate, because the past never will, and the voice made serene.”

Thomas Spychalski 

 

 

 

 

 

 


When I See You Dancing

November 8, 2017

Random bit of inspiration from today’s WordPress Daily  writing Prompt ‘dancing:’ 
There are times I know, I know, that you don’t feel like the stage,
Wherever and however we get by to stay on the same damn page. 

Masks we wear and twists we share, don’t always cut through the gloom,

So we cut ourselves out, all the fears and doubts, lock them up in our private tombs. 
But when I see you dancing, lost in the moment,

Yeah this trip is hard but when you’re up there you seem to own it. 

I know you can’t dance on the floor all of the days,

 I see it there when you’re moving, like poetry and it teaches me this is how we pray.

Always a joy when you are dancing,

Because the rest of this world is cold enough, we all need something pure and entrancing.

So whenever I see you feeling bad,

The pieces around you seem so sad,

And the world is just driving you mad,

I’ll remind you just keep on dancing,

Through the dark just keep on dancing,

Light it up and make the world enchanting,

Just keep on dancing.

-Thomas Spychalski


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