"Empty Chalice of Standards"
Six days of creation
God's hands designing
a starry sphere
with lustrous-hued rainbows
and a lover's moon
to enswathe over
majestic mountains
and sapphire oceans encircling
creatures great and small
Surrounds of great beauty
intent to bathe in love's repose
and abide umblemished
Mortal hands neurotic in their plight
stepped in, destroying the blueprint
a slow evolvement escalating
to an asinine caliber
as conscious thought became defective
a society of "anything goes"
in an empty chalice of standards
Heavenly choirs sing in melancholy refrain
Weeping as babies are deprived life
Innocent victims without choice
tortured and mangled within the womb
conceived in a night of frolic-
impulsiveness, a drunken haze
Guns in the hands of children
self-involved and hustling parents
neglecting to shield
with a safe harbor
wiping up blood in the aftermath
burying dreams with their young
Lust displacing love
as husbands revolve around
doors that hold secrets of the night
Women undresssed and gyrating
Unzipped boundaries as each bill
is inserted deeply
Infected emotionally
and transmitted physically
from mind's rot of self indulgence
Recreational pornography
Scratching lines of corruption
Animalistic and objectfied desires
Unable to escape
a fantasy world built for one
Crippled by the ill effects
Abandoning the notion
of right and wrong
Altering the label
to make it acceptable
Media manipulations
attacking their target
The fool succumbing
in blind conformity
Straight-jacket laced too tight
Fake breasts
Pumped up lips
Desperate to fit in
Cob-webbed minds residing
in the attic of fear
Cold eyes stare into the face
of the impoverished
Hoarding riches
Devoured by greed
While lying on their satin pillows
and laughing at the cardboard walls
that shelter the homeless
Landscape split hot as hell's fire
where Jesus once walked in reverence
Uncaring claws rake across forests
ravaging ripe limbs into fusion
of carnage and disgrace
as lungs fill with pulverant air
We bleed to remember the artistry
once held between lush green life
and clear blue skies
Between honor and virtue
Unable to wipe the fog away
the density unbearable and fruitless
from the seeds they let grow-
as humans destroy their own
Six days of creation
God's hands designing
a starry sphere
with lustrous-hued rainbows
and a lover's moon
to enswathe over
majestic mountains
and sapphire oceans encircling
creatures great and small
Surrounds of great beauty
intent to bathe in love's repose
and abide umblemished
Mortal hands neurotic in their plight
stepped in, destroying the blueprint
a slow evolvement escalating
to an asinine caliber
as conscious thought became defective
a society of "anything goes"
in an empty chalice of standards
Heavenly choirs sing in melancholy refrain
Weeping as babies are deprived life
Innocent victims without choice
tortured and mangled within the womb
conceived in a night of frolic-
impulsiveness, a drunken haze
Guns in the hands of children
self-involved and hustling parents
neglecting to shield
with a safe harbor
wiping up blood in the aftermath
burying dreams with their young
Lust displacing love
as husbands revolve around
doors that hold secrets of the night
Women undresssed and gyrating
Unzipped boundaries as each bill
is inserted deeply
Infected emotionally
and transmitted physically
from mind's rot of self indulgence
Recreational pornography
Scratching lines of corruption
Animalistic and objectfied desires
Unable to escape
a fantasy world built for one
Crippled by the ill effects
Abandoning the notion
of right and wrong
Altering the label
to make it acceptable
Media manipulations
attacking their target
The fool succumbing
in blind conformity
Straight-jacket laced too tight
Fake breasts
Pumped up lips
Desperate to fit in
Cob-webbed minds residing
in the attic of fear
Cold eyes stare into the face
of the impoverished
Hoarding riches
Devoured by greed
While lying on their satin pillows
and laughing at the cardboard walls
that shelter the homeless
Landscape split hot as hell's fire
where Jesus once walked in reverence
Uncaring claws rake across forests
ravaging ripe limbs into fusion
of carnage and disgrace
as lungs fill with pulverant air
We bleed to remember the artistry
once held between lush green life
and clear blue skies
Between honor and virtue
Unable to wipe the fog away
the density unbearable and fruitless
from the seeds they let grow-
as humans destroy their own
