Is nothing what’s real and is real an illusion? How can we have dreams amid so much confusion? Is it nothing on something or something on nothing? Is this depth or recursion or is this life a perversion? Allegories, similes, and vague simulations Metaphors, algorithms, and pure fabrications Our lives are encoded…

To the melody of “Creep” by Radiohead YouTube, Radiohead — Creep There was a time we were happy we would live till we die The world was so pretty Mom made a pie The air smelled so good I could see the blue sky I want to go back there Right…

Rhythm inspired by Bob Seger, “Fire Lake” [YouTube] Who wants to take that first hard blow Who wants to spend the night in jail Who will tell them what he knows Who will suffer if we fail Who has a sister with some money And will she come, will she come and pay your bail…

I look outside, stare at the rain it never ends, it hides the pain Under the roads, so many faces, They waste their lives, in hidden places More each day, their numbers grow They come to stay, their scars now show They cause our fear, from fear comes hate So many tears, I…

Do You Really Want to Do Something About It? — Let’s stop worrying so much about what’s coming and concentrate on the here and now. Give up on stockpiling food, planting gardens, building windmills, and digging underground bunkers. It will not make a bit of difference. If things get bad, you will just be prolonging the agony. What we need…

I blame the doomers in my life I hear their keening every day I crave their warnings every morning and hope depression comes my way For a while I can ignore them I can turn my thoughts away I can work on something else But too soon I’m back to…

I blame the doomers for it all I blame the fools and fortune seekers They must think they know it all or are hoping to find clickers Most of all, I think they’re cowards They are not prepared to die Just to get a few more hours They will make a useless try…

Riding fate he came in walking Like a void he filled the room All the men at once stopped talking and the women saw their doom He had come prepared for nothing and had nothing more to gain He had won every last dollar and was not looking to remain …

I’m not wanting to be happy, not to laugh or even smile I am looking for the strength to be here for the last mile I feel foolish when I grin It feels stupid to show joy I’ve been surrounded by despair ever since I was a boy If you ever see me happy hit me hard and wipe my grin Choke my breath and bring me back I see the storm is coming in I see tragedy ahead I know we will never change We will live in constant toil Our relief shall be revenge