advice, rules, manifesto, my allies at the bar

to write of fear and pain,
confusing it for love.

when the drear became lame
and the edge seemed a bluff,
it soon turned smart and sane
to simply smile, shut up.

posture is all about
timing and confidence.
with no desperate pout,
faces become limitless.

suddenly, HAPPINESS...
just as stout and immense,
in looks once called pretense.

holy fucks just make too much
loud to make a phone call.
not a matter of luck
involved in staying enthralled.

it's the music's layers
that make the walls seem thin.
neighbors prefer gaunt stares
at the television

because then it's easy
to live amicably.

the psychic energy
(if there is ESP)
isn't suited to pleas
for do-overs, reprieves.
whether molehill, quagmire;
vain attempts to appease
impossibility.

a keen sensibility
of sensitivity
almost implicitly
requires a firm belief
in tender humanity.
yet those wholeheartedly
concede that it's easy
to feel flatly bereaved
when beauty is perceived,
almost daily, in grief.
but say 'better to be
contradictory than
indifferent and empty.'

unrealistically
pleasant philosophies
sound so unappealing,
but peasant mentalities
of longing can sometimes gleam
genuine vitality
from just hoping unflinchingly.

we want our religion to be
unrelenting positivity
with as much humor as humility.
it's not that judgments are so cheap,
just that we're way too many discrete
opinions and attitudes for righteous conceit.

just dare bare-knuckled openness,
to be beyond tongue-in-cheek.
forget about all this silence
and solitude that you seek?

though odd to adore and abhor
clumsy acts of drunken camaraderie,
the sheer bliss of rapport can't be ignored
even if only evoked conditionally.

it's hard not to go about this dismissively,
but people tend to defend their own promiscuity
as if obstinancy proves ethical fidelity.

fluidity in identity is seen as true heresy
and we forget to be forgiving of the endless bumbling
and insisting of existing amidst this shared tryst of reality.

please, dream of waterslides
and a lack of objections.
smirks, perfect alibis,
just justifications.

few like looking for a home
in the endless expanse of mind,
but who could resist and say no
to the dizzying soiree of night?

the tenuous periphery,
on the verge of being seen,
contemplating, playfully,
duality and what it means,
how it draws us to this scene.

though, mostly a defense
are these human critiques,
questions of quintessence
can charm with their mystique.
observations, mad providence;
there's so much meaning to entreat,
everyday is an abundance
of curiosities to pique.

don't try to take responsibility
for us needing our litany of needs
being conciliatory
can't quite achieve inner-peace.

don't use the word ambivalence
to muddle true transgressions,
looming is the sad consequence
of choosing isolation.

emotional intelligence;
a skill or an obsession?
wise wants instant convalescence
from her fits of perception
and all the ambiguity

threatening 'big' consciousness?


larks teeter atop flowers,
impetuous enough
to peer underneath
expectations
and petals,
desperate to discover
the endearing value
of what is waiting
to be seen.

strong lights up a cigarette
just to fill his lungs with smoke,
eyeing the pretty coquette
sitting at the bench alone.
he mutters something like 'hell,
hall of famers fail seven
times out of ten' and stands up.