Posted by Synchronized Chaos Published More of My Poetry
Hi Jake, thanks again for coming back to Synchronized Chaos! We’re glad to publish these poems, one poem at a time, in our subsequent semimonthly issues.
Excited that you have written an Ode to Coffee, as I’m a legendary coffee fan 🙂
As always, please feel welcome to leave comments on the currently published work at synchchaos.com. We all appreciate feedback!
Cristina
Here are some more poems for you to consider.
God’s Confession
Ode To Coffee
God Is Coming And Boy Is He Mad God
The Old Man In The Mirror Must Die Old Age
Falling Rain
Long Life The Great And Powerful One
Spin Masters Spin Away The Day
Red Sun Dawning Over The New Empire
Just An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon
Prior publication
Travel to Gangwha Travel piece
Christmas Bombing in Nashville
Eve Ate the Apple
Just Enough for Coffee
Our National Hangover
Strangers Sleeping on the Streets
2019 Year That Was
Dogs of War are Howling
Dreams
Fate
Idiots in High Places
masters of the Universe
The terrible Teens
When will this Madness End?
End-of=the-Years Blues
God’s Confession
I was sitting alone
In a god-forsaken bar
the Cosmos Bar in Soi Cowboy
Bangkok, Thailand
On the lunatic fringes of society
Twenty drinks too sober
In the ass end
of a Friday night booze binge
On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drank it down
Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Bean, Jack Daniels,
The Walker brother
Evan Williams
And his old Granddad
Just drinking one bourbon,
one scotch, and one beer
and hanging
with Jack Daniel’s
gentlemen’s club
A crazed bum
With a thousand-year stare
Walks up to me
He begins
Muttering to himself
Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic’s voice
He had the look
Of one possessed
By his demons
Only he can see
Or hear
Possessed
by a secret knowledge
Only he knew
Despite myself
I was fascinated
By this lunatic’s tale
So I stopped him
And said
“Say, crazy little Dude!
So what’s your game, Anyway?”
The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle
Starting at me
With that
thousand-year-old stare
Just another
washed-up lunatic
Too many drugs
His mind blown away
Down too many rabbit holes
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life
An ACID causality
from the 60s
Been down so long
It looks like
up to him
He looked at me
And proclaimed his story
He reared up
And filled up the room
And lifted the bar
On his finger
And stared down at me
From the sky
And said
“Since you asked
I am Allah
The Alpha and Omega
Ganesh
Kali
Jupiter
Jehovah
Shiva
Zeus
And a billion other names
The real deal
The original dude of dudes
The Sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And the father
of that Jesus dude
But no one knows me
Any more
No one cares
They think I am irrelevant
They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time
That my work is done
I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see
An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else
He was crazy
Sure. Yeah
Out there
Bat sh… looney tunes
But perhaps
he was the real deal
I mean, why not
In this materialistic age
Why would God not be
a wandering lunatic
wandering around loose
Talking to low lives
like me
In a bar
On the highway to hell
So I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of cosmic woe
God tells me
“Well, it’s like this
Many a year ago
People believed in me
But one day
They quit believing in me
they moved on
And they went on without me
As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker
And so eventually I became
What you see today
A broken-down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a handout
Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner”
And he laughed
and laughed
And I looked at him
And saw
the beginnings of the end
And the ends
of the beginnings
I saw a million planets
Flash by
Trillions of people
Thinking all at once
Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed
And I knew
He was telling the truth
But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism
God has no role
God is truly dead
And so I bought him a drink
And walked out of the bar
still twenty drinks too sober
Profoundly saddened
From what I had seen
God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him
Long live God
Ode To Coffee
Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire
You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark
delicious flavor
And throughout the day
Whenever the mean
old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter ambrosia
Every time I inhale
your witch’s brew
I am filled with power, light, and love
And everything is alright Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes
I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms
In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid-morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post-dinner dessert drink
I love you, my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world
And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I’ve never had a bad cup
Of that, I can be sure
Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny’s at 3 am
Is still sweat-loving coffee
Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight
Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence
Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left
Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends
And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup
A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell
Coffee is like a drug
But a good drug
that does what it should
And never complains
It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you
It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out
And play with it
Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea
Coffee started the London Stock market
And started the gossips mills running
Every great invention
Was fed by coffee’s sweat brew
All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee’s magic
Yeah
I sing my praises
Of the great
glorious coffee lady
Long may she continue
To be my sweat companion
Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire
I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too
God Is Coming, And Boy Is He/She Mad
God is Coming and Boy,
is he/she mad
God Is Coming
The preacher on the street proclaimed
God is coming, oh yeah, he is on his way
And Boy, is he/she angry at us
The entire human race
And God, let me tell yah
He ain’t the wimpy, wimpy pappy
White Boy false God of the New Testament
The false deity that the evil Reverend Farwell
And the MAGA prophets
And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship
Hell no, God ain’t that god
God is a mean, angry powerful God
The God of the Old Testament
The God of the Koran and the god of old
The God that man once feared
Yeah, I am talking about that God
Allah, Buddha, Ganesh, Kali, Jehovah, Jesus,
Shiva, and a thousand other names
The God that our ancestors feared
The real deal,
and boy is he/she pissed off
And he/she is coming to set up straight
And send most of us straight to hell
For eternal damnation and punishment
God is particularly pissed off
All those politicians who have been
Misusing his name
and saying God is on their side
God ain’t on their side
God is God
And he is angry at them all
God ain’t no Republican
Fascist wanna be
Supply Side jesus
God is particularly angry
at George Bush
God told George
George, don’t do that evil thing
Don’t invade Iraq
I will handle Sadaam in my way
I want you to take
care of your poor people
Give away all your power and money
And serve the poor
That’s what
I want you to do
And poor George did not understand
Did not get the message
So George led the nation
Into war against another land
And thousands of people died
And millions of dollars were wasted
And nothing changed
And God is angry at President Obama
Who continued the endless wars,
Even knowing that it was wrong.
God is especially angry
At the anti-Christ Trump
His business partner Satan
Has a special room for him.
In the afterlife
And God is angry
at all the other politicians
All over the world.
And God is angry
at the people of this earth
Who have fucked up his paradise
and his divine plans.
So, brother preacher
Keep preaching the word
I understand.
God is coming to save us
And will start by dispatching
all the politicians
who proclaim
that God is on their side
Straight to the hell
they so richly deserve
Oh yeah
God does not like that shit
Not one bit
And the end times approach
And the preacher man preaches
And God is getting ready
for the judgment day
And I say bring it on
Bring it on
Brother preacher man
Keep preaching the word
And someday soon
We will meet up
Somewhere and God will decide
Our fate
But the fate of our leaders is sealed
And Satan has a nice room for them
And God smiles
At the thought of divine justice
That awaits them all
The Old Man In The Mirror Must Die Old Age<
One early winter morning
A man went to the mirror
To do his morning shave
Just another shave
Like a thousand, million shaves before
As he looked into the mirror
He did not see his face
Instead, he saw a stranger
Staring out at him
An old, beat-up old man
With intense sad eyes
Started at him
The man looked hard
At the man who had taken
Over his mirror
And wondered who he was
And how and why
He had taken over his mirror
The man was perturbed, disturbed
And a bit angry at the turn of events
All he wanted to do
Was shaved in peace
The man continued to stare
At the face in the mirror
And finally could not stand it anymore
He looked at the mirror
And said,
Man in the mirror
Who or what are you
And what do you want
And why have you taken over
My god-damned mirror
So early in the morn
The old man
Merely laughed and resumed staring
At the man
The man getting angrier and angrier
Demanded an answer
From the fiend in the mirror
Who are you, you mocking fiend
And what do you want from me?
The man screamed
The old man in the mirror
Looked at him and said
Don’t you know who I am
I am you and you are me
The man looked at the old man
And said no, no, no
I am not you and never will be you
I am not an old, washed-up old man
I am me – full of life, youth, and vitality
And yet the man knew the truth
Did not want to admit the truth
Could not handle the truth
The old man in the mirror
Was what he had become
The man was very angry
And screamed
At the old man in the mirror
The man said you may look like me
You may sound like me
You may even smell like me
But I am not you
Never have been
Never will be
Not going to happen
Not in a million years
The man yelled at the old man
Old man, mocking fiend from hell
Go to hell, old man
And never darken my mirror again
And the man stormed out of the house
And wandered about here and there
Finally late at night
He wandered into a bar
And began drinking the night away
The man went up to some pretty young things
And tried to pick them up
They laughed at him
Called him a dirty old man
And told him to go home
The man went home
To bed alone
And drank some more beer
And dreamt of all of his past loves
And failed dreams
Of what he had done
And failed to do
And wondered whether his time
Had come
The next morning
He walked into the bathroom
Determined to confront the old man
Tell truth to power
He said,
“listen up, old man
You may have won the war
But not the battle
I am not you
And never will be you”
And screaming like an escaped banshee
Newly freed from the mental institution
The man shot the old man in the mirror
Shot him over and over
“Screaming die-mocking fiend from hell”
The man woke in the hospital
An old black doctor came over
Said sadly
“This white boy ain’t right in the head.”
The man laughed insanely
And saw down the hall
The old man in the mirror
Smiling and beckoning to him
Walking out the window
And into the dawning sun
The man got up and walked
And joined
the old man in the mirror
And smiled as he died
h2 style=”text-align: center;”>Falling Rain
The falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with
essential dread
the lightning
and thunder
frightening me
an ominous omen
of bad things
yet to come
I am filled with
Dark, dangerous
Heavy thoughts
The rain outside
the Cosmos Bar
In Soi Cowboy
Seems like
the tears of God
Crying over his
As I sit
Crying over my beer
Thinking of lost love
And failed dreams
Wondering
What went wrong?
And what I can set right
And the rain falls
And the night darkens
The rain is falling
All over this man’s world
And the rain falls
And I sit
Drinking my lonesome drink
Lost in dreams
Dreaming of what
Could never be
Thinking dark thoughts
And so I sit
twenty drinks too sober
And drink
the rainy night away
Long Life the Great and Powerful One
While walking in the misty morn of Yore
One dismal dark decaying depraved day
I was suffocating from the sounds of the dying city
Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
Of dangerous terrible acts to come
All around me in this strange era, we live in
This orange alert perpetual fearful times
Constant fear, and overwhelming dread
Mad crazed Islamic bomb-throwing terrible terrorists
Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
Conspiring with the murderous criminals of Yore
Just waiting to attack god-fearing Christian citizens
Murdering them in their sleep
Blowing up schools
Blowing up buses, cars, buildings
Murdering in the name of their demented god
Screaming God is great as they behead us all
As I walk down that street
In the dead calm of the early morn
Filled with fulsome fears of who knows what
I look up and see a giant gargoyle
Looking down at me
Smirking at me, laughing at me
I yell out to the gargoyle
“Say, Mr. Gargoyle
What is so damn funny
Don’t you know there is a terror alert
Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?”
The gargoyle laughed and laughed
Said,
“terror alert? What a load of crap
As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
It doesn’t mean shit, it doesn’t mean shit”
Nothing but prime BS
Designed to keep you in your place”
He laughed and laughed
Soon all the gargoyles
of the city
Were in open revolt
They jumped off their perches
And started marching around
Chatting
“Peace is War, War is Peace
Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth
The Truth Will Set You Free
All Hail the Great and Powerful One
All Hail the Great and Powerful One”
The head gargoyle looks at me
He says “Watch this!”
And jumps up
and rides a rainbow sunbeam
Into the bloody red light
of the dawning rising sun
The other gargoyles follow suit
Dancing, naked, making wild passionate love
While laughing and riding the light
And the gloom lifts from my shoulder
And I laugh and realize
“It doesn’t mean shit”
And then my soul is free
And I fly with the gargoyles
To join my buddy the sun
And as we sit
high up above the earth
Smoking dope and drinking booze
And looking down
at the teaming mess
Of what was left of humanity
I realized the ultimate
reality of life
“It doesn’t mean shit”
And the terrorists
are nothing but delusions
Put in our heads and our hearts
By the depraved master programmer of the universe
In service to the Great and Powerful One
The true Master of Creation
As long as we are not afraid
Our souls will be free
And so I laugh and laugh
And the sun comes up
The dark mists disappear
The Great and Powerful One
Is overthrown
The terrorists go home
And I return to earth
Thinking that the
long nightmare was over
Believing that
we had won the war
And kept our souls
from going to hell
But I did not understand
That the Great and Powerful One
Had banished the terrorists
And conquered us all
In the name of freedom
We had become slaves
To his awful power
and dark demands
God is indeed great
But the Great and Powerful One
Has more power than mere God
And so we deserve our fate
Long live the Great and Powerful One
Whom we love forever and ever
Amen
Spin Masters Spinning Away the Day
Every moment
I turn on the TV
What do I see
Nothing but liars laying down lies
Spin Masters spinning spam of deceit
Chanting
The truth will set you free
White is black
Black is white
Lies are true
Truth is a lie
Lies will set you free
I see nothing
But politicos
Dropping down lies
Untruths masquerading as the truth
Oh, so sincerely
The lies spew forth so sweetly
From their corrupted lips
The toxic wastes
Spree out of my TV set
Infecting my soul
With paranoid distrust
And I vainly try
I do try
God, do I try
To the find
The nugget of truth
Buried deep
in the dark, dank, dangerous
Black, evil miasmic mists
Given off
By the talking heads on TV
So I leave my house
So full of doubt
And wander about
Looking for the truth
Some semblance of hope
Something to drive away
The dark despair in my heart
And I look up
And see a solitary cherry tree
High up on a hilltop street
Infusing the air
With its sweat ambrosia
And I smile
Knowing
Someday soon
The national nightmare
Of rule by the body-snatched
Resident evil ones
pawns of Hell
Descendants of dread Cthulhu
The ancient ones
Yes the darkness
That has descended upon the world
One day
Will be pierced by the light
Of clarity and truth
And the evil ones
The body snatched aliens
Inhabiting our leaders
Will be banished
Back to the hell hole
They crawled out
This much I know
And it is enough
To make me smile
Laugh and hope
Again
Red Sun Dawning Over The New Empire
The dawning sun raises bloody red
Over the traffic-clogged streets
And noxious polluted air
Of the capital of Imperial America
The sun with its bloody red glare
Reminds me of all the people who died
This last year in Emperor Bush’s Three Wars
and the endless war on terrorism
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
In the so-called war against Evil
The invasion and occupation
Of foreign lands
Because our leaders say
They might someday be a threat
And the old words of ancient Rome
Comes to mind
Carthage must die
Baghdad must be destroyed
The Heart of the evil empire
Must be invaded
And the evil of Saddam
must be expunged
ISIS must be defeated
The Taliban must be destroyed
the narco traffickers defeated
the terrorists must be sent
to GItmo
the communists must be defeated
the radical left woke mob defanged
MAGA Make Amercan Great Again!
So our great and glorious leaders
Proudly proclaim
Every day every moment
On the conservative media
Now owned, operated, and controlled
By the powers that have taken over
The shadow government that runs
The New American Empire
And soon the entire world
Will be under its sway
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
We still have some freedom left
Some space to rant and rave
And grumble
But soon, oh so soon
This paper and that paper
And this internet site and that site
And this TV station and that TV Station
Will be shut down
In the name of national security
We are the American Empire
We are the power, we are the power
We are perfect masters of the universes
And will remake the world in our image
And if we have to kill everyone
Who disagrees with us, anyone who does not want
The benefits of American-style democratic Republican capitalism shoved down their throats and up their ass
So be it, bring it on, kill them all
Nuke them all for Jesus and Emperor Trump
Let American Style Democracy
Flourish everywhere in the world
To save America from its many enemies
We will have to suspend the constitute
End the Republic of the United States of America
And unleash the new imperial government
Democracy of the People,
For the People and by the People
Will be no more than a myth
Taught in School
I say bring it on
Don’t pretend anymore
I am tired of the lies
The constant refrain
We are saving this country
And that country
And we are extending democracy
While slowly, ever so slowly
Killing it at home
And no one cares
No one notices
As the rights to you
Are sold to the corporations
That controls the secret government
That has taken over the country
And the world
And no one will do a damn thing
Including me
Hoping against hope that the nightmare
Of the Republican Fasicst Corporate takeover
Of the New, American Empire will end soon
And the bloodily red sun
Lights up the sky
With its baleful rays of hate
On a beautiful spring day
30 American boys and girls
Died in a foreign land
Because their unelected leader
Told to go there and do their job
They did and I salute them
For having done their duty
I just wish
Our leaders would do their duty
And resign
Admitting responsibility
For the mess that they created
The useless war, the constant lies
The shredding of our civil liberties
But nothing changes
The war goes on
More soldiers die
More foreigners are killed
More terrorists are created
More bombings will happen
And we slide down the path
Of Ancient Rome
The Republic is dying as we speak
And the New American Empire Rises Up
Triumphant against all enemies
All hail Donald Trump
The New American Caesar
Long May He Reign
An Unhinged Lunatic Howling At The Moon
On a moonlit late night
I sat in the Cosmos Bar
In Bangkok, Thailand
Drinking drams of demented,
fermented dream dew
followed by one bourbon
one scotch and one beer
Twenty drinks too sober
Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming
of howling at the full moon
Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine-looking babes
Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions
When into the bar
Walked the most
beautifulwomen
In the Universe
So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive
I did not know what to do
As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar
In a skin-tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt
And finally, I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage
And walked up to her
And she looked at me
And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin
I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic
Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon
Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf
Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon.
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