More Synchronized Chaos Poems

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!


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
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

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

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

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

falling rain
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

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

Night scene with the Cthulhu monster with wings standing on the shore of a sea. 3D render.

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

“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


“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


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

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
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

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

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

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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