Spineless (Waste of Space).

To the guiltless, the gutless,

the spineless hiding in plain

sight, 

Don't walk the way if you

won't stand and fight,

Piece by piece declaring

slaughter not

war, 

Removal from breath, exterminate

the life sore, 

Waste of space, not worth

the effort to displace, 

So tuck that tale and leave

in disgrace, 

Never seemed to matter

anyway, 

Just another moment in

another day, 

Isn't that the spineless

way?

-END-

(C) D.C. Chapman

07/20/2013

Head Check.

So an asshole I am, really? For
giving a God Damn?
Or was it the fact that I could
see through the smoke screens and
called it a sham?

For listening to the little voice,
the one that matters and making
a choice?
Every day, to work and work,
toil that life away,
While you're out there with your
candy playing all day.

Was it because I came when you
called?
Or was it that I walked instead
of crawled?
Was it that I said I cared or that
I proved it in action instead
of word?

That I won't back down and
grovel, ignoring what's seen and
heard?
Don't be absurd, a spine is a
spine and I know perfectly well
just how to use mine.

So if an asshole is what I am,
then that is what it takes,
To call out your tweaking and twitching,
to bring to light the source of
your shakes,
To speak the truth and keep at
bay all the leeches and snakes.

In the end I pay my dues and
walk the talk,
So an asshole I am, but made
from different stalk...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/20/2013

The Denial Mechanism.

Narcotic psychosis driving
every word,
The inability to reason revealing
the absurd,

Those defenses never change,
Denial, attack, like a dog that
barks when sufficiently out of
range,
Just the same old exchange in
the wake of truth in
revelation,

You and your compulsion, your
constant agitation,
Denying just to deny because you
think it hides the truth,

In truth, your lost amid broken
chimes, voices in your head,
Ruining your body and sending your
mind back to its' youth,

Deny all you like, word is already
out and has been for a some
time,
The farther you fall, the higher
you have to climb...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/20/2013

Uncontroversy.

Controversy carries no
weight in the age
of controversial debauchery,
The dumbed down days of
teeny boppin' frenzy,
That's so damn trendy,
Switched up and tripped up
where everything's a symbol,
Its' all conceptual and
interchangeable,

No morals, no lines, just
sticky animalistic simplistic
insanity,
Childish, no humanity, just
plain infantile profanity,

So change it up because
that's the norm,
Gender, race, sex, creed,
just conceptual form,
Defeating counter culture
with meaningless
reform...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
7/10/2013

Must Be So Nice.

Must be so nice to be
so you,
To be so pure and be
so true,

Must be so nice to be
so neat,
To act so innocent, so
perfect and sweet,

So write it off like you're
never wrong,
Act like the victim; play
at being strong,

Point out faults, jab that
finger deep,
Must be so nice, whatever
helps you sleep...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/10/2013