Alone In The Shade

I wanna get paid
But I can’t get hired
I wanna get laid
But I’m just not desired
I’m growing dismayed
Frustrated and tired
I’m not making the grade
And I’m feeling more wired

I’m fed up with being played
I’d rather be inspired
It’s so much easier to evade
Let this anxiety be retired
They just aren’t swayed
Even after I enquired
They want me to fade
Has my luck finally expired?

Alone in the shade
Shaken and perspired
Execution stayed
But too late to be rewired
How do I persuade
While hopelessly mired
I thought I had it made
Now I don’t know what’s required

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Friday, March 10, 2017
4:04 a.m.

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Stubborn Young Fool

I’m so sorry you’re an idiot
I regret that you’re so dumb
Who cares about my identity?
What does it matter where I’m from?
It’s sad you just can’t handle
This inconvenient truth
Your candidate is garbage
Her losing is the proof

You asked a sincere question
How could she possibly be worse?
So I supplied the answer
And you began to curse
“Check your privilege, cis white male!”
A reply that made no sense
“I’m embarrassed that you’re a follower”
I didn’t know you were this dense

As I tried to explain
How I came to my position
You were seething in response
And made an impulsive decision
You refuse to listen to facts
That can never be refuted
She’s hurt people of colour
So many it can’t be disputed

In the end you revealed
You’re a stubborn young fool
Who just didn’t appreciate
Being taken to school
I was kind and supportive
And you were once the same
But when I noted her flaws
I was the one to blame

I wasn’t looking to fight
Or to sour your mood
I’ve always been respectful
This time, you were fucking rude
I will always remember
Your derisive scoff
So take your own advice
And kindly fuck off

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Monday, February 6, 2017
10:43 p.m.

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Wheels On The Road

Wheels on the road to redemption
“Look where you want to go,” they say
But I can’t see past all this blinding shit
It bulldozes through my wall of illusion
Forcing me to connect in the midst of escape

It’s a lonely path to an elusive reward
But I must persevere through the raging tears
Discarding the denial and embracing the truth
Shedding the hate for a cleaner skin

Wheels on the road to emancipation
Driving to the light while chained to guilt
A loosening grip as I take the wheel
And ride on through the pelting storm

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, November 27, 2016
9:45 p.m.

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Out Of The Ruins Of Endless Despair

Stabbed in the eye by your lustful stare
A violent awakening, an instant scare
You can smell the restoration in the air
Out of the ruins of endless despair

Jabbed in the heart by your penetrating flair
Squeezing so hard it pumps out everywhere
A painful release once impossible to share
Out of the ruins of endless despair

Grabbed in the moment with just seconds to spare
A thunderous reaction, a burgeoning pair
A softening resolve, a disappearing glare
Out of the ruins of endless despair

Nabbed by the living embodiment of care
A sophisticated vixen with flame-coloured hair
Escaping the shadows through a provocative dare
Out of the ruins of endless despair

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Friday, November 25, 2016
9:17 p.m.

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No Invitation For Peace

All good moods must be destroyed
All dark thoughts must be enjoyed
An army of lies have been deployed
The path of truth I will avoid

No room for love in this hostile place
No chance of escaping this confining space
Better get used to this relentless pace
Fear and self-loathing you will embrace

I’ve stopped competing with the ghosts of my success
I can’t measure up.  I’m failing to impress.
An insatiable appetite for constant stress
Counterfeit thinking you refuse to address

There’s a rage inside me that knows no bounds
I’m always at the mercy of its seductive sounds
A frenetic heart that pounds and pounds
A gruesome force that frightens and astounds

There is no hope for a liberating release
How I long for this internal torture to cease
Misplaced resentment continues to increase
No forthcoming invitation for peace

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Monday, July 18, 2016
6:24 p.m.

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Fragile Entanglements

It takes a while to notice your absence
A sure sign you’re truly missed
Confirmed your rejection with a single click
I guess I should be pissed

I don’t know the reason
There really was no warning
Should I feel dead inside?
What’s the protocol for mourning?

It’s not like we had a real connection
We only chatted once in a while
Those encounters were always pleasant
Unless I’ve been living in denial

But you’ve decided you’ve had enough
So I’m reaching for my tissues
Time to call back the therapist
And sort through all my issues

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, July 17, 2016
9:44 p.m.

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The Antidote

You murdered me with your eyes
A fog of indifference has lifted
As blue as the naked skies
The perception of self has shifted
A witness to transformation
An arbiter of powerful change
An undeniable confirmation
You’re attracted to the strange

Your surge of electricity
Has resurrected the dead
Harmonious synchronicity
This desire must be fed
Foreign emotions released
For the first time in years
Self-hatred has ceased
I’m no longer in arrears

Humbled by your strokes
I’m firmly in your clutches
There’s no need to coax
I succumb to your touches
Reduced to a hush
In the glow of detente
I still feel the rush
Oh, how your eyes do haunt

The breath of conquest
So confidently heaved
Incredibly impressed
With what you’ve achieved
The antidote to my disease
You could write a book
As seductive as the breeze
I was killed with one look

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
6:23 p.m.

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Choke On Your Legacy

I hear their horrific screams
I see their dampened faces
You’re responsible for their pain

You’ve crushed so many dreams
Obliterated their safest spaces
You’ve earned their disdain

An executioner in the sky
A barbarian with no remorse
You’re addicted to the hit

You live to watch them die
A proponent of excessive force
“Hope and change” was bullshit

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
12:24 a.m.

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American Gulag

It flies through the air
A living symbol of toxicity
A vulgar moment of rebellion
Hell has no elasticity
The names are all disappeared
Replaced with cold mathematics
Under the ever watchful eye
Of patrolling automatics

It hangs in the air
Like a floating death
You can feel the torment
In every hesitant breath
A bruise is a reminder
That the skin still feels
A sudden convulsion
At the sound of their heels

They never stop coming
There’s no humanity in this machine
No room for principles, either
So you mustn’t make a scene
Always armed for war
Hidden by an impenetrable shield
When you live in the darkness
The more violence you can wield

The first strike’s an announcement
“You will not resist”
They brutalize every part of you
The worst is the wrist
They constantly test you
To see how far you’ll bend
They demand complete submission
Then they’ll be your friend

You can’t demand your freedom
Without feeling their wrath
The stench of all these traumas
Along the beaten path
You distrust your vision
They dispute what you saw
Everything is lost
When cruelty is the law

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
12:03 a.m.

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The Arrogance Of Certainty

I have seen the future
My vision is crystal clear
You can trust my judgment
I swear on my whole career

When I make a pronouncement
You can take it to the bank
When I get it horribly wrong
You’ll have me to thank

But I don’t acknowledge errors
I just pretend they don’t exist
I keep on making predictions
I’ve lost count of what I’ve missed

What a glorious scam
Collecting all these bucks
Proclaiming stupid things
While running out of fucks

I don’t ever pay a price
My inanity is in demand
It’s easier to fake wisdom
I just made a hundred grand

It doesn’t really matter
That I don’t have a clue
Accountability is absent
In other words, fuck you

Despite always being wrong
My position is secure
Who cares about integrity
When my delusion is so pure

You can point out the con
I’m playing in the end
It won’t stop producers
From booking me on CNN

Buffoonery is their brand
It’s a comfortable fit
Wanna get your fill?
They broadcast hours of it

So I’ll continue to blather
As democracy turns to rust
My poor guesses prove
I’m so worthy of your trust

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, May 8, 2016
5:56 p.m.

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