Executive Vision For Dummies

A working definition
Of executive vision:
The courageous conviction
To make a decision
That's a nightmare for everyone.

You had an executive vision,
and my days were halloween:
Dress up and play professional.
But the road to awesome
Doesn't even have an exit at normal,

So stick it in your third eye.

The Other Side of Sensitivity

I have indeed seen the sheath, and the sharpener.
I am a woodsman of the board and the block.
What I mean is that I know right
Where I could put the knife,
But for the moment, I am too kind.

...Said the Metalhead to the Ponce Prince of Pop

Some fast and forceful words, I've wished unsung, unwrote, unsaid—
For their content, or who said them, or the paths down which they led—
But the bland, vanilla pabulum's the lesser by a mile.
A breakfast made without cracking an egg won't make me crack a smile.
That which is of value is by conflict always followed.
That which provokes interest, by definition, must provoke.
Are you too weak to survive the things that shock, annoy, appall?
The truly inoffensive is an insult to us all.

Take Me To Your Leader, Pt. 3

I'm not necessarily averse to having anyone
I'd just take exile long before everyone,
Before I'd mingle in a mangled menagerie, a human hive.
So instead, I sit, somehow hating and loving a life
On this colossal crumb of a planet where
Having headphones means never having to care.

Communications Are Down (a Poem-in-Dialog)

She said "you have to understand
That I only want what's best for you."
I said "I understand,
I just don't comprehend."
She said "it's easier for people to love you
When you act like other people do."
I said "it's only possible for me to love me
When I'm doing what I love."
She said "some of what you love is bad for you,"
and I said "life is bad for you.
It's just better than the alternatives."

Take Me To Your Leader, Pt. 2

I don't have a picture of you.

I don't even know what you look like.

I don't mean your face, your form,

That cheap car your mind drives

Because it can't afford anything better,

Needs to get around,

and doesn't have the gumption

To try a motorcycle.

I mean you you—

Not appearance, not performance—

Everything you can hide

For as long as it takes to see me,

For the time it takes until you need

To ask to be excused to leave.

Take Me To Your Leader

“We” are not vibing.

You and I are not “we.”

I don't bear the same stenciled markings,

Nor do I tell the same stock stories,

Of your irrelevant, injection-molded heroes.

I do not crave the life of a metronome.

You never had a ghost of my imagination,

and have long lost the ghost's tale of legend.

You hide yours, but I let the world see

My proud and foolish hypocrisy.

You lack even the courage

To explore your own cowardice.

I have, and treasure, it.