Poetry by Ian Rand McKenzie

Silly Rhymes and Writing Good Times


I believe many things
And I know a lot less
I believe my mood swings
I know I suffer from stress

I believe the Earth is a sphere
I know I don't care
I believe we act from places of fear
But I know love is there

I believe one day we'll find our way
I know that facing fear leads to loving
I believe love is here to stay
Despite all our pushing and shoving

I believe many things
And I know a lot less
But if I believe in loving things
My knowledge, God will bless

Yet, I don't believe in God, not really
...unless love is God
Go ahead, call me silly
A foolish, sad sod

I believe what I believe
And act on what I know
Keeping my beliefs on my sleeve
And rain or drought, reap what I sow

I believe many things
And I know a lot less
No matter what your heart sings
Knowledge isn't what your ego will confess

Highway in Hell

Some say there's danger
On the highway to hell
My story is much stranger
As you'll soon know well

For my highway wasn't to fiery pits
The fiery pits were already there
See, I was bringing my kits
To a sulfuric demon, my wits beware

This demon could snap my neck with two flicks
But, I have what I now know
Would save me from his tricks
It's to stroke his ego

So equipped on my person
Woven words that would end
Harm coming to fruition
By singing demonic legend

So at a crossroads in hell
I made a deal with a demon
And now, forever I'll be well
Life is light, and words are my beacon

Politics is Cringe

I've gotten pretty sick
Of all this politic
We all seem to fight
Over black and white

Why doesn't anyone say
That the world is mostly gray
The real red pill is found
In finding a middleground

Nobody will ever hope
For a slippery slope
All we need is to release
The idea of covering the slope with grease

They say we'll suffer the communist
That we're already suffering the capitalist
I've got an idea for you
It's that both are true

When we think in such extremes
We'll surely find the means
To endless self destruction
Away from equality's construction


Do you know what I like the most?
Simply jam and toast
But when it is on sale
I like fried eggs and kale

I'm also gonna be real
I do enjoy cereal
Whether it's granola made by a hipster
Or sugars from a chocolate monster

And every once in a while
I'll have brunch with a smile
I will not have my fill yet
Until my hearty breakfast skillet

And maybe once a year
I'll have my breakfast with morning beer
With breakfast, anything is possible
Like salty caramel with grapes and apple

But with breakfast, I will never sing
Because it's usually missing one thing
That fact remains true
I'd rather just have breakfast with you

The Coalition

There was once a group with ambition
That called themselves a coalition
They set out to make a name
To earn fortune and fame

Residing in a place
Where toxicity was the race
They embraced the venom
To create their phenom

Exploiting children was their game
To earn the majority of their fame
With their methods revealed
Their infamy unveiled

It seems that people want you out
When you exploit children for all your clout
Forgetting the victims of these crimes
We put them through perilous times

We hate the name they take on
Rather than the leaders of the con
We persecute the victims
Attack the symptoms

We failed to attack the cause
That violate our basic laws
Of human decency and kindness
So, let's cure our blindness

And track down the leaders
I call upon you, readers
Destroy the coalition's clout
From this place, get them out

How to do this, you ask?
It's a very simple task
Like any pyramid scheme
Its recruits are its monetary dream

Without children to exploit
They're as bankrupt as Detroit
We must take these children in
Tell them the coalition is a sin

Like any war, it's not about forces
It's about control of resources
For the children, the world we must carve
Together, the coalition will starve

Wolf Totem

Praise this little totem
It would have saved my life
These killers, I loathe 'em
Putting these wolves through strife

Praise this little totem
Why was it them, instead of you?
I'm trying to find pieces of meaning
But I'm finding very few

This totem could have saved me
But it had to be you
My loyal, loving wolf
Blades slashing your sinew

Those heartless killers
They attacked you instead of me
They knew my love was with you
And not my money

They were not thieving riches
They were thieving my soul
Bless this little totem
It is now yours, as I pay death's toll

World Down

Imagine the world being down
Making you feel like a clown
Refreshing your sight
To see if it might…

…return to normal
To be back in view
From what was horrible
Into what you knew

Maybe it will never return
At least, not the same way
Maybe it'll burn
That's what doomsayers say

But, why listen to them?
They're absolutely no fun
Their thoughts amount to phlegm
Their spitting is never done

But, return it will
All in due course
So, for now, get your fill
Call a friend, water a plant, ride a horse

Do whatever you need
To make you feel whole
For when the world returns
It will need your full soul

Goodnight Sweet

Goodnight my sweet
How I love giving heat
To your pretty cold hands
Cold as ocean sands

Goodnight my sweet
I love how you heat
My cold, empty soul
Making it whole

Goodnight my sweet
How I'm glad we did meet
And meet, we will again
When the rooster crows to the hen

The Crystal Forest

At the edge of the crystal forest
Lies a lonely stable
Within it, a chest
Its contents for those who are able

The forest is unnatural
So would say man
Yet, these beings made this mural
It was their own plan

A rite of passage
For these hairless apes
To show their wise age
To forgo pillage and rapes

To place a crystal
Is to evolve into old
Into an individual
Instead of what you're told

At the edge of the crystal forest
You will become someone new
So lay your rage to rest
And join the peaceful few

Playing with Food

What do I want to eat?
Some vegetables or some meat?

If I were a nudist, what would I want for food?
Whatever it may be, I would surely eat it in the nude.

And if I were a conscientious vampire thirsting for blood,
I would drain a hog that I wrestled in the mud.

But, alas, I am not a nudist vampire wrestling a pig.
Perhaps I'll just have some cheese and nuts with a fig.
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