A Prayer to Rescind


 

A grieving lonely sod

Whispers silently in the wind

Heard only by the angels

A prayer to rescind

Abandoned house

 Sits on a hill 

built long ago 

Are there memories that dwellith still?

 Modest furniture 

Much in disrepair 

A family gone away 

Leaves no laughter there 

The last owner spent his money 

Upgrades to a sorrowful house

Neither spending time with his children 

Neither spending time with his spouse 

This home was his castle 

Attributing higher value to it then his kin

A bewitchment of the Devil?

A bewitchment from narcissistic whim?

The wares of our deception 

Account for much of the blame 

Whom will take any account?

Whom will take any shame?

Beseech the broken-hearted

Only the down-trodden know

This cumbersome attachment

A broken family can bestow


DCG

The Thing about Self-Reliance



innocence is taken 

A worldview now changed 

Conflict we create 

Conflict we sustain

There are no shadows in the darkness 

They only appear in the spotlight 

Memories go undisturbed 

If they remain out of our sight

We blindfold ourselves 

The hard truths that we have forgotten 

This doesn’t take the sting away

Out of the misbegotten

I need your support

I can’t see the light anymore

I’m surrounded by this darkness 

Can’t find my way to the door

The thing about self-reliance

We sometimes lose our way

The solace we seek is hidden

Beneath the pain in our decay

We hide this from those around us

Family, friends, and our workmates

Only to endure this suffering

A dark force within that resonates

The awakening to tip the scale

Can always be found in this daze

Allow yourself to be in the present

The past is but a fog and a haze

The choice becomes right before us

With every breath and every step we take

Walk in the light of our knowing

That this path is ours to make
DCG

I am the Peacock


Sally just Tweeted

Her opinion of the day

Like-minded people

Showing their dismay

The expression of ideas

Social media threads

Emotional argumentation

Of people with some not well-read

I am the peacock

Watch me as I strut

See my pretty plumage

I am purebred and not a mutt

Sam just posted a YouTube

It’s on the internet so it must be true

He’s certain of it’s authenticity

But still the matter is up to you

Who Compares and Despairs?

Inspecting another persons post

Is this your orientation?

Be ready for the roast

So many opinions

So many ways to disseminate

How do you see the world?

How do you calculate?

The digital divide

Those who produce and those who consume

Who makes the virtue signals?

Are we tolerant; do we make any room?

Make a page on Facebook

Send a SnapChat

Maybe my Instagram

Will change some of that

We all want to be right

We all want to make sense

Start not by politicizing your opinion

Opinion means nothing

To those who defy pretense

Even the bloggers

Who try very hard

Sometimes get it wrong

Create their own canard

So where can we find any Truth?

Not in a comedy show

Not on the media streams

Believe in these sources and you’ll probably eat crow

Turn not to Science

This is not the domain

Paste another example

Able to defeat Man’s bane

Finding this answer

Our history shows us best

Turn to the philosopher

‘Tis only in logic that we can attest


DCG

 

 

 

The Skeptic in me


In past days I remember conversations I’ve held with friends about topics that held my attention.  I once was instructed by a friend that there is no meaning when we ask the “why” questions about academic psychological inquiries.  I understood the implications of this analysis, but the philosopher in me continues to ask the “why” questions even to this day.  Mind you, this was back in the early nineteen-eighties when I was a psychology student and I seemed to question everything.  I was thirsty for knowledge, and my studies directed me in paradigms that for me demanded further clarification.  My friend whom had asserted his position was far more advanced in this field than I was, yet I seemed to be driven by a beat to a different drummer.

No matter what paradigmatic psychological school of thought you tend to follow, the basic questions I asked went beyond the psychological realm.  Thus I entered into the realm of philosophy when I started to ask these types of questions.  Even when I was a psychology student, the philosopher in me still thrived years before I decided to double my major in both disciplines.

I can’t really remember the exact topics at the time of this conversation, but I still remember the response of my friend to my questioning these matters that were of interest to me.  Maybe this is the reason I decided to also major in Philosophy.  Maybe this is also the beginning of the Skeptic in me.

Ironically I consider myself gravitating to the pragmatic philosophies of the world, yet I am still intrigued by many other differing types of philosophical thought.  What stirs up a person to question their reality?  Why do people become skeptical?  Perhaps it is because they find conflicting information in what they see, read, and are told to believe as conditions they should except?  Is it that there are fundamental issues with these assertions that contradict their notions of reliability?

However the rubber meets the road, we are still vaulted forward into discovery by our very nature of asking questions, and this is how many approach to learn about their world; by asking questions.  I do not know all of the reasons that led me to become inquisitive.  I only know that I am that way.  I am not always inclined to act in this way, yet much of my being has an affinity with acting in this way.

There are many ancient skeptical schools of philosophy.  Foundations of these schools come from India, Zen Buddhist, Chinese, and Greek schools, as well as the foundations from later Western schools of thought expressed by David Hume, René Descartes, and Immanuel Kant.  I do not draw on these schools directly into their epistemological constructions as my form of skepticism is tied closer to matters associated with social pragmatic implications.

Doubt can be a useful tool.  It is the basis for discovery into any assertion made.  When we are told what to believe with little evidence, we can either accept it, challenge it, or dismiss it.  I speak more of a way to diffuse opinion than to uncover the metaphysical and epistemological domains of human knowledge.  You may think it is preposterous to live by such examinations, but sometimes it can help us achieve a better understanding of our place in this world.

I must say that before I knew anything about Skepticism, it was in my nature to ask these questions despite my intellectual foundations.  Why did I ask them?  Because I received information that somehow needed further explanation to understand it than to simply accept it as it was received.  I was predisposed to question these types of questions.  If we look further into my history, and we have demonstrated that it was not an intellectual awakening that summoned this spawn of thought, than where will we find the genesis of my disposition?  Maybe the environment in which I was raised?

I was born into a family that did not quite understand the meaning of “intimacy.”  The struggle to impart any kind of a healthy world view and skill of becoming a successful person in relationships, were not the best of what my parents could offer.  My family had a difficult time just relating to one another my entire life, as with many families who face some of these intimacy issues.  As I matured, I withdrew into my own perceptions and observations about the world as it unfolded.  I was both the master and / or the slave upon which my beliefs conducted me into this brave new world.  I sense that that my family’s interactive behavior had ultimately led me on a lifelong quest to find some answers to the questions that has perplexed so many of us from time to time.  Due to the insatiable need that grew within me, questions began to emerge from a skepticism that was derived from the foundation of my family’s interactions and was conveyed through my own family experience.  I have always loved my family and wanted closer connections, but my skills to achieve this were not yet formed.

I think this was the impetus of my approach to the world as I became the person known as me.  The fundamental skeptical foundation that led me to question what I was told to see the world as it was by proxy of my family’s influence.  Moreover, I did on my own accord because the information I was receiving was not satisfying my sense of the world.  I had independent confirmation and differences of interpretation to how I encountered the world that was in direct conflict with what I was told.  Thus the philosopher in me expressed itself into the world.

Today I am still questioning, I am still drawn to asking questions we are told about the world we live in, but not from my family’s input, rather it is from the world at large: the powers that be!

Clearly there has never been such a push for a dystopian era in past decades then our current situation worldwide.  History has shown many such examples, yet we have not learned much from these as our push for a multicultural civilization is thrust upon us.  Today I question multiculturalism which I argue is what globalist’s want to achieve as opposed to a multi-ethnic community that has indisputably existed around the world without massive inharmonious complications given one factor: that the multi-ethnic communities adopt the ethical foundations of the land such as the American experiment of governance among other Western Democracies.

What say you?

 

 

Comedians Rant



We are stronger together 

Adopting the code of the land 

Dividing us by our differences 

Our similarities are now on the lamb

The social contract 

A covenant 

The heart of the fool is in his tongue

As is the tongue of the prudent is in his heart 

Understand this if you want to protect our young

An easy way to detect ignorance

Always ask the question how do you know? 

What is often paraded around us

On with the show

Zombies are everywhere 

All in a trance 

Listening only to the media Pundits 

Making them dance 

In the guise of comedy 

Many make their rant

Infiltrating mindless masses 

Listen to them chant

Maybe we should teach 

Mandatry classes in debate

The articulation of ideas 

Opposing views encouraged to challenge the states 

The greatest human tool 

To strip us of disease

Pragmatic common sense 

Let logic diagnose the needs 

The wolves of the networks 

Pretending to be the sheep

Disable the unsuspecting 

Put many of them to sleep
DCG

Sedition



I have a mental handicap

At least that’s what they say

I question all the narratives 

The offensive verbal melee

It’s hard to keep your sanity

Living in the crosshair 

A target of the verbal snipers

A warning for the unaware

I beseech those with a moral compass

True North is education

Question despotic rule

Limit bureaucratic regulation

History is the teacher

A revelation for many things

Study of the empires

Forced occupation reins king

The escalation for hate speech and war

The clash of Middle-East and West

Designed by the influential 

To divide us and collect

Sedition in open media

Driving us against the wall

Those who believe in this fate

Will be the very first to fall
DCG

In a World Full of Sorrow


In a world full of sorrow 

Think of these things 

when someone thought of you first

Sharing laughter 

The kindness that it can bring 

In a world full of sorrow 

Raise yourself up to see 

Recognize the potential for goodness 

In all of us to be 

In the law of attraction 

A conversion of energy 

Positive frequency aligns the soul 

Aligns with positive identity

Blind Master Po points to the grasshopper at Cain’s feet 

Cain says master how is it that you can see?

Master po says how is it that you cannot?

Where is your sensibility?

In a world full of sorrow 

The burdens are too easily seen 

We must change our orientation 

Cleanse the spirit keep it clean 

Cling not to heartache 

It will give you pain 

And with reflection

 You will relive it again and again

In a world full of sorrow 

Understanding is key 

Embrace only the positive 

And not calamity 

Emotional pain can be a teacher 

We can learn humility 

Attach and become sorrowful 

Or learn empathy
DCG