The Camouflage of Ego



The stories in my life

We reminisce driving down memory lane

The house we grew up in

Sometimes causes me bane

King of the neighborhood 

I command all that I survey

Once smoked pot at that guys house

Once had a girl in that one and got laid

We measure looking backwards on how we might have been

Nostalgia distorts reality

Think you have a perfect memory

Bet some friends will disagree

Funny how we paint

With broad strokes on our canvass

Memories that are more forgiving

Selecting ones that take fewer chances

So we continue to repeat

This remembrance now faded

Pointing to the parts

That we’ve embellished and paraded

This process we use

On how we express

Accurate or not

It’s not really what we’ve done, but rather how we confess

Master and commander 

Our pride on sentry

Telling our tales

In line with our gentry

Talk it up kids

Tell us of those deeds

The camouflage of ego

Will rarely ever concede

Echos from the Past



Discounted

Ashamed

The words you say to me

Direct anger and blame

How did we get here

An echo from the past

A culture of damaged ego’s

An echo that still lasts

Why does this pain attach itself

In a developmental chain

One that binds us to miscommunication 

Leaving an indelible stain

What is most disturbing 

In the miscommuniqué

The fact we do not see this

The emotional transactions that we pay

Take away the preconception

Take away the defensive beliefs 

Listen openly together

Diminish much of the grief

Have I lost all credibility?

Have I no valid point to make?

How do we break this cycle?

What is the cost it will take?

Blood is thicker than water

But in a tide of fallen tears

A diluted pool of sorrow

Separates those close to us who are near

A memory can bind us together

A memory can also enslave

How do we heal from the past

Must see the true forms outside of Plato’s cave

Pull back from the platitudes

This plants a harmful seed

Take ego out of the equation 

Maybe then we can proceed

Begin in the middle

Use the golden mean

Train ourselves to forgive

In what cannot be foreseen 
DCG

The Tenet that Compels



She said thank you with her smile

She said thank you with her eyes

We are best served with a generous grace

So it’s said amongst the wise

Luke 6:31

Make us think beyond ourselves

The ones that appreciate

The tenet that compels

He that’s selective in the judgements that he makes

May fail to see the good in others

And in the worst case scenario 

Will cast out against his brothers

If you look for the faults of people

You will surely find many to note

Surely the lessons of life will tell

This wasted time we devote

I ask myself a question

I often beg to differ

Why we subvert our values

A disguise on what we bicker

The popular and the fashionable

Are not what should be sought

Forever do we tally

For what is and for what is not

DCG

Turn your Back on the World



Name caller

Doubt caster

The things you claim to see

Are you pointing to something about yourself?

Or are you pointing the finger at me?

Don’t let your anger control you

Nor let the bitterness sink in

A life is not defined in a momentary glance

It’s what’s on the inside

It’s how we use what’s within

Turn up the heat

Put my feet to the fire

Are you the authority

To place your moral grounding higher?

Turn around 

And look at today

What was it for you

That made your fear and anger stay?

Was it in your past?

Spark a memory of defeat?

Turn your back on the world?

Hide behind the face of deceit?

How is it we fall?

The heart captured, sour and depleat

Are you getting any better?

Does it make your life complete?

The older I get

The less I know, the more I see

One idea comes to mind

I once thought other people thought like me

It’s attachment of negativity

The emotional articulation of pain

Results in the dimming of perception

The reflection of light in a mind that wanes

DCG

A Foundation for the Subdued: An Ethics Fable


Honesty

A hard notion to share

When you look at yourself

Even harder to square

When we have skill to discern others

We become adept when we look about

The trouble with this activity

When we peer within ourselves we tend to hideout

The fear of rejection

The worry of disquietude

The dismay of our failures

A foundation for the subdued

Clever is the Captain

Take the helm and lead

Using the Sextant to navigate

Never inclined to secede

The problems of holding back

We impede a possible instruction

Without others as an audience

We avoid finding any obstruction

The temerity of our influence

Upon the golden mean we impose

Whereupon lies the answer

In the delivery of what we chose

Break not away from truthfulness

Cast not your pearls before swine

But to this I will implore you

Be honest and draw a straight line

 


DCG

 

Lost in the Oak Barrel


 

A pitted cherry

Lost in the oak barrel

Picked at a ripe age

Now a life doused in peril

The beauty appears

Before our eyes

But after a life of drinking

Now a life to agonize

When you live with the bottle

The creature now that befalls him

The corruption of a soul

Much like JRR’s Gollum

Some people choose

To self-medicate

Unable to reach for the sky

Unable to levitate

Fall to the ground

Ashes to ashes-dust to dust

Grasping the soil

Can’t let go of this crutch

Me-thinks my smile

My body will seduce

I make no atonement’s

No longer a body can reproduce

The temptress awaits

The lonely heart is prey

Take heed ye Samaritans

To all she conveys

Wise book once told me

More flesh more worms

Consider the company

Consider the germs

From the cradle to the casket

What are the secrets we take to the grave?

Are you now thinking twice?

Have you asked a priest to be saved?


DCG

 

 

 

 

Chasing a Ghost



Chasing a ghost

Illusive to trap

Illusive to find

Too much clutter

In a shackled mind

The word soup of a poet

The word games the philosophers create

The scribes of the prophet

All trying to relate

Strip away all the distraction

All the misdirection to the root

Finding the truth about anything

Is a task with no absolute

A brilliant creature

Of all pedigree

Finds no liberation

From the puzzles of the psyche

Apparition of thought

In the light of the day

Paradox in motion

Watch the humans play

Misunderstood

Neglecting humanity’s calling

Too few have distilled the graces

The factor that prevents most of our falling

Chasing a ghost

The cause for a false positive

Another notch etched in the wood

Guess it’s just another prerogative 
DCG