This Lullaby Now Our Muse

The dreams that make us look within

Make us review an alternate life inside

How the could have been… can be?

Or how the what was… really is?

Perhaps a way to uncover the dissonance?

recalculate the outcome?

re-experience the burden?

The perplexity onion

A sleeping mind continues to exert

A dozing psyche still sings

Sometimes we remember

Sometimes we forget

If awakened by the chorus

If aroused by canticle

Tis then can the awakened mind act

And only then can we bestir an entrusted intention

In slumber we retire the body

Cognition doth not always fade

In nightmare we struggle and worry

In vision we discern

Up to us how we choose

This lullaby now our muse


DCG

This Effervescent Sham

How can you tell

That the world is on fire?

If you can’t tell the rot-gut bottle

From the top shelf one that’s higher?

Why do we listen

To all the political hacks?

Have we never learned

From their past idiotic syntax?

Our relationships often fail

Quite often we do not learn

Find yet another similar situation

Find yet another one to burn

Hidden from a conscious effort

The duly noted quest

Distinguishable only by clear thought

In the muddied waters of the professed

We the human beings

Romp and trample about

To never learn from our failures

How can we possibly tout?

The braggart’s and peacock’s

Fumble themselves away

Never truly noticed

Despite the latest soiree

The talented one’s will see

This effervescent sham

What must they do?

If indeed they can?


DCG