Thus On with the Quest

What goes up must come down

Why don’t the astronauts in low orbit

Never see the world

Spin round and round?

What is the purpose?

What is the aim?

Why does NASA only use a fisheye lens?

Photoshop is just a game

Show me the curvature?

The proofs you provide I can falsify

And when I see clouds behind the sun

These are pictures and videos that do not lie

The moon is in tidal lock

And we never see it rotate

Yet every object in the sky is spherical

And so goes the debate

Gravity from a Free Mason

Yet he was an Alchemist on his behest

Why adopt just one?

Thus on with the quest

You may scorn and scoff

Scientism a religion at best

I continue to ask questions

You continue to blindly follow the rest

DCG

If you only knew

If you only knew

How my heart is open

If you only knew

To heal a heart that was broken

Maybe you can see

How to open your heart to me

I will show you and I will be

A loving and caring devotee

I’ve had to hold back

You’ve had to wonder why

Our paths have crossed

And so I clarify

I’m not like the others

I don’t defy your ambition

I seek only to court you

With your permission

The past is the past

We are now in transition

Follow your heart

For this is my submission

DCG

Isn’t it so, isn’t it so

Vendredi, Septembre 19, 1986

I remember that feeling

Its been captured again

Thought I never see that day

When I’d (pause) miss you my friend

It’s those pictures in the album where I escape to

Now and then

Have you felt a strong attraction

For that someone you don’t know

The kind of genuine feeling that you certainly couldn’t show

Think of all those reasons people who’d be surprised

Isn’t it so….isn’t it so

DCG

Dangerous Symptoms

Dimanche, Mars 23, 1986

Dangerous Symptoms

I remember when the young mind plays

Those who denied themselves the reality of it’s harm

Lay susceptible to the appellation: Fool

So alarmed can one be

By the descriptive adolescent’s charm

Induced pressure and anxiety

Huh – what is really different about the society – Post adolescent adult farm

The parallels of life

Often noticed and pointed outl

Can be seen in several different forms

And of those we should talk about

But we can’t escape the personality

Before we confront and inform our rights

Beyond this one must choose above inclination

And decide the questionable plight

DCG

Hope

Samedi, Mars 22, 1986

Hope

Its when I feel like crying

And the pain seems so intense

That in the moment of unpleasant sorrow

I get a vivid glimpse

As I begin to focus upon

The different troubling themes

I notice subtle changes in my thoughts

My heart un-expectantly unforeseen

I honestly praise the being who created me

Thank you for all thou has gives to thee

Inspiration has saturated this thing I call my soul

Constructive and prosperous ways now take their stand their toll

It’s only now that I understand

They’ve always been in hand

Left to mull over my newborn dreams

I find a stint of untouched responsibility

And that of which I found to be a kindly bit too lean

Nay be I cast into fret nor fear

I find ever valued strength to pursue this challenging path I steer

I step into consciousness

Devouring pride with graceful speed

Absorbing memories

I look to the present

Embellished in time

It’s a pleasure to seek wisdom

In which the pleasure is mine

DCG

Am I Living out Wrath?

What if we protect ourselves from past pain

Replace the bad memories with false ones

Fake it and act out as another person we’d like to be

Am I one of those sons?

What if we could not handle the truth?

Get lost in a dream

Invent a world where we can live

Forever looking for a way to redeem

A simple example

The common confabulation

Our minds often rewrite

Such a simple relation

Not the way it happened

Not the way it is

We circle back years later

Trying to reconcile this nostalgic quiz

Maybe pride, maybe sloth or greed

Maybe lust, maybe gluttony or envy

I wonder which one I’ve fallen into?

I wonder which one is me?

Maybe my punishment is my hidden anger?

Am I living out wrath?

Have I become my own executioner?

Or is it the result of growing up with a psychopath?

DCG