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

Children of the Unforsaken



Born into chaos

A mind will gravitate

The faulty learning examples

Often leads to one’s checkmate

Things we find about ourselves

We also find in others

The case can be made

If you look at your sisters and look to your brothers

The captive soul

Can be impoverished by degrees

It’s up to the owner

To make it better – if you please

A wandering spirit 

With no direction

Is victim to what’s going down

Cannot seem to make the changes

Cannot seem to turn itself around

The journey is hard enough

The children

The unforsaken

The tragedy of an ancestry

Lamenting on the road most taken

Futile is the ethic

The thinking mans yearn

Sometimes in this world

Some only want to just watch it burn
DCG

The Children of a Lesser god



Preschool

Children laugh as they play together

They don’t care what color you are 

parents haven’t yet taught them this 

at what point are we going to far?

Gradeschool 

Circle of children ball in hand

The dodgeball hurts as the skin is bruised

The target for kids 

who at this age are amused

Middle school 

Competion is keen 

for the adolescent youth 

sport, intellect or artistry 

they seek to validate themselves by proof

High school

The social factor 

rules much of the day

The need to belong

leads many astray

The family unit 

the most influential thing 

what do we teach our children? 

What do you bring?

The children of a lesser god 

for whom do they play? 

Children of the lesser man 

we teach them what we say!
DCG

The Dawn of Humanity’s Twilight


City is burning

Embers fall throughout the night

Burnt ashes of a homestead

Human flesh fertilizes soil after it sails through the air on its flight

Who has the authority?

Who has the right?

Machiavelli in The Prince

Endorsed it from his sight

The imposition of law

Governance to make things right

Can still manipulate the laws

 And still make us fight

As in a society

A military uses its might

So does a single person 

wronging another out of spite

An eye for an eye

The two wrongs that don’t make a right

Only love can conquer the world 

Not a soldier and his smite

Whosoever dwelith in this world

Look back and use your hindsight

If we continue on this path

Till be the dawn of humanity’s twilight
DCG

Divide and Conquer 



Johnny can’t read

Sister Eve is autistic

Growing up with entitlements 

Have we now become masochistic?

Put a stop to these despots

Before we fall too far under control

Remember Orwell’s boot in the face

Was also on his patrol

Weaponized society

With anger and fear

Inequality and biogotry as the narrative

Logic soon disappears

Listen to the liars

Over and over again

Repeating begats believing

Adults like children

Continue to pretend

The trouble with a population

That will be torn up from within

If you continue to fight amongst each other

How soon the end will begin

Beat up ourselves

Not knowing the Masters pulling the strings

So keep your eyes on the ball

Do not fight over nonsensical things

Ask a Buddhist 

How to be clear

They will give you an eight fold path

One that is real- one that is sincere

Ask a Scientologist

How to be clear

They will give you a lifelong membership

With the price tag only a cult member will endear

The feeble minded members

The majority of the masses

The weakest link of the chain

In the chain of all the classes

Daddy please tell me

Did you fight for liberty?

No little girl

I fought for climate change and the Paris agreement

I spent all my time in this tirelessly

Nonsense is nonsense

To not see is foolish, I’d hope you’d agree

The corruption of public office

Our forefathers did foresee

DCG

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