House of Cards



I’ve paid my debt 

My patience my coin

Taxed on the outcome 

My friend chaos I rejoin

How to replace the adversity we face?

Dissolution of our expectations 

The silent tears leave no trace

Disquietude is clear no songbirds do we hear

 
The grays dominate

The grays begin to appear

Misfortune is met with an unchanging mindset

A tailspin attached

Down an alley with no outlet

A house of cards

Built by a stack that is balanced and displayed

Won’t win the game from the suit and hand underneath that is played

If I had to wager

One thing is for sure

There is no certainty 

In the probably of a life

That is insecure

At the quantum level

Heraclitus was right

A metaphysics in flux

A human intuition to excite

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

Whom Among Us


It’s pretty tricky

This life that I lead

Haunted by the memories

Unforgiven for past misdeeds

I think it’s safe to assert

I am not alone

The honest disenchanted

And those who must atone

The mind will resist

All the internal pain

Faulty logic diverts from guilt

Faulty logic diverts from shame

The intolerable truth

That some may make claim

The sociopathic’s proclivity

On the affected one’s disdain

To face the world again

The twelve steps you take

Only save a few

From their self-imposed heartache

The fact to consider

The fact we can take away

The challenge for every heart to give of itself

And forgive each other st the end of the day

The complexity in life

Often exposes us to threats

Some we escape from

Some we may have regrets

Learning by trial and error

Mistakes will be made

Some sorrows will accumulate 

Some sorrows will fade

Before you cast your judgements

And all witness accounts are in

Whom among us will forgive?

Whom among us will begin?
DCG

Save Me


Sad Statue


Drama

Pain

Another addiction to tame

Live in a cage

Delinquent love

A child’s heart cannot mend

Without help from above

Save me

From myself

Heal this disposition

That makes me hate thyself

Save me

I’m lost in the dark

I’m closed off within

Don’t like to talk about

Just where I’ve been

Misunderstood

I can play the victim again

The lesson not learned

Continues to haunt you in the end

We all fight battles

Some we cannot win

Some bring us freedom

Some become the linchpin

War with yourself

A foe is not in our thoughts

When you face this truth

Beseech becomes besought

The sorrowful poet

Only empowers

What he gives cadence to

What words are on your altar?


DCG

The Currency of Shame



I have a problem

It’s hard for me to say

I keep it hidden from others

The currency of shame in my transactions I pay

The tradegy of friendship

That most of us don’t see

The misplaced attention

The divided loyalties

If we run in a circle

Chase a tiger by the tail

No point A, no point B

Lost on the trail

The dark angel sings

Another life turns down

Caught in a web

Sigh with a frown

We can be surrounded by people

Yet none of them know

The darker secrets

We do not show

Are you aware?

The impression you make?

Upon your peers?

For their sake?

A pale winters day

The leaves fall…

Dried and brown

Another season passes

Another opportunity to be found

I have a problem

It’s hard for me to say

I keep it hidden from others

The currency of shame in my transactions I pay

DCG

When the Soul Cries


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When the soul cries, our personal tolerance has weathered another trial.  I voice a deeper form of expression that is not just an ordinary form of bereavement, nor is it just another melancholy place or a despondent desolation that is common to many people dealing with a depressed state of mind; The cries of the soul are unique to each and every one of us because we all have different ways of dealing with this inner pain.  The human condition gives us an infinite number of examples in which we bring ourselves down to a primal form of mortification.  There are many reasons for the soul’s demarcation of this circumstance.  Every single human being has experienced something that they can all share among the community because we are all part of a feeling, emoting, thinking, people.  We are reactive beings.

When we do not receive the essential and fundamental communicative expressions of human needs from others, our inner selves want to burst out and scream to the world even if we close ourselves off and say or do nothing.  If you look closely enough, “we cannot not communicate.”  The first principle I learned in a speech communications class which profoundly changed my life was that we as humans are expressive and our inner selves will always show signs (even if it is the micro-expressions on our faces that many people do not notice).  This first principle deliberated by Paul Watzlawick (July 25, 1921 – March 31, 2007)  an Austrian-American family therapist, psychologist, communications theorist, and philosopher.  A theoretician in communication theory and radical constructivism, he commented in the fields of family therapy and general psychotherapy.  Watzlawick believed that people create their own suffering in the very act of trying to fix their emotional problems.  He was one of the most influential figures at the Mental Research Institute and lived and worked in Palo Alto, California.

One cannot not communicate: Every behavior is a form of communication. Because behavior does not have a counterpart (there is no anti-behavior), it is impossible not to communicate.  Even if communication is being avoided (such as the unconscious use of non-verbals or symptom strategy), that is a form of communication. “Symptom strategy” is ascribing our silence to something beyond our control and makes no communication impossible.  Examples of symptom strategy are sleepiness, headaches, and drunkenness.  Even facial expressions, digital communication, and being silent can be analyzed as communication by a receiver.

If we give credence to this principle, than I would like to direct the reader next to Abraham Maslow and his model of Human Hierarchy of Needs.

Abraham Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs
Abraham Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs
We are expressive creatures.  We create artistic expression and have a complex language that allows us to communicate in intricate ways.  Maslow contended that we cannot reach a higher level on the needs hierarchy if are lower needs are not being met.  It is my belief that when we do not have enough support in some of our psychological struggles, we will stir until we express ourselves in some way; a signal to the world that we are in some vexing situation that will lead us to cry out and emote this hardship.  Our cognitive skill in negotiating this dilemma is ours to take ownership of.  Sometimes we just cannot think or feel our way out of it.  The cognitive dissonance will drive us to emote a message.

We find many examples of expression through music and the arts.  Just some of the many instances where we can voice an inner dimension that can touch people on deeper levels.  We can see when the soul cries out in a blues song and when the soul sings rejoicing in a happy ephemeral moment!  Both polar dimensions that can have powerful expressive abilities but by in large they originate from the inner sanctions of the soul.

I use the soul as defined including our emotive expressive abilities along with our rational thinking abilities.  We cannot treat the human being on just the logical rationale because we are more than just rational beings.  We are feeling and expressive beings that have multi-variables in determining our conditioning and outcomes of behavior.

Each of us has an expressive nature that is determined by our level of skill in communicating the outcome.  It may seem that some of us are just quiet people who do not flex these expressive emotional and cognitive muscles which may seem true, but on deeper levels I theorize that we all have this expressive nature, and some are better at concealing it than others.  If Paul Watzlawick’s principle is true, than only people close to the less expressive people may be able to find their subtler forms of expressive communications.

 


When the soul cries

When the soul cries

The expressive nature of all

When the soul cries

Another gloomy day, another gloomy call

Money’s tight

It’s cold outside

Can’t pay my rent

Gotta swallow my pride

Broken romance

Can’t fix my car

Misunderstood relationships

Better wish on a shooting star

Chances are dim

If I keep on this path

Break my silence

Or face the wrath

Outta luck

Outta time

Forever in ruin

Brother can you spare a dime?

We all have needs

We all need hope

Faith and love

Gotta have these to cope

So if you see me

And I’m in despair

How will I tell you?

How will you care?

When we see what we want

We don’t see the whole

Only part of the picture

Only part of the soul

DCG