Who will profess?

L Ron Hubbard

Scientology

The cult of persuasion

Similar to the Democratic Party

A pseudo religion is created

Not unlike tactics used by the far left

Designed to separate by divisions

Only way to escape is to put the logic to test

Many years are taken

Many dollars are spent

For you to advance and learn secrets

A billion year contract that you must consent

A party in power

May leverage their doctrines at all cost

Preachings from the righteous

With no debate our liberties are lost

Promises of creating a new humanity

An indoctrination nonetheless

Who will dismiss?

Who will profess?

DCG

Mother May I

Mother may I tell you

All is not lost

We grapple with life lessons

Through the summers and through the winter’s frost

Your understanding of the world

Is far away from mine

But I want to tell you

I’ve learned these things that are truly fine

From you I’ve learned about compassion

Something that is rare and distinguished

Building up moral character

In each his own is unique and I shall never relinquish

You’ve taught me about spirituality

That so many today do not share

I am now more conscious

Of a willingness for my soul to bare

Some may become deeply conflicted

Some may succumb to internal and external force

The echos in my head of you

Helps me determine what I should endorse

I may not tell you as much as I should

But I am here now to say

Mother may I tell you

I was blessed and this is what I convey

DCG

With a lack of courage we acquiesce

The culture war has taken casualties

The polarization begets the tribal identity

When adults emerge as adolescents

They adopt the bully proclivity

Educated people

No longer freely think

Standing on the partisan line

Espousing talking points written in the party ink

Much like a cult

This tribe shuts down the mind

That questions any divergent motives

Of any differing kind

Analogous to an invasion

The body snatchers improvise

With mob rule pravado

Those against them they disenfranchise

The child on the playground is bullied

The adult in the world also confess

Not much changes

With a lack of courage we acquiesce

Only logic, reason and ethics

Can combat the folly at play

Debate must be encouraged

If we intend to square this away

DCG

Are we not compromised?

 

Are we not compromised?

Can our reasoning be corrupt?

Can we hold politicians accountable?

Only if we can interrupt?

An entitlement class

The collective Socialist dream

Producers in a society produce

While those who only take is a right that they deem

The inflated ego

Exempt themselves from the law

Self interest the temptation

They manifest their own moral downfall

The accolades of celebrity

The seduction of mass delusion

The “no fault of mine” bubble

Is the result of their conclusion

Colonization and Conquest

Human history full of account

Rockefeller and Rothschild

Sermon on the mount

The divine laws have spoken

The corruptible experiments of man

Which ones will we follow?

Which ones will we ban?

DCG

The Ambivalent Case of Absurdity

The ambivalent case of absurdity

We all have our crosses to bare

The misanthrope projects their grievances

The forsaken rarely take time to share

We define our intentions

From our works in our making

Little do we contemplate

The unforeseen events we are mistaking

The arrogant dismiss the self evident

The prudent chart a course more true

Yet neither can claim any authority over

All events in what they purview

The individualist sacrifices his liberty

A culture war in the collective askew

Take leave the dearly departed

The disenfranchised exclaim “adieu“

The theater of the body politic

The masks we wear make their debut

Scarce are those who will triumph

An accomplishment for only a few

DCG

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

It’s a bitter pill to swallow

My Johari window is open for me to see

A glimpse of my reality

What are the chances I will change how I’ll be?

It’s hard to perceive your self correctly

In the shadow of your own ego

The defenses we erect to protect us

Are hidden deep and will seldom ever show

Personal objectivity is a utopian concept

Yet it is still a celebrated goal

It takes great effort and great discipline

For us to master the soul

The commoner or the sage

All have fortuitous opportunities

Align with what you value

Align with no disunities

Authenticity carries heavy weight

How we act is subject to review

To improve upon your character

Is clearly something we should pursue

DCG

If you take out Identity Politics

If you take out identity politics

From the Democratic Party of the USA

What doctrines are you left with?

What policies are left that will stay?

Not Critical Race Theory

Not project 1619

Not systemic racism

There is no other policy that can be seen

If you can’t win an argument

Historians will rewrite our history

Turn us against each other

It is only this chaos they want you to see

A party is morally bankrupt

The flawed reasoning of deep decay

How many are willing to ask questions?

It is really not for me to say

Beware the voices in media

Where biased opinion is sold

Up for the highest bidder

Little truth will be told

The youth who adopt this philosophy

Taught by our corrupted teachers of today

Are seduced by the same tribalism

That is leading them all astray

Self-Reflection

Self-Reflection

The razors edge

To better myself

I’ve made this pledge

The search to improve myself

On the lessons of my life lived

Can benefit me

On the perspective that it gives

Yet I’m chasing a ghost

When I dwell on the past

I no longer serve myself

As the cost is vast

You heal from wounds

Not by attaching to the grief

Reliving a memory over and over again

There is no relief

One must move forward

I must create a new me

Build upon a new foundation

On how I intend to be

DCG

If I differ you will Lambast

My reasoning is compromised

I’ve lost my common sense

I seldom think for myself

My feckless education is my defense

Born into the nanny State

With no incentive to earn

I’m persuaded by others

To feel the Bern

We are not individuals

We must join the collective

Some people tell me this is wrong

Just what is the objective?

You control a population

The cult of a demography

That seduces your perception

Subverting your advocacy

If I don’t adopt this philosophy

I just may be an outcast

Who are you to tell me?

If I differ you will lambast

DCG

The court of suffering

Be thankful for your blessings

It does not matter who you are

The further we distance ourselves from happiness

The less we notice just indeed how far

A captive trance

Will take over our perception

It deceptively steals our senses

A rational mind is now in defection

Too often our hearts and minds stray

Too often we focus on our hurt

Why not rejoice for the positive?

Why do we not avert?

It is not our natural behavior

Therefore I think it is learned

If we put this into practice

Than the court of suffering is now adjourned

DCG