The Road to Hell


The road to hell

Is often paved with good intent

Our miscalculations and prejudice

Weighs in on our consent

We say our belief

Is divinely inspired

Whether divinity or dogma

We continue with ways to conspire

To whomever we will give our praise

Our actions are mortally bound

Herein lies our salvation

As the eternal will never make a sound

We have perfecting philosophies for a reason

We are flawed and can only aspire to be divine

Yet our arrogance and our natures

Often distort what we think is benign

DCG

The Method of the Con


The Socratic method is under attack

We are less likely to debate

A flawed group think identity

That only wants to berate

When you emotionalize an argument

You diminish your ability to reason

The sophistry begins

As it is now open season

The Platonic dialogue Georgias

Philosophy is an art

Not the mere rhetoric

That is shown to fall apart

Today’s world is rapidly increasing

With the intellectually impoverished youth

An educational system collapsing

Under our failure to teach what is truth?

Debate should never be stifled

Our liberty to engage the critic must go on

Only the merit of logic

Will illuminate the method of the con

DCG

Be You of Conscious Mind


The moment before

You drift off to sleep

A memory comes to you

One that is buried deep

Memories often populate

And integrate with your dreams

Leaving with you a communiqué

To unravel the schemes

The mind has a way

To process the unrest

Perpetuating those feelings

You may have suppressed

A subconscious attempt

To resolve any dissonance

A conscious mindfulness

The conscription of imminence

Be you of conscious mind

Be you one to search your soul

I present to you

Our cognitive tool for quality control

DCG

Buddhist Monk Sits


Buddhist monk sits

In front of the Buddha effigy he meditates

Along comes a morally impoverished soul

Who spits on the effigy and does not hesitate

He looks at the monk

Awaiting for a reply

“You spit I pray” says the monk

Without turning a blind eye

The moral of this story

Those who try to spit at heaven

The spittle does not defile the target

But comes back down upon his own vile facial expression

DCG

My Reflections as a Younger Man


We are young

Open to the world before us

What opportunities do we recognize?

What do we find superfluous?

We test the waters

Sometimes we take a risk

Sometimes our reality check

Burns us to a crisp

In light of these facts

I’ve enjoyed these times even more

My reflections as a younger man

Seeking this life to explore

Never forget

This passion to live

In the decades that will pass

There will be much for us to forgive

Keep the fire burning

At the sight of our dusk

Surely the sun will rise again

Let not the heart turn to husk

Leave behind what is not useful

Live today as if it was your last

Like the memories of myself as a younger man

I loved having no qualms of my past

DCG

Or is it just Possible


Where is the accountability

If you think you have done no wrong?

Is it better to ignore our input rather than our need to belong?

Perhaps I beleaguer

Over the inconsequential?

Perhaps I easily consign to the mere existential?

Or is it just possible

I may wake and become a better me?

Manifesting a vast potential

If and only if I allow myself to see?

DCG