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

Appetites

Robin Williams’ –

King of the moon

The adventures of Baron Munchausen

Never satisfied, is it not just a case of a loon

Driven by compulsion

Addictive never ending need

Seduction of a captor

Blinded by the will to feed

The human condition

The pleasure principle

The wounded ego’s of the misguided children

Often become lost in the physical

DCG

Toxic Vibe

It’s really sad

And a little bit scary

A toxic vibe

That makes me weary

I’m often criticized

For the things that I say

It’s astonishing how much

Your expectations are in play

If you wanted to talk

Maybe you should have called me

Rather than point the finger

Which is precisely why I seem to be absentee

There is nothing wrong

With texting a few words

Expressing a concern

A calming visit from some hummingbirds

You seem to be projecting

Feelings that you believe

Are the only answers

You wish only to perceive

DCG

You’ll Continue to Tailspin

Sometimes I escape

Back into my dreams

Sleeping in the day

Better than living in a world that makes me want to scream

And so you start a routine

Whether you sleep or whether you drink

The result is still the same

Maybe it’s time to rethink

We become counterproductive

When the apathy settles in

If you take no action

You’ll continue to tailspin

DCG

And only Strive for the Ideal

Best not to give advice

Better to improve your own life

Who are we to pass judgment on others

We can barely manage to end our own strife

Sometimes I want to run away

Sometimes I want to run to you

Best to figure out what I’m running from

Than to bring it to your doorstep without any clue

We make choices

Our expectations are filled with our desire

If only we can catch a break?

If only we can acquire?

And so I ask myself the tough questions

I know I have to be real

I must live my life

And only strive for the ideal

DCG

Newton was an Alchemist

Newton was an alchemist

Co-created calculus, Newtonian mechanics, and gravity

A renown Freemason

The core of his philosophy

Funny how science changes

Hand in hand with political views

Publish or perish

If you don’t support what you read in the news

All of the heliocentrist’s

All of the Darwinian believers attack

Those who go against what they accept

The relentless ad hominem hacks

Scientism the new religion

The climate scientists sound off

Pedaling only the data points they cherry pick

That even the sun flares and sun spots scoff

NASA and project paperclip

Not that long after Admiral Byrd

His journal of Antártica and the treaties made

What indeed have we heard?

DCG

A Figment of my Reality

Some of my fondest memories

Are of you in my dreams

A figment of my reality

Only a representation it seems

Many can live out their fantasies

Because some may eventually come true

But if you fail to take action

Most of us will never see them through

I can at least entertain

The idea of what can be

What may come to fruition

What will come to pass we shall see

Sometimes we imagine people

Better than what they truly are

Our assessment makes truth into fiction

Unintentional liars caught with our hands in the cookie jar

DCG