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

A Foundation for the Subdued: An Ethics Fable


Honesty

A hard notion to share

When you look at yourself

Even harder to square

When we have skill to discern others

We become adept when we look about

The trouble with this activity

When we peer within ourselves we tend to hideout

The fear of rejection

The worry of disquietude

The dismay of our failures

A foundation for the subdued

Clever is the Captain

Take the helm and lead

Using the Sextant to navigate

Never inclined to secede

The problems of holding back

We impede a possible instruction

Without others as an audience

We avoid finding any obstruction

The temerity of our influence

Upon the golden mean we impose

Whereupon lies the answer

In the delivery of what we chose

Break not away from truthfulness

Cast not your pearls before swine

But to this I will implore you

Be honest and draw a straight line

 


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 
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Am I a Patriot or Am I a Fool?


Am I a patriot or am I a fool?

For those of you 

Who bleed the red, white, and blue

History will show

The heart of a country has gone askew

Right and left

Pointing the finger across the aisle

The silent masters watch with their Cheshire Cat smile

Simply look to the historians

You’ll find the commonality

We once said In God we trust 

Now we argue over gender identity 

In the cult of persuasion

A party will make decrees

Are they ones that are vigilant?

Or ones that deceive?

We the people

Trained to expect less

Conditioning our serfdom

The real human game of chess

Orwell and Huxley

Visions of gloom

The war on humanity

Continues and resumes

Our liberty and freedoms

Are now shadows of the bicentennial past

Erosion of the social contract 

Poverty for the middle class

Failures of education

America’s economy under attack

The rise of the ignorant

Now becoming amnesiac’s

Don’t be seduced

As the government gives away

Other people’s money

Social engineering

The construct of our decay

There is no incentive

For a community that wants free things

Communism or Socialism 

Feed off a body politic pulling all the strings

Rewarding the nonproducer

 The lazy man’s dream

The lowest common denominator of our society

It may seem 

If you are caught in this dilemma

And this is unforeseen

A market system controlled by the state

Are you on the right side of history?

Or do you fall somewhere in between?

It’s not a loaded question

For those of you in doubt

Just look to the central banks

The evidence for our sellout
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This Lullaby Now Our Muse


The dreams that make us look within

Make us review an alternate life inside

How the could have been… can be?

Or how the what was… really is?

Perhaps a way to uncover the dissonance?

recalculate the outcome?

re-experience the burden?

The perplexity onion

A sleeping mind continues to exert

A dozing psyche still sings

Sometimes we remember

Sometimes we forget

If awakened by the chorus

If aroused by canticle

Tis then can the awakened mind act

And only then can we bestir an entrusted intention

In slumber we retire the body

Cognition doth not always fade

In nightmare we struggle and worry

In vision we discern

Up to us how we choose

This lullaby now our muse


DCG

Crossbones and Skull


The kindhearted people with words of callow

Trapped in their lexicon with limited use

See only the world

The lens inside of the hangman’s noose

The trouble with pain

The endurance of dispute

Poses their alternatives

Defines their repute

The teacher of heartache

The sting of the bee

Alters our sense

Reality

Resist the crash

Thirst for grace

Lift the spirit up

Not from the bottle

Nor from the cup

Our limitations of thought

Our limitations of mind

Imprisons our perception

Leaves us resigned

The embittered people

Take sight of their prey

Hawkish characters

Leads them astray

Clinging on to pain

Whining hearts left dull

Attend to the Victim

Crossbones and skull


DCG

At the End of the Day


So you think you’ve got it all figured out

You’ve taken all the classes

You’ve read all the books

Where does it leave you at the end of the day?

When your friends stop listening?

Are you angry? Were you led astray?

Why do you invest in this energy?

Are your neighbors alienated?

Are your children convinced?

Are their egos deflated and their transgressions rinsed?

Think you have the high moral ground?

Think you have the better view?

Better think again

There is always something new

The minute you think you have it right

The second you believe it’s true

Somebody else will break it up

Someone else will find some fault in you

God knows we try

God knows we want what’s right

God help us

Prideful children running blindly into the night

Don’t tread on me

Don’t make me concede

Don’t make me obey

Don’t make me Plead

I’m independent

Not into the group think

I think for myself

Am I on the brink?

So you think you’ve got it all figured out

You’ve taken all the classes

You’ve read all the books

Where does it leave you at the end of the day?

When your friends stop listening?

Are you angry? Were you led astray?

 

DCG