A Pocketful of Tolerance and Heartache


An emotional cost is witnessed

The only return on the investment I made

‘Tis a pocketful of tolerance and heartache

‘Tis of this in which I have paid

I am not the ideal example

There is no pedestal for me

I try to live the best I can

But all I have to tell you is what I have to see

A struggle can be an opportunity

In struggle we can find our strengths

Sometimes the opportunity is lost

When we find too many imposing constraints

There are often unspoken assumptions

In the social presumptions we make

We tell ourselves that they are real

But we should test them to see if they are fake

How can we make sense out of the world?

We can’t even make sense out of our life

What is the cause of this frustration?

What is the cause of this strife?

Perhaps we take part in this deception

Perhaps we miscalculate our views

Place another one down the line of our query

Place another one in the back of the Que

Is there relativity in our observations?

Does the standard move from line to line?

Again from situation to situation?

Through the ethereal space or through those of us bound in time?

How do we decide this ethic?

Who gets to draw the lines?

How do we meet our standards?

When do we undermine?


DCG

The Children of a Lesser god



Preschool

Children laugh as they play together

They don’t care what color you are 

parents haven’t yet taught them this 

at what point are we going to far?

Gradeschool 

Circle of children ball in hand

The dodgeball hurts as the skin is bruised

The target for kids 

who at this age are amused

Middle school 

Competion is keen 

for the adolescent youth 

sport, intellect or artistry 

they seek to validate themselves by proof

High school

The social factor 

rules much of the day

The need to belong

leads many astray

The family unit 

the most influential thing 

what do we teach our children? 

What do you bring?

The children of a lesser god 

for whom do they play? 

Children of the lesser man 

we teach them what we say!
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The Confidence Game



In blind man’s bluff 

the confidence game we play 

the stake’s to be negotiated 

the consequences of what we say 

the deck of cards 

the wager we make 

our ability to deceive 

what is at stake? 

Self-interest is more dominant 

A trait associated with those of fame

I before thou

The rule often used

An effort we make with no shame

We justify our questionable actions 

we place ourselves out of view

a tactic that seems to work 

for a conscience without any review 

at times we must put faith in others 

at times we must be willing to take risks 

the day that the tables are turned 

the walk in these shoes will be brisk

You told me that you’re covered

 you told me that you’re OK 

I thought I’d seek out confirmation 

my expectation now validates my dismay 

you said things intending to appease me 

you said things only partially true 

when did the confidence game become more important?

and what am I to construe?
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Paint a Picture



The artist

The poet

The philosopher

The cheat

Create the landscape

Another politician takes another seat

A portrait is painted

Subject sits and waits

What the painter see’s is open for debate

A poet brings life to words

Bends them together with their skill

Bends them together with their will

Philosophers use logic

Ontology and ethics create arguments that they empart

They mold their reality

Closer to the heart

The cheaters

The liars

The unfortunate breed

Collectively misdirect the people

They employ the magician’s creed

For everyday average people

The most powerful tool we can use

The pragmatic use of common sense

Prevent those who wish to abuse 

Be wary of your judgements

Our information is incomplete

Deceiving others is unfortunate

Deceiving ourselves not realized is much more discreet

Media Puppets



Look who’s talking

I heard it on the news today
Geraldo Rivera the talking head

“OJ’s on parole” the newscasters say

Henley’s dirty laundry

More relevant even now

Everything has spin

False stories more than logic will allow

Is there any ethics in media?

Are these truly impoverished minds?

Telling us what to think?

Do they really inform us or do they keep us behind the blinds?

The failure to report

The people behind the scenes

The real crime of broadcasting

Tell us ohh journalists-tell us by all means

Show us the curtain

Show us the Wizard of Oz

Reject the current media puppets

Who tried to sell you the ” Santa Claus ”

Hold them accountable

Spotlight these egregious tube-heads who say

John Q. Public is not smart enough

From the begining to the end of the day
DCG

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

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The Dawn of Humanity’s Twilight


City is burning

Embers fall throughout the night

Burnt ashes of a homestead

Human flesh fertilizes soil after it sails through the air on its flight

Who has the authority?

Who has the right?

Machiavelli in The Prince

Endorsed it from his sight

The imposition of law

Governance to make things right

Can still manipulate the laws

 And still make us fight

As in a society

A military uses its might

So does a single person 

wronging another out of spite

An eye for an eye

The two wrongs that don’t make a right

Only love can conquer the world 

Not a soldier and his smite

Whosoever dwelith in this world

Look back and use your hindsight

If we continue on this path

Till be the dawn of humanity’s twilight
DCG