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

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

Enrich a life to Survive


Ethics should have a deep root

In everything that we do

Our treatment of other people

Of ourselves

And of politics too

We have all been wronged

But there are many who don’t know why

Disassociate from yourself and others

The amoral have no need to lie

What happened to our culture and people?

A devil’s ego that lives within

Excludes themselves from others morality

This herein lies the sin

A destruction of family and values

An educational system designed to fail

America’s literacy rate of 17 percent

The proof in the pudding of this tale

The greatest threat to western society

When migrants do not assimilate

If they care not of liberty yet demand equality

There defines the cultural checkmate

So if these words reach you

Keep our values alive

Educate and teach to others

Enrich a life to survive

DCG

The Wares of our Deception


Abandoned house

Sits on a hill

Built long ago

Are there memories that dwelleth still?

Modest furniture

Much in disrepair

A family gone away

Leaves no laughter there

An owner spent money

Upgrades to a sorrowful house

Neither spending time with the children

Neither spending time with the spouse

This house was his castle

Attributing higher value to it than his kin

A bewitchment of the devil?

The misguided instruction from narcissistic whim?

The wares of our deception

Account for much of the blame

Whom will take any account?

Whom will take any shame?

DCG

Confabulation


I wanted to think clearly

A time I was less confused

Some moments I see vividly

Whereas others I have excused

The trouble with my memory

I’m not sure if I have the right take

What were the predisposed factors?

What are the presumptions we make?

Fill in parts of what we know now

File away under a current change of view

How will I ever really know?

There is no one else to interview

Is it really worth the effort?

Will my reality be forever changed?

Will I become more self-aware?

Or will I always be estranged?

I try not to confabulate

I try to sift out erroneous thought

This is important for me

I try hard not to be lost

DCG

My Indignation


Blinded by lust

Blinded by the misplaced trust

Blinded by my human frailty

I’ve awakened my disgust

Come to terms with my past

I shall not be so easily deceived

I struggle to move on

As I am still bereaved

My indignation

Not such a bad thing

I look to myself

What do I bring?

Cast away my mistakes

Learn from lessons I observe

Make my adjustments

It’s all about what I preserve?

DCG

Your Bona Fides should Represent


We may find out as children

When parents can lead us astray

They tell us how the world works

Until we find out the error of their ways

I am told many things about the world

With little evidence, faulty reasoning and bias not far behind

Despite ignorance and poor role modeling

We must still search for a truth that we can find

We are an agency in the population

There are many challenges we meet with resistance

Our own accounting

Our own insistence

If you speak out and criticize

Your bona fides should represent

Something to backup your claims

Something to ground your intent

Too many times we are not cogent

Not in thought, not in mind

Often we may say things

But oh so maligned

DCG