Dealing with adversity
We have to play our hand
When do we fold?
When will we make a stand?
The development of our character
Is not readily given
It is forged through our trials
And for those who do not readily give in
Most parents want what is best for their children
Just how will they prepare?
What behaviors will they model?
Which stories will they share?
For events we cannot control
It may be time for a prayer
I’ve never loved anything more deeply
Than my children who are all now grown
I can only pray they remain safe
As I reach out now over the telephone
We are agents of our destiny
Do we manifest what is returned?
And if this is true
Than what have we earned?
If you kneel at the alter of your sin
And bow down to the path of your destruction
Than you must eventually face
A self imposed abduction
How many of us
Compromised our common sense?
Subdue our better judgement?
Just what side do you stand on the fense?
If and when you awake
A chance for change
Light eviscerates darkness
Forgiveness will always atone
The highest form of love
Is that we are never ever alone
My brother once told me
The universe will provide
To whom will we seek absolution?
From whom shall we hide?
Peel back the social veneers
You posit on media as real
Strip away these shiny objects
Aligning with how you want to feel
The picture of Dorian Grey
Is something most cannot see
It must be reconciled from within
Who wants to be a nobody?
Maybe an enhanced photo?
A status symbol revealed?
Boasting about a life event?
Not something you still want concealed
The problem is not what you show
The choices you make are yours
It defines much of your character
Just what happens behind closed doors?
When the pride in your belief
Is stronger than the truth
Come Hell or high-water
The survey might say you’re long in the tooth
We may often conflate the issue
When it comes to hand
Indefensible arguments made simple
So one can understand
Do not be fooled by deflection
The premise will always remain
Don’t tread down a path of false narratives
Not unlike Crossfire Hurricane
History will not be suppressed
The information always comes out
Those once protected
Will whimper silently or they will fight and shout
The plan to save the world
The deep state now under attack
The people can now see the criminals
And yes the Patriots will double-back!
Some may not understand me
I write fully awake
The sleeping giant is again upon us
The culture war is now at stake
When you vocalize your intention
People may also see
What behaviors you bring to the table
Just indeed how do you plea?
The pure of heart live by this etiquette
Aligning intention with action for there to be
An honorable connection
I think you would agree
It’s funny when you remember
Mistakes that you have made
Moments with your past loved ones
As time moves on they usually fade
But sometimes in a dream
The mind will reflect
Reviewing the old memories
You now seem to neglect
Awaking to what is here and now
Can benefit you greatly
Being mindful in the present
We can extinguish “What have you done for me lately?”
How do you measure?
The worth of a man?
Declare them if you can
Only the character
How they behave
What they did?
What they forgave?
Start with a conversation
That you have with your reflection
Look at the path you are on
Does if require course correction?
If we have no standard to live by
We become lost in our moral decay
Using slogans to stay hidden from others
Our sophistry now on display
The rules of our engagement
Will change from day to day
A special hell for those who are aware
An equal condemnation for the ignorant who betray
The temptation of misused ego
The lack of any self resolve
Will impune others to accountability
As our own souls indeed will devolve
It’s easier to blame society
Than to improve our own moral character
Some say that’s why we have laws
Some say that’s why we have a savior
The social justice warriors
Will often loudly protest
They see only the problems outside of them
What problems in their character will they profess?
The character of a social network
Begins with the character of the individual
Only for the pragmatic
This is a first principle
How you look upon the world
Gives you a prism for what you see
Only you must decide how to act
Only you must decide how to be
You’ll never really know
How and when your life is gonna change
Until you reach a point
That you’ll never be able to exchange
The actions we define
Living words of our poetic tale
Are told to us in memory
Remembered before our last exhale
If we continue to live a life
Without any self reflection
Ignoring any signs
That present themselves upon our inspection
Changing the course we set
Without any moral compass
Will likely result in the ambiguity
This misguided group is our alumnus