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
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?
Ethics should have a deep root
In everything that we do
Our treatment of other people
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
Sits on a hill
Built long ago
Are there memories that dwelleth still?
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?
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
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
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?
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