Am I Living out Wrath?

What if we protect ourselves from past pain

Replace the bad memories with false ones

Fake it and act out as another person we’d like to be

Am I one of those sons?

What if we could not handle the truth?

Get lost in a dream

Invent a world where we can live

Forever looking for a way to redeem

A simple example

The common confabulation

Our minds often rewrite

Such a simple relation

Not the way it happened

Not the way it is

We circle back years later

Trying to reconcile this nostalgic quiz

Maybe pride, maybe sloth or greed

Maybe lust, maybe gluttony or envy

I wonder which one I’ve fallen into?

I wonder which one is me?

Maybe my punishment is my hidden anger?

Am I living out wrath?

Have I become my own executioner?

Or is it the result of growing up with a psychopath?

DCG

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wallow in the Mire

Ask the right questions

Focus on the good

Knowing that you have been wronged

Won’t matter if this is understood

The best way forward

You must first find your stride

Following the affirmative

Let this be your guide

When you allow the cynical voices

To occupy your mind

You squelch any happiness

That you are willing if able to find

Wallow in the mire

Bespattered with wounded pith

If you remain there too long

A potential to overcome becomes myth

DCG

Asking questions that never fade

Deeply troubled child

Asking questions that never fade

Never fully brought out into the light

The kind of suffering that remains in the shade

Some children don’t feel love

Less than their sibling with needs

Some parents don’t know how to show

Some parents never know how to lead

Unresolved issues

Channeling trauma from the past

Interwoven into the present

Never knowing the root of the tears that they cast

Sometimes the child

Will grow into the man

But the inner child remains

Often playing hide and seek or catch me if you can

The age of the body

Does not mirror the age of the mind

Some experiences we have as a child

We never leave behind

DCG

The Rational and the Emotional

I’ve searched all of my life

To understand and rise above my pain

Studied Psychology and Philosophy

Seems like this pursuit is a never-ending campaign

I’ve made some progress though

I pray not to give up my hope

Some questions will never be answered

So I search for the best way to cope

A thinking persons disposition

May often find the vexation of their emotion

Difficult to separate from

The hurt which we attach to our devotion

The rational and the emotional

Are two very different creatures

Measures must be taken

So that either don’t become our keepers

To find a path

It is best to head down the middle

Much like the Buddha suggests

For us to solve this riddle

DCG

This is what I Advocate

My education was everything

It defined who I am

Three classes short of two degrees

My employer and girlfriend really didn’t give a damn

All I wanted growing up

Was love to nourish me

A family that could not respond

Co-dependent parents incapable of hearing my plea

So I wandered

But a childhood comes back to visit

Gets in your head and dreams

Haunting and inexplicit

Self-reliance a razors edge

Give up on just one person

Your own path

Is destined to worsen

Because of these things

I have stumbled along

But I never gave up

My spirit is humbled yet strong

Dust off the past

A new day awaits

Awaken the moxie

This is what I advocate

DCG

A Leap of Faith

Some children ask

If they are worthy of love

Only knowing the chasm felt

That the parents cannot dispose of

We are a complex people

Who fail to see the simple need

We perpetuate this problem

The one that we will often feed

Lonely is the night

Ambivalent child is awake

Numbing is the sensation

After the trembling heart shakes

Calming the soul

From the sound of a rotating fan

Brings peace to the child

Chasing away for a moment – the bogeyman

Dreams become nightmares

The sleeping child cannot fight

No one to turn to

In the dark or in the light

Child now adult

A life underway

Many lessons learned

Many in disarray

A leap of faith

He must convey

Despite diminishing returns

Of a brand new day

The recognition of good

Can be seen by all

The design of love

Heals all that fall

The greatest gift

That he can make

Love those around him

For everyone’s sake

DCG

A Prayer to Rescind

A grieving lonely sod

Whispers silently in the wind

Heard only by the angels

A prayer to rescind

Abandoned house

Sits on a hill

built long ago

Are there memories that dwellith still?

Modest furniture

Much in disrepair

A family gone away

Leaves no laughter there

The last owner spent his money

Upgrades to a sorrowful house

Neither spending time with his children

Neither spending time with his spouse

This home was his castle

Attributing higher value to it then his kin

A bewitchment of the Devil?

A bewitchment from narcissistic whim?

The wares of our deception

Account for much of the blame

Whom will take any account?

Whom will take any shame?

Beseech the broken-hearted

Only the down-trodden know

This cumbersome attachment

A broken family can bestow


DCG