The everyday man and woman 
The salt of the earth
The only question
Do you know your worth?
Even a pillar of the community
Will stumble and lose their way
Just look to our political debates
So many have gone astray
Do not feign virtue
It cannot be given or sold
It must be earned
Not only shown in the church, but also out on the street in the cold
Tribal community can be fickle
Many abundant colloquialisms found
Not rooted in truth
The loss of integrity abound
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DCG
I took a dive off the edge of a Dixie cup
Swam around inside and then I jumped out
Couldn’t find a place to lay down
So I sat and had a pout
Soon after the pouring rain
I wanna ride down the sidewalk gutter in my paper boat
Drifting on the rainwater, watch me sail and float
You might call me crazy
You might call me a fool
But even today physics can’t explain how a bumblebee flies
Knowing this do you still wanna ridicule?
We still don’t know when, why or how the great pyramid of Giza was built
NASA lost all of their telemetry data on our trip to the moon
Might as well have been made of cheese
Why are those who question authority labeled a loon? 
If you take the Covid vaccine
You will never get sick
Was it a vaccine or a bio- weapon?
What will the studies depict? 
The lies will never cease
People on the world stage
They are likely to spin their wicked tales
What do you care to wage?
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DCG
Eric Swalwell had a honey pot
So did Winnie the Pooh
I don’t know yet who is on the Epstein client list
But you’d probably suspect Tigger too
Thousands of pages withheld by the New York FBI
When will Pam and Kash release the files?
We will soon know why
This document dump declass
Will expose how deep the rabbit hole goes
Linked by many conspiracies together
All the way back to Director Comey the evidence shows
Follow the money
The daily DOGE
Follow the politicians
See the pop-up NGO’s
The criminal politicians
Sneak payments to their families
The public servant millionaires
Prove all of these conspiracies 
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DCG
My father once told me
“All you do is work and then you die“
He did not teach me about love
I don’t know the reason why
I grew up in a modest family
With little money and little love
I educated myself
And prayed to the Lord above
I write about what I think
I write about what I feel
Like a John-Boy Walton
The ethical onion skin is what I peel
The layers I shed before you
My readers will attest
The poems that resonate the most
Are the poems that are the best
This blogs tagline
“Reaching out to the world, one post at a time“
Has something for everyone
If you look, then you will find
The threads of our humanity
Interwoven and intertwined
We share the same biology
We are connected if we are aligned
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DCG
the ego must surrender
Before we can truly appreciate
The blessings that come before us
And the receptivity we communicate
The arguments we make
The scripts in our head
May often mislead us
From where we should be led
Most comedians will know
Humor that self-depreciates
Is widely accepted
They bypass any defense mechanism the audience would contemplate
Genuine gratitude
Is not the same as a gratuity paid
Much easier to transact a custom
Then transact an authentic feeling made
I wonder about the people
Impoverished emotionally
Alienated from humanity
Oh, what a travesty
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DCG
Heartache is strong motivation
I’m sure I can also say
The same relation goes with faulty expectation
It’s hard not to see it any other way 
What we learn that is if we learn
Is defined after the fact
The most memorable lessons
Are usually predicated: pain-packed
Pay attention
Take a hard look
Don’t repeat the mistake
Otherwise, it will become mistook
I need a connection
One in reality
“I am that I am“
Versus another chapter of metaphysics or epistemology
I need a connection
A covenant with honesty
One where I can dust off myself
When I trip over my stupidity
Emotional bruises
Last as long as we give them power
Take away the sun and Rain 
You take away the flower
On the other hand
In the process of struggle and growth, there is beauty
The Joseph Campbell heroes story
The 12 steps of the journey
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DCG
I’d like to think
I have value in my thought
But you must always recalibrate
The voices of opposition and the criticism that is brought
Not everyone is right
Not everyone is wrong
You must choose, which points are weak
And which points are strong
The pendulum swings
Hence the debate
Will judgment be early? 
Will forgiveness be late?
We are the arbiters  of atonement
Just how will we rectify?
When will we smile?
When will we cry?
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DCG
Homogeny is broken
No longer an American Dream
Infiltration breeds invasion
Borderless society the endgame that was foreseen
The patriots versus a well funded and coordinated invasion
Those who will not asymalate
Who will be the victors?
What will be our fate?
We are now in transition
A broken country in disarray
The American people are finding out about NGO‘s 
Just who is responsible, who will go and who will stay?
The time for full transparency is on us
Full disclosure is coming soon
I wonder what the American people will think?
The criminals just like the castaways of Gilligans Island will surely head for theLagoon
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DCG
Leverage
What’s the bargaining chip?
Put a hedge on your looks
Go ahead, take another sip
How deep will you dig?
How deep have you dug?
Burn your secrets to ashes
Now sweep it under the rug
If you trade your body for pleasure
Then why do you sometimes feel pain?
A bonfire of your vanity
The metaphoric flame
Take your 30 pieces of silver
What exactly did you gain?
The price for a life as a commodity
But who’s life will suffer in vain
It’s easier to avoid temptation
Then it is to resist it
If you bargain with the devil
You will never be able to fix it
Georgie boy Soros
Collected his 30 pieces
He sold out his own Jewish countrymen
Funded worldwide tyranny and see how his bank account increases
Gold diggers come in many forms
Who might extol their pound of flesh?
Who might forgive this folly of man?
Who might look in the mirror and refresh? 
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DCG
The collateral damage of loneliness
A tariff on the feelings we export
On what principle of this debt do we offend?
On what vice do we subjugate or report?
It’s one thing to know
That you are aware
It’s another thing to not know
As you silently stare
If we negotiate our values
To numb what we feel
What price will we pay?
At the altar of circumstance when we kneel?
“Eleanor Rigby
Died in a church and was buried alone with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved “
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DCG
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