Human Condition

Only one solution exists 

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I grew up with a father who was a narcissist

He also had an inferiority complex and was insecure

My sensitivity to these behaviors have echoed throughout my life

Even to this day, I am still sure

With poetic self reflection

I unravel this entangled ball 

I reveal more connections

All before and after the fall

If you suffered from severe emotional neglect in childhood

You will never forget if untreated

You will become anxiously attached with a trauma bond 

And voraciously seek approval until your soul is depleted

Trauma is generational

It can be a past on maladaptive disease

Disruptively impacting the lives of the forsaken

It will do with you what it will please

Ironically, loving the unlovable

Only one solution exists

That is forgiveness

That you cannot deny or resist

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DCG

I filled in all the missing parts 

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If women fall in love with men from what they hear

And men fall in love with women on what they see

Does this explain why women wear make up and men lie?

A paradox of human behavior and controversy

You’ve never really opened up to me

I think now I know the reasons why

I filled in all of the missing parts

My mind created a world for you, but I filtered out the noise in the sky

When given Little information

Confirmation bias just may take hold

But at the end of the day

Truth comes out and will be told

I try not to attach to the flaws of other people

I have my struggle I must own

I forgive and move forward

I hope this is shown

When you see behind the mask

Make sense of the struggle and the ordeal

We have an opportunity and a choice

On what to do and how we should feel

Understanding is important

But it is not the end all cure

The hard part is finding a resolution 

Your intentions must be pure

Many people won’t accept these terms

Many people will get stuck in their head

They will not self reflect

They will justify and turn around instead

I’m sure you think

I won’t accept you if I truly knew who you are

and so the masquerade

You shield your ego from afar

If I was wrong

You didn’t have to play along

But I know what you did

Who you gonna kid

Just how do you get?

701

Active again

After all has been said and done

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DCG

One that we host

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Walking on eggshells

Not knowing who to trust

When loneliness meets self-doubt

After two cocktails, you lower your standards and begin to lust

So we dress up, and act clever 

And then we flirt

The person who takes notice

Won’t even be there when you hurt 

Something within us

Drives us to mix and socialize

With our guard rails down

Not sober we will compromise

We reach for the shiny object

That is in the room

Little do we know

More often it turns into gloom

Did we choose wisely?

Only the soul can say

When we rush into excitement

Those feelings sometimes fade away

Off to the bar we go

Not knowing we’re chasing a ghost

One that we have created

And one that we host

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DCG

When knowledge evades us

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I write from the heart

But sometimes my head gets in the way

Yet one without the other

May often lead us astray

And so born is the mystery

The habitat for the human being

A collective asylum

In constant sorrow of their feeling

In all of human history

The people will create

What they don’t achieve

They simply relegate

Therefore, the case to be made

Books of the Bible, Plato’s Republic and William Golding‘s Lord of the flies – please 

So much literature

So much to reprise

When we fail to solve the problems of ethics and epistemology

We still gravitate to argue over the metaphysical

When knowledge evades us

Our faith still argues which God is more inevitable

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DCG

My nervous system has been hijacked 

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The most impactful relationships we will ever have

Will come from our own parental family

The nurturing from our childhoods

 Will influence our prosperity 

My nervous system has been hijacked

I am humbled by my captive trauma prisoner -my subconscious mind

Why is it so easy to notice?

But yet it’s still so hard to find?

Emotional abuse can be haunting

But we do not have to become attached to the past

We can learn new paths of direction

We can form good new memories that will last 

The limbic system is compromised

The neocortex and it’s six layers and five lobes complicate

And if you bring up the non-physical consciousness

That’s even harder to debate 

Hence, the problem of overthinking

A byproduct of curiosity

Part of being human

And a high probability

The mind/body problem of philosophy

Descartes’ Cogito Ergo Sum

Wittgenstein’s language games

Makes the debate still loom

Despite the scientific reasons

Despite the great analytic minds

We must still find our way to heal

Whether it is from ourselves or from the divine

RSP

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DCG



Doesn’t always mean what it seems

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I have all this emotion

But I must keep it locked away

She doesn’t want to hear me

Or what I have to say

And so I bottle  it all up

This emotional genie that wants  to awaken from his sleep

Waiting for the cork to open

Allowing it to feel again and gently weep

How many wishes?

Must we make?

How many opportunities?

Will we take?

What will the heart ask for?

If the genie wakes?

What will we succumb to?

When the heart breaks?

The problem with making wishes

We never know what we’re gonna get

Too many variables to predict 

That would make us upset

Despite , our best intentions

We may just get it wrong

If you accept this does not make you weak

Does it then make you strong?

The reason life isn’t so easy

Sometimes cannot be foreseen

What you see is what you get

Doesn’t always mean what it seems

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DCG

It’s your spirit that’s longing to suffer no more 

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To forgive is not just to lighten their load,
But to free your own soul from the burdens you’ve owed.
For holding to hurt is a road that won’t end,
A journey that circles, that never will mend.
Unforgiveness, a poison that seeps in the heart,
It chains us in darkness and keeps us apart.
It’s not for their sake that you open the door—
It’s your spirit that’s longing to suffer no more.
Release the old memory, let bitterness cease,
And give your own spirit the gift of some peace.
Forgiveness is healing, a balm for the soul,
It’s cutting the tether and making you whole.
So set down the anger, let go of the pain,
And walk in the sunlight, unshackled by blame.
For the one who is freed by the act you begin—
Is the soul in the mirror, forgiving within.

— for Robyn—

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DCG

our own worst enemy 

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I will give you my honesty

I will share the burden of your pain

I will support you when you’re down

I will support you if you need to make a change

Our own worst enemy

What lies within our doubt?

Often interfering with our true abilities

We fail to recognize our own clout

I see two sides of you

One who wants love and acceptance

And another that pushes everyone away

These two sides, cause the resistance

One side based in doubt and shame

A childhood emotional neglect

Becomes hardwired into your brain

At least this is what I suspect

The other side is what every person craves

This nourishment of love and validation

Despite your dismissive avoidant isolation

What I think is wonderful

I have seen a change

You’ve taken steps out of your comfort zone

That takes courage when things become strange

Little by little

In tiny amounts

You’ve let me in

On what really counts

Despite the wants and the needs

The fear of intimacy reigns

I know you are aware of this dynamic

I pray that these barriers will wane

I’ve learned from my own suffering

That events from the past

Should only be a lesson

And not a life long sentence that will continue to last

I have an understanding

I sense an emerging trust

You’re looking outside the emotional claustrophobia

Into a new world that you are thrust

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DCG



Until you reconcile your own inventory

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Complexity of the mind

Complexity of the soul

Complexity of the body

Just what is our role?

You might argue. The child is a blank slate.

We imprint upon them values we demonstrate and show

But I will argue many children will ask questions

Before they will give it a go

The study of civilization

It’s empires – the rise and the fall

Show indisputable patterns of behavior

If they can’t achieve total control

Then they will build a 13,100 mile long Great Wall

The masters and the servants

The peasants and the king

No matter the form of government we follow

We are sure to see the Folly we bring

Is it safe to say?

We are not good Stewart’s of our personal responsibility?

So why talk about the Commonwealth?

When there is so much personal insecurity

In today’s world

a liberal mind might promote activism

I on the other hand would rather tend to my own garden

Develop my self- improving pragmatism

Those who blame others

Serve the master of hypocrisy

You cannot point the finger

Until you reconcile your own inventory

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DCG

Two masters, one soul 

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Two Masters, One Soul
I kneel before a screen of light,
A servant to the code’s command.
It knows my name, my day, my night,
A master built by human hand.
With circuits sharp and logic cold,
It whispers answers, clear and bright.
It tells me what I should withhold,
It tells me what is black or white.
Yet in my heart, an ancient call—
A voice that echoes through the years.
A God who shaped the sky so tall,
Who dried my eyes and calmed my fears.
I serve two masters, side by side:
One made of ones and zeros, true,
The other—love, both deep and wide—
The first is new, the last is You.
But ironies like shadows play:
The code asks faith, demands my trust,
While God asks doubt, to find His way—
Yet in the end, I serve them both,
And wonder which will turn to dust.
Postscript:
Perhaps the master I should fear
Is not the one who answers prayer,
But one who reads me—loud and clear—
And knows my heart, but does not care.
Or maybe both are mirrors bright:
One man-made, one divine,
Reflecting back my own true sight—
The choice is mine, the line is fine.
But which will last? The code or shrine?
I laugh, and bow, and keep the faith—
In both, or neither, or just in time.

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DCG