Or is it just Possible


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?

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

The ambivalence of affection


If you act with reason

Generous acts can never be misplaced

Love is never wasted

Love cannot be debased

The failure of recognition

If only one in seventy-seven see

A change in the culture

A change in the apogee

A resource of human potential

Escaping many only actualized by the few

Love will permeate conflict

Those who love know this is true

Love has no expectation

That many fail to comprehend

Their understanding is divided

They fail to apprehend

The world needs practitioners

The broken-hearted on the mend

The ambivalence of affection

Consumes only those who pretend

DCG

Almost died the night before


Almost died the night before

Tears were in my eyes

Woke up to my surprise

No longer can I hide from the night before

Invest in yourself

Funny how things turn out

A person takes stock in themselves

Creates opportunity no doubt

Yet we must grant forgiveness to ourselves

Mortality

A curious thing

Brings us face to face with our morality

And what we bring

Almost died the night before

Tears were in my eyes

Woke up to my surprise

No longer can I hide from the night before

What is befitting?

I cannot say

But we can change

If I wake to see a new day

Older person says

Take nothing for granted

The experience of a fate

A reality check for the enchanted

Fear not but act

Clarify the essence

Clear out what has no use

Strengthen the convalescence

DCG

My Poetry is my X-Ray


The universe is mysterious

Connecting to messages we send and receive

Responding to what is positive

Or that to which we grieve

Somebody living in Boise

Relates to someone in San Diego

Somehow a connection through the ether

Slips out of the shadow

I know you’ve experienced loss

But in loss we can also find our way

There is a purpose in our healing

Pain is a teacher but it does not have to stay

Even 953 miles

Does not seem far away

Something I can’t really explain

So my poetry is my X-Ray

DCG

dedicated to Julie Roberson

Thanks Jules

Awareness Imposes a Social Contract


With social graces I’ve played the fool

Expecting we are purveyors of the golden rule

Despite my failures in past relations

We hold some people in our hearts

Disregarding our lamentations

The outcome is not contingent

And repeat I would do it again

To give of yourself

I would not have to pretend

After decades of experience

I’ve rendered some conclusions

Without contradiction

Without any delusions

I only speak for myself

And so I say

This works for me

With no dismay

I know I am different

Take ego out of self and you will see

The intrinsic value to share

Sometimes we can overcome reciprocity

Always use reason

Take care guiding the soul

Don’t let surface defects

Detract you from your goal

Awareness imposes a social contract

And with this responsibility

We can heal the scars

We do have opportunity

There is no perfect world

No utopian society

Hard work and sacrifice

Overcome the ignorance and set yourself free

DCG