If indeed you observe

If indeed you observe

If and when it’s time to complain

I must speak for myself

And call out my own name

Maybe it’s time to think?

Maybe it’s time to up my game?

A figure of speech

I’ll just make it plain

How do I grow?

How do I sustain?

What is my motivation?

What is my claim?

Am I a skeptic?

Would you think me lame?

How else can I know?

Unless my ego is tame

DCG

Fiction is fiction

Because we can name something

It does not make it de facto reality

So much is already debated

Especially our objectivity

Kant said A Priori

In critique of pure reason

For the absolute empiricist

This would be high treason

Fiction is fiction

No matter how you translate

There are limits to the imangineer

Just how do they speculate?

Pixie dust and fairy tales

Witchcraft and wolves bane

Alchemy and the philosophers stone

How much longer will they remain?

Today some will argue what is a woman?

And that men can have an abortion

Only one generation removed

From psychotic distortion

The problem is not

How many believe?

In twelve angry men

Who were the ones deceived?

Wittgenstein noted

We play language games

We create these problems

Simply by using these names

Many become confused

About the world that they see

How can they be satisfied?

How can they be freed?

DCG

Being mindful in the present

It’s funny when you remember

Mistakes that you have made

Moments with your past loved ones

As time moves on they usually fade

But sometimes in a dream

The mind will reflect

Reviewing the old memories

You now seem to neglect

Awaking to what is here and now

Can benefit you greatly

Being mindful in the present

We can extinguish “What have you done for me lately?”

DCG

If indeed we can?

You cannot bargain with truth

There is no negotiation

Only what is

No sophist pseudo-narration

Too many people are lost in words

Our language begets confusion

The argument now before them

Seduces their conclusion

Chuang Tzu from a butterfly

Awakening from a dream

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man

What can we really say?

If indeed we can?

DCG

For whom will the bell toll?

In childhood we become enamored with fairy tales

As adults we create our own

Still enamored by this fiction we make

Asking the right questions allows the truth to be shown

In misplaced trust

The gullible will fail

Some children learn life lessons

Some adults will simply just wail

Imagination turns corporeal

When fantasy becomes real

The measure of our reality

Is the only hope for an appeal

Human behavior is vexing

We stop looking at what we see

We invent alternate scenarios

Becoming an obedient and deserving trustee

The cynic disposes of reciprocity

The hysterical will lose control

The hedonist is driven by pleasure

For whom will the bell toll?

DCG

If you tell me your opinion

If you tell me your opinion

The first thing I will do

Is consider your past behavior

To interpret this spoken view

There are countless ideas

Put into practice there are only a few

Do you live up to what you purport?

The logic of the evidence is only up to you

Before you rain comment

Deliberating what you think is due

Start first by looking within

Are you consistent in what you think as true?

The mind can distort our experience

On what we may purview

If you argue in moral dialogue

Are you impervious to critical review?

A superior intelect

Will always question what they construe

To live by what they say

Remains to be tested on what will ensue

DCG

If you take out Identity Politics

If you take out identity politics

From the Democratic Party of the USA

What doctrines are you left with?

What policies are left that will stay?

Not Critical Race Theory

Not project 1619

Not systemic racism

There is no other policy that can be seen

If you can’t win an argument

Historians will rewrite our history

Turn us against each other

It is only this chaos they want you to see

A party is morally bankrupt

The flawed reasoning of deep decay

How many are willing to ask questions?

It is really not for me to say

Beware the voices in media

Where biased opinion is sold

Up for the highest bidder

Little truth will be told

The youth who adopt this philosophy

Taught by our corrupted teachers of today

Are seduced by the same tribalism

That is leading them all astray

DCG

Self-Reflection

Self-Reflection

The razors edge

To better myself

I’ve made this pledge

The search to improve myself

On the lessons of my life lived

Can benefit me

On the perspective that it gives

Yet I’m chasing a ghost

When I dwell on the past

I no longer serve myself

As the cost is vast

You heal from wounds

Not by attaching to the grief

Reliving a memory over and over again

There is no relief

One must move forward

I must create a new me

Build upon a new foundation

On how I intend to be

DCG

The court of suffering

Be thankful for your blessings

It does not matter who you are

The further we distance ourselves from happiness

The less we notice just indeed how far

A captive trance

Will take over our perception

It deceptively steals our senses

A rational mind is now in defection

Too often our hearts and minds stray

Too often we focus on our hurt

Why not rejoice for the positive?

Why do we not avert?

It is not our natural behavior

Therefore I think it is learned

If we put this into practice

Than the court of suffering is now adjourned

DCG

In the eyes of the Ignorant

Many truths and many lies

Are likely to be told

In the eyes of the ignorant

They are unlikely to behold

The filters of our attention

One may often dismiss

As a moment will present itself

That one may surely miss

Think not of our ability

When we lie down to sleep

As the body rests

The mind will often reap

The many opportunities

That we have to sus out

In the eyes of the ignorant

How many are cast about?

There will come a time

That one must decide

How will we go forward?

In which direction will we stride?

If they are present

If they can learn

In the eyes of the ignorant

Only then will they discern

DCG