Grains of Salt

They say-that numbers don’t lie,
But people sure do.
Data’s just there.
People skew.

Ob-jec-tivity…
Is a tough thing to find.
There’s usually bias,
If-not agenda in mind.

Intentional or not,
We’re shown part of the truth;
Rarely full context;
Like banner at booth.

Looks-good at-first-glance;
Designed for buy-in.
But, facades don’t last.
They’re far to thin.

We can see through many.
Good ones confuse;
Tying in issues,
They know what we’ll choose.

Us against them;
Political sides;
Lines that divide.
They’re foolish guides.

So, it’s also been said,
Believe half what you read.
Let this serve as reminder;
A warning to heed.

The Point of No Return

What’s the point,
Of No Return?
How’d ya read it?
What’d ya learn?

What do ya hold?
Can’t let go?
Worth the weight
As you grow old?

If now is right
In front of you,
And we have choice
In what we do,

Then choose to move
Into the light.
The point is not
To prove you’re right.

See? Drop the story;
Move along.
Feed the past
Then-makes you wrong.

Non reaction
Is the way.
It’ll help you to
Enjoy the day.

Try it out;
It’s, Don’t Feed In.
Catch yourself
When you begin.

You take the bait
If you should stay.
It’s better to
Just walk away,

Better and Better

Let-life come to you,
As with cat to your lap;
Else you’re lost in the issues
Where each story’s a trap.

How do we do it?
Our eyes must adjust.
They’ve been locked in a tunnel;
It takes-time to-learn trust.

Where do we start?
Well, right here and now.
Just let your eyes wander.
Don’t worry about how?

Of course you wonder,
But your mind’s in your way.
Let your thoughts go
To become one with the day.

May we find peace with the way things are.

Where We Are

1. We go as we like it.
2. We see differently.
3. I’m a part of your story
a. Just as you are for me.

As with personal space?
Check yourself at the door.
I know of my own house.
Show respect. Know the lore?

Know where you are?
Know where we come from?
We’re-all-from the-same-place;
The King and the Bum.

Silence from Strength

What i have on my mind
Is often best right there.
But, I can’t help myself
Despite the sign, “Beware”.

So, I open my mouth
To say, I known.
Or-because I think I’m right,
And I say it just so.

But, I’m feeding a battle,
And there’s no way to win;
No point in fighting.
Why did I begin?

I saw the sign,
But I played the part;
The role in her story,
In which I haven’t a heart.

Reacting to
The ME portrayed.
Emotion took bait,
And so I was played.

And, I know I knew better,
But I had to speak out.
Simply… it’s my fault,
And it comes from self doubt.

Anger

Pulled.
Gotta get there.
You quicken your pace.
It starts with a thought,
Comes a feeling you chase.

Then you’re lookin’ for peace;
Relief from stress,
That you brought on yourself,
And I call this, a mess.

Confused by your story;
You-cannot just be.
Like you’re in your own way,
And don’t know what you see.

Tension

I try to unplug from my story,
But I find the dark
And I hear Lori.

I let you touch me,
And I feel my pain.
I’m tight and guarded;
Prepared for rain.

And so i breath;
Perspective open.
I try to leave the guilt,
Like token
That i picked up
Along the way
And held.
It’s in me now;

A part of me
That i can’t let go of.

So here i am,
Figuring out how to give
Of myself;
To be fully present,
While holding the past,
And while framing the future
That i see as right,

As others have expectations of me;
Different from how i see myself,
Being.

I can’t help but feed in;
Reacting in the moment
With resistance,
As i reassure myself that i am right.

Tough,
Managing self
And finding peace;
Allowing life to be as it is.

Much work to do.
I try my best to enjoy the journey,
While wondering what I’ve learned,
And where i should be headed.
Seems a deeper part of me knows
And is in control.