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.

Pondering

Ain’t memory somethin?
And, what comes to mind?
And, what of the details
That we can’t seem to find?

Past situations;
It-was-now,
Then,
At that point.
But, now the point’s lost
At a point that’s past then;
Now.
How?
That’s not the point.
That’s a question.

Wow.
You got it?
Then now
You had it,
And got it
For now.

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.

Of Thee

In a round-about way,
Holding more than we know,
As we’re skipping
Below the surface
Of time;
Wound
Up.

Down
With the beat
As our feet meet the street,
To then be carried away
And to say
What comes to mind.

Adding to
And neglecting
All the same
And different.

Apparently unapparent,
And sifting
As if we know something
More or less conceivable
For the moment,
As normal evolves
Unabashedly;
Collective progress,
As it were.

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.

Food for Thought

What you see is what you get,
But-you-might-not-know what you’re looking at.

Is it fair to say that we usually don’t?; that we most often see things within the confines of our mind?

Take a rainy day for instance.
Do you see the blueless sky and think, there’s sunshine and blue skies beyond the grey I see?

I wonder too how much we take for granted.

I think back to parenting, when my children couldn’t yet talk, and were just learning to walk.
I recall an awareness of moving too quickly, through the world that i am all too familiar with. As in, catch up young one. Do as i do, as it seemed lost on me that they understood so little about where they were… relative to my understanding of things.

Confusion

Alright.
As I was sayin’.
Askin’ you
Why you that way.
We’re better than this,
Hate.
Is now leftover
Smoke.
Mirrors;
Confused,
Feeling
Thoughts.
Thinkin’
About hard feelings.
Dealing
With a stacked deck.
Wrecked;
And feeding the poor me story
With media
Reminding us
That we’re right
To fight
Our way out
Of the confusion.

Seen
As more and less than we are.
Against
A grain
That’s insane.
Simple.
Like right before our eyes,
With cries
That we mistake.