What do you put in your body?
That’s a long term play?
Because you’ve been told
There’s no other way?
The-doc can’t-tell-you-why?
And, he’s the M.D.?
They don’t have the answers?
And, what was his fee?!
For what? You’re kidding?
To push the drug?
Unbelievable lies
Swept under the rug.
What did you think
Of tbe thing that you saw?
Were there conclusions
That you could draw?
Could you make it out
From where ya sat?
Do-you remember
The guy with the hat?
Takeaways? Answers?
Where are things now?
If you had to guess,
Could you tell me how?
Or, why that was
The way you thought?
Bet you could tie it
To the way you were taught.
Do ya know what i mean?
The way that it was.
As if being guided
By a particular buzz.
Hum and a click,
A chirp in the sky.
As if only you heard it,
And we all wonder why.
Because it’s just so;
Your place in this life.
We all have a back.
We’ve all taken a knife.
To the gut, to the heart,
Comes a matter of feeling;
Wounds from the past,
Forever healing,
Comes a time
Why we’ll reach
For the top of the hill,
Only to get there,
And to find ourselves still.
Still with ourselves
From the day that we came,
But now looking back
Because we have someone to blame;
For something.
For some reason.
For some reason.
Still
Moving on.
Slipping.
Sliding.
Which way did you take it?
Your mind began wondering
So that you could then make it,
Your own;
Form that makes sense;
You need to name it.
Our instinct says
To capture and tame it.
Things come and go
And most only know
What they want
To hold and make sense of.
You need what you have
And you have what you need.
Build trust in that;
Water that seed.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
NOT FOR RANT 