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The Fountain of Truth

It's a spring eternal,
    In the mind of man.
With a perpetual flow,
    As if God's master plan.

At times, the waterway,
    Gets interrupted and clogged.
Where pressures can build,
    Though it's often camouflaged.

Just like busy, little beavers,
    Will pack mud and debris.
So too does mankind, though
    It's seldom a guarantee.

Yet no matter the obstruction,
    Water eventually finds its way.
Though when it bursts, it can flood
    Through . . . and ruin a liar's day.

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It's Only Right

Can the day ever be seen,
    Where we respect differences among us all?
Or must our obedience to an
    Angry God, force a hand to build a wall?

If morality is justly placed, the
    Spread of power must be even and diffused.
Where all are given parity, and the
    Truth will be observed, not refused.


Because when we open our eyes and mind,
    The roots of chaos are sown buried and deep.
While they strangle the harvest of humanity,
    Without a season so it will never sleep.

This issue can be seen globally,
    Traversing time and continents with its reach.
Yet the conclusion has created a divide,
    With a corrupt answer leftover to teach.

And while mankind seeks a lawful remedy,
    With a color spectrum filtered by black and white.
Hope and faith may survive a universal
    Reality, that's forever present between wrong and right.

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Choice Questions

How is it, that we stumble along,
    Only to ultimately find our way?
Amongst the fractured rubble,
    And apparent, infinite fray.

Where we realize that, we're
    Here not just to exist . . .
But to endlessly struggle,
    And pacify to persist.

Do we solely seek to counter,
    All the pains with more joy?
While standing upon the ignorance,
    That we often employ.

What scales are seen to be level,
    And true enough to choose?
Such that a measured balance
    Results, not to win or lose.

If we take away from that,
    Which is there right now . . .
Can it ever be recovered,
    Beneath an earthen plow?

When the past, present, and future,
    Allow wisdom its view . . .
Maybe then, the horizon seen will be
    Infinite, and our vision will be true.

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Sexiled

I am now beginning to wonder,
    Can I do it on my own?
Being left to an island, behind
    Closed doors, solely at home.

My realm of human contact,
    Is by laptop, television, or phone.
While any conversation is with myself,
    Without connection or tone.

Will my social skills wither
    And erode to the bone?
Or does the silence let me
    Appreciate, this time alone?

As many of us will borrow from,
    This experience unknown.
Though it has drained so much collateral,
    There's little leftover to loan.

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State of the Union

I've been watching these two groups lately,
Left and right & all those between.
Where resolutions appear adrift or absent,
And legislation became downright mean.

The battling and the bickering, seems to be
Creating fear all along to blame.
While moderation and discourse through debate,
Has fallen painfully, only to face shame.

As this nationalism is bantered about,
Extolling the revered, capitalistic way
Only to 'trash talk' anything socialistic,
As if the demonic would come out to play.

And forget anything of a brave new world,
As globalization is fought and ignored.
Because that one world government might
Loom closer to some, & we know how that's deplored.

Yet we have also witnessed a dismal harvest,
When seeds of distrust finally bore their fruit.
While some felt it added to our greatness,
More saw only failure that was absolute. 

Since our greatness isn't defined by the irrational,
Its definition lies with opportunity & equal chance.
So as we feed on our roots of diversity & fairness,
Our growth will be the fuel to romance.

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Number 42

I am reminded of his legacy,
    Through the media events.
        Where he opened doors
            In a professional sport,
                among many malcontents.

While learning about his struggles,
    I became certainly more impressed.
        As he surpassed in my mind,
            Images of Bo and Deion . . .
                He was truly blessed.

I don't know of any other, that
    Could skillfully perform in so many ways.
        While a collegian, with Football, Basketball,
            Baseball and Track & Field . . . 
                I mean Jesus, there's only so many days!

As an athlete, receiving the 
    Accolades, while garnering the
        Endless, admiring looks.
            He must have mastered the
                Space-Time continuum, if he
                     Was ever to hit the books.

This is why #42, has moved up
    The list, as the GOAT to number one.
        Since he was responsible for so much
            More, than his ability to outrun.

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The Five W's

Historically,They are known to be
The foundation of journalistic integrity.
Though lately, many might argue
They've been replaced, with opinion's severity.

Who, could cause this metamorphism,
With the skill of a master puppeteer?
Or was this performance, one for the ages,
With multiple actors that disappear?

What, has created this shift in reporting,
From the factual to that surmised?
Is it all ratings and political spin . . .
Or more drama to keep us surprised?

When, will this story come to an end,
So that the truth can be told?
Since the lies are costing people's lives,
As if it's a mystical chokehold.

Where, has this deception arisen,
That has captured those willing to believe?
Because those roots must be removed from
The ground, if we're to move beyond and achieve.

Why, has the fiction turned away reality,
Giving to those a different view?
While it ignores many facts and science,
No matter how long they're held to be true.

Hopefully, the basic tenets we have relied upon,
Can survive through a lens of what's real.
Because if our journey continues based on false
Footings, that slippery slope, may be all we feel.

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Memo To Maga

For those residents in MAGAville,
    That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass.
        Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and
            For that moment, you might not be without class.

I know it must be difficult for you,
    To honestly think and even act for yourself.
        But what the hell, take a break from your ignorance,
            And raise your mind above that bottom shelf.

Maybe then you can show some independence,
    Since you don't always have to follow the crowd.
        While those keepers of oaths and stupidity,
            Can look elsewhere to make their boys proud.

Because honestly, you've been missing the boat of reality,
    While sailing on a junket to an island of fantasy.
        And pardon me against all truth that's social,
            But that gibberish is quite simply, lunacy!

So stand tall, pull your big-boy pants on,
    Take a deep breath, then swallow hard.
        Take a look in the mirror with clear eyes,
            Find the truth behind the lies, and what remains is a canard.

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The Question of Why

Tossed about through the turbulence of life,
    Confusion remains to search for a seed.
As if the eye of the hurricane seeks direction,
    Only to find no compass for its need.

Does this curious resolve weaken & wobble,
    Or grow stronger through the effort & quest ?
While every response creates another,
    And chaos may contribute to severely test.

The desire that looks to an unknown horizon,
    May often see emptiness to follow despair.
Yet choice must pierce through this fog & veil,
    With enough light that can guide to remain fair.

This journey is seldom without consequence,
    As obstacles become present and abound.
So whether hurdled, avoided, or plowed through . . .
    Overcoming them must be found.

While the question remains fundamental,
    There are billions of answers to be observed.
With each one's unique testament,
    Tracing a morality rarely hidden or reserved.

Ultimately, this inquiry is survived upon,
    By those to judge while reflecting their own view.
Just as current events & history tend to remind us . . .
    Not everything seen or heard is always true.

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Fake News, the Big Lie, Jan 6th, Nothing Classified

There's a symbol for our justice,
    Holding scales while she is blind.
Yet it seems the 'MAGAteers' have extended
    This further, adding deaf and dumb to their mind.

Because they have made the choice not to
    See, hear, or think, as they ignore reality.
While they follow a corrupted voice, laden
    With false notions and irrationality.

This conviction has seduced their soul, with
    Visions of fear and lethal consequence sustained.
Using a barrage of powerful fiction, giving faith
    To a utopia without discord ... but they're ordained.

The stupidity is clearly seen, as they avoid
    Any facts that disturb their view.
As these followers become so deeply entrenched,
    They can't escape the shadow that's untrue.

Having seen the danger progress, while a
    Fragile democracy wavers on the brink.
Watching a majority come under constant attack,
    And a privileged minority tries to silence those who critically think.