Congested Reasoning

by | Mar 13, 2021 | Philosophy

Today has been cathartic
Really hard to earn a dime (*1)
As I cogitate the days to come
And the shifting paradigm

Two ways I see it going
Toward the dark side or the light
Consciousness holds the key
The left brain or the right

The left brain holds our memory
Of everything we’re taught
Traditions and conventions
Where history is brought

The right brain’s intuition
Linking to our Higher Self
Not burdened by our yesterdays
Or stale commodities on the shelf

In the days to come
Two ways it might surely go
Martial law. . . . and genocide
Or an opportunity to grow

Speaking now in current terms
With turmoil speeding up
Riots and Trump protesters
‘Am anxious. . . somethin’ might erupt

It’s said in places many
George Soros allegedly to blame
As a Hillary supporter
It’s a social media refrain

But if sedition is a crime
Why isn’t he in jail?
Attempting a Civil War
Yet he’s free and unassailed

With riots in the streets
And brutalities unseen
Clearly on the Reservation
Morton County’s playing mean

It feels as if somethin’s up
A crescendos on the rise
With the Army Corps of Engineers
Asserting power over lives

Eviction is most imminent
Coming in a week
As the Veterans reach out a hand
Who knows what all they’ll meet

Now add to that confusion
Demands that Stein has made
A recount of the voting
What cards has she to play?

Are there threats against her life?
Or her family perhaps
Did she take a handsome bribe
Or a position on Clinton’s Staff

As we wait upon the vote. . .
The Electoral College, as it were
If Trump is Trumped by Hillary
It will cause more than just a stir

The elements becoming three
As mentioned in a row
Protestors, Protectors and the Electoral
A scorched earth might surely grow

Enter then Black Operatives
Infiltrators behind the seen
Can touch off Martial Law
Confuscations, as never been

Next are then the Fema Camps
Plastic coffins by the score
Depopulation of the USA
With justifications evermore

This the images coming in
Behind Door Number Three
Not a have to, but sequential
In exposure, setting free

How did it all come to this
Was there planning in the stages
A population unemployed
Brought crime and cops and rage

With no future showing up
Familiar security obsolete
The Army, an education
Or job with the police

Crime fighter sounds so noble
A policeman with a check
A lifestyle to support
Gets a gun and mock respect

Now to turn the ship around
Something is required
A quantum Mechanical effort
The Tenth Dimension might inspire

Hate and anger feeds the flame
Wind blowing on a blaze
Observation of our reaction
. . . we’re rats running in a maze

Releasing all our judgments
Provides the path for change
We reconfigure what is possible
With outcomes rearranged

. . . This is where the Natives are
Ancestors holding charge
Knowing violence and an attitude
Won’t help things by and large

But the Power vested in our Soul
As Jesus came to say
Holds the key to paradise
To paradise. . . no other way.



(*1). . . .”Really hard to earn a dime”. . . .was hard to want to work or
concentrate on it when it was there

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)