You know who he is, and his family’s corrupted and doomed name
Though wealth makes him appear different from other liars, inside he’s the same
He is always on ego-trip vacations, while playing deadly mind games
He occasionally achieves success, yet at such a costly price is this fame.
Just another graceless soul, trapped in his damaged ego’s morass
He raises a toast to his world, with less than a half empty glass.
While proclaiming his greatness, yet stuck in the same damaged class
As those with delusions of grandeur, and appearances of a jackass.
Spewing loud words of specious reasoning, with a rabid dog’s bark
Striving to prove his good name, yet on life’s script leaving a shit mark,
Believing he’s seen the light, yet why is his divisive mind so mired in the dark?
He needs purifying inner flames, while snuffing every divine spark.
He thinks that his life has blossomed, while not possessing love’s fragrant flower
He wants to be carried by the rivers of sweet, while making others wade through the sour
Never realizing that, over life, he holds no lasting, healing power,
He does not live in our reality, only in his ivory white supremacist Trump Tower.
He wants all the best for himself, yet he deserves life’s worst,
In Truth’s spirit he is last, yet he arrogantly portrays himself as first
He sees himself as so blessed, yet, with COVID-19 his world is incredibly cursed
He is an overblown toxic gas bubble, overdue for its final smelly burst.
THANKS FOR VOTING THIS ABOMINATION OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT OUT OF OFFICE!
Categories: Musings

Bruce

Presently, I am 67 years old, and I am learning how to live the life of a retired person. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.