If we could all just step back away from the unrelenting inundation of today’s modern era of media influence what would be our mindset? Would we be attracted to and attached to a political persuasion?

Would we narrow down our choices to be a Democrat, a Republican a Libertarian or even have an Independent point of view for the domestic and worldly events unfolding?

What hot button issues would our sense of gravity be pulled toward? From where would we seek our grounding for what our path of logic would otherwise be directed toward?

I ask these questions and more in this poem not to be judgemental of those who may differ in opinion with mine but, in a quest to better understand how we all choose what comforts us from such beliefs.

What I suggest is to evaluate an evolving opinion’s dissonance between campaign rhetoric and personal behavior and come to recognize the entitlement for such attitudinal conquest. To realize that attitudinal changes do not just come out of the “red or blue” they are very carefully orchestrated and categorically influenced from every form of modern day media’s influence.

It matters not if your gravity’s grounding is from a conservative perspective or a liberal one. There will be a media venue that convincing parallels that perspective and diagnoses what ails us. And from that diagnoses the selected channeling of information will convincingly collaborate that path of logic and wallah…magically read our minds as to what is a right or left minded thinking!

All along transforming our attitudes toward anyone who doesn’t have this same presumably independent, original formation of ideas for what appears to be right from wrong thinking…hum?

My objective here in this poem is to challenge ones per-determined assertions for these convictions and just for the duration of time that it takes to read this poem, to entertain another way-point heading for living one’s life.

As the seconds we are afforded in the spanning the many seconds, minutes and hours of living a life are gifted for a very important reason. I believe that that reason is to authenticate “thyself” in a once in a lifetime chance!

Do any of us really have any extra time to invest into things that can’t contribute a positive contribution to us and simultaneously to the world? Or do we want our personal statement to be posthumously and pusillanimously represented as an example of a spotted soul?

None of us are here long enough, to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!

What ties one’s thoughts in double knotted, to mind filled seconds that cause distraught, then ends up as a life that’s rotted, forsaken awaken in being mistaken ’bout all such faking that yea’d partaken?

In world filled plots ’bout matters not, mankind’s unkind just adds more spots, from News broadcast for cost of gas to haunts that taunt and crimes impassioned from sound bite captions, or just more things we’d never imagined!

Then boredom’s solace attracts more zealous and daily grind retweets unwinds, redefines unkind of all mankind from so much less, than being best!

And whirling derby’s marbles swirling, imbalance wearily thoughts referring, to Left’s unsaid ’bout Right’s more dreads, that all too often just fill one’s head.

Then words and deeds refuse concedes in more of verb’s perturbs, shackling mind to word’s absurd, then spit from lips and tongues as guns inflict more harm on everyone, while setting off more fire alarms!

None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!

Will lying eyes disguise what’s being obscured in daily life’s surprise, where chance be wise from each sunrise invests the time allotted, absence things were purposefully all knotted up as plotted, then only spatters ones soul with spotted?

Catch glimpse of sense in false pretense and separate berates non-sense, and come to learn discern, that might allow concerns to yearn and earn, a glow on head as halo!

Question why the world’s gone rouge and who and what goes to and fro, and ask our God above all else, to gift us wits from days we’ve lived.

Unwind thy mind, step back from jacked from spineless mind that’s hard at work in overtime, collect one’s thoughts, remove distraught, and turn deaf ear from fears my dear.

As prime-time offers jokes that’ll make us choke, from stories told ’bout sinking boats, or booms and bangs and those with fangs, yet truth’s uncouth obscures thy ruse, and helps to lead to more confused!

None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!

As mind’s refine design won’t catch a glimpse of all of those with false pretense, as incredulous of predacious shall granite one’s found prejudice, then anchored to sensuous, ignoring response’s audacious!

In stance romanced partaken chance at dance, just what resides in minds divide, are quicken wits for cemented grit really just a mind gone sick?

Response of absent pondering, is just a mind gone wondering, unwind unkind and take some time to come to know what rhymes, with the who in you that’s got a clue, instead of smacking black with blue from suckered guise of ruse on you!

Conviction from attrition is much like war’s ambitions, the conquered quest shall take no rest before disclosing much less than best, and all that’s left is more of mess, when spoils just go to victor!

Can policies and politics decided from mind’s half wit’s abides, can more amassing of galore distractions help provide you everlasting?

None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!

Are conclusions just dilutions that are promoting our illusions, and is obscuring headway’s bearings just hiding more red herrings?

Do more intrusions of dawn’s conclusions cause to hanker anger, and from setting anchor upon this pander what story’s told of convictions bold, and what’s the cost for paying toll?

Could or should a never mind refocus good for what be kind, releasing mind from snares of cares, accessing fair by facts aware, and opening eyes to more bewares!

Embroiled toils are caught in coils by snake’s new fakes not measure in fair give and takes, but absolutes from ruse confused, shall only prime a mind with clues, all wrapped up tight inside of News.

Release yea mind from snares for cares, and come to know of what’s being sold, and just designed to cost one’s soul, in being told of all to know!

None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!

The ruthless truth-less spineless couth-less shouts aloud ’bout being proud, yet head enshrouded can’t see through clouded or catch a glimpse with eyes, for who’s disguised and hides inside, a group appearing crowded!

Attention grabbing constructs, by design, messages mind, then bets that time will help refine the songs that rhyme with priming minds with stymies!

In planting doubts from shouts and touts, it helps promote more come about, re-framing pain for such insane and pledges new alliance, to allegiance for more defiance!

Then wise disguised to blinded eyes can’t see past thoughts no longer free, as construct’s mistrust leaves go for bust, forgetting what or who to trust!

Thus lies from guys who claim their wise are no surprise, nor stories ’bout their glory! Yet if one could, just measure good, as we all should, then measurements might make more sense for those in charge of government!

None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!

Who wins or looses in accepting bruises, who shoulders the weight without escape, who’s in disguised for other’s wise, in selling News be faked.

Just ask one’s self in viewing stealth and snoring to ignoring, are eyes so blind in sleepy time yea’d missed excuse for losing?

What motivates those who partake in selling us immoral fakes, amen to men who sell pretends then run and hide in full disguise.

Try asking why before they die, if all their lies applied to truth-less in deceptions, abused misused the pedigree of PhD’s to some degree in casting sterile seed’s rejections?

Know that time for some, won’t be nested in thy kingdom come, when roosted weight from such berates will weigh as boulders resting heavy on laden shoulders!

None of us are here long enough, to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted! Thus come to trust, that souls gone bust had choice in voice before they’d hoist, the knotted plotted dangled noose of all the verdicts that won’t come loose, as in the end such sins of men, reflect upon the just one in skin!

Thyself

Michael Chaffee

4-26-26