THE GREATEST CON OF ALL

THE GREATEST CON OF ALL

From the time he first stepped on the podium

Asking for your precious votes

With his charisma and smile he owned you

As he shared his false promises from his notes

The history in the making felt awesome

The vigor in his step spurred excitement

Most of us threw aside all our caution

His ideas were a fresh breath of enticement

Promises of hope and change somehow gripped us

While troubled times had us angry and confused

Of our freedom we found he has stripped us

With all of the tricks that he used

THE CONNING POLITICIAN

Good cons are based on the victim’s need, and the successful con artist is the one, I guess, who can exploit that. I remember reading something about this, that one of the great traits of confident tricksters is the level that they flatter their victims.

Alfred Molina/1953/British Actor

Tell the sweet lies

Flowery untruths

Flatter their knowledge

Smile and seduce

Convince them with candy

Provide them their meals

Keep them rocked back

On their uncertain heels

Point out the hate

Tell them they are victims

While you keep shaking the fence

Of where they've been sitting

Fudge all the numbers

Demure at their praise

Promise that taxes

Will never be raised

Direct pointed fingers

At those who reveal

Your entire agenda

Is the liberty you steal

Promise them dreams

Will surely come true

Hide from them all

The con artist in you

UNCERTAINTY

Uncertainty is the worst of al evils until the moment when reality makes us regret uncertainty

The quote is from ALPHONSE KARR. He was a French Critic from long ago. (1808-1890)

UNCERTAINTY

I wring my hands in a feeling of uncertainty

My intuition is leaning to some kind of reality

My stomach in knots makes me squirm and sweat

How much more apprehensive can I get?

Thoughts swirl around inside my head

Too often my perception leads toward dread

Who knows? Everything may be fine.

Am I afraid or excited? Where do I cross the line?

When it finally comes to some kind of fruition

Will the outcome belie my own intuition?

Will it mean little, the subject of my uncertainty?

It very well could be the end of all humanity.

INTUITION

Intuition becomes increasingly valuable in the new information society precisely because there is so much data.

John Naisbitt

American Author & Public Speaker

Intuition

So much data to process

Far too much to know

Sometimes it just takes common sense

To challenge the status quo

A reasonable intuition

Developed through life experience

Can move forward our intentions

Backed by our ever growing confidence

Not all situations can rely on data

When sheer numbers have it veiled

When facts begin to overtake you

Your heart should show what truth prevails

YOUR STEPS

First steps tentative, a challenge, a victory

All steps from now on could be devine

One can spend life leaning on a cane made of hickory

Or sitting it out with a glass full of whine

Giant steps taking you beyond your ideals

May be worse than baby steps, afraid to proceed

Once you realize your steps are your wheels

Reverse gear is seldom in need

Bold steps, informed steps, on to your certainty

Sure steps your quest will entail

Stepping with others away from your vanity

In life marching forward, you'll prevail

POTENTIAL

Each day we question our own existence before we realize we are here to achieve our potential. How many of us do?

POTENTIAL

What can such a simple man

Achieve with such an ordinary hand?

How much time can he engage?

How often will he turn the page?

God is not one to expect

The greatest achievements to every degree

He accepts a man who shows respect

And attempts the potential he can likely be

WHY AM I HERE?

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that, deep inside us, something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy or our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the Human Experience.

WHY AM I HERE

I often wondered who I am

It is often times I speculate

How did this world of ours begin

Is there a reason for this space I take?

What is so good about me

That I am part of all of this?

Who am I supposed to be?

Who chose what reason I exist?

Is it right that I should question why?

Instead of just trying to do the best I can

I am not here to just merely comply

But to reach the heights of a better man