Saturday, December 31, 2022

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THIS WILL BE THE TIME

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This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


For being young, uninformed, misguided, innocent, gullible, optimistic, blind, hopeful. open and eager


This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


For being abused, taken advantage of, fooled, tricked, lied to, groomed, persuaded and led astray


This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


For being damaged, confused, frightened, slow, weird, awkward, withdrawn, and erratic


This will be the time for us to forgive ourselves


This is the moment when we can lay down our burden of self-blame


Continue on with only the few light things we need


Like encouragement, compassion, understanding and nurturing


In our little bag, now so light once recriminations are dumped out


While we are not going to be totally carefree, we are going to be much freer


Starting our journey anew, into the new day


With those things that no longer serve us 


Tossed away, into the abyss, the past, wherever


May now be the time you forgive yourself


So you can flow unfettered into the new year


With your head held high, a spring in your step


Holding the tiny invisible hand of younger you 


The little Fool that needs to be embraced and guided


Away from danger and towards our rightful path


To self-realization


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Thursday, December 29, 2022

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MOUNT APOCALYPTO


International Hostility is like a rumbling volcano


Filled with molten destruction


Bubbling with greed and hatred


We live on the side of this active volcano


Growing our crops, living our little lives


While watching the ominous puffs of black smoke


For a warning sign


That Mount Apocalypto is about to erupt


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Wednesday, December 28, 2022

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CONSTRUCTION NOT DESTRUCTION
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When I need an explanation

For why I feel let down

Two paths appear before me

The unkind path of blame

Or the kinder path of blamelessness

I have gone down both, on occasion

Blame leads to a pile of rubble


Bitterness and pain

Blamelessness leads to an

Empty sunlit field

Where I can build something new

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Tuesday, December 27, 2022

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INNER COSTUME


Sometimes I try to think


The thoughts that someone else might think


I try to feel the perspective and attitude


Behind those thoughts


To see the world through different eyes


Informing my pretend heart that I do not care


So dreadfully much about things all the time.


You see, I am naturally inclined to care deeply 


Which can get exhausting without a break


Letting go does not come naturally to me


So I pretend to be someone else


Someone whose emotions are not so vulnerable

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Friday, December 16, 2022

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MERCILESS
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It's a law of nature

Adapt or die

Don't know if I can do it

But I'm sure gonna try
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Thursday, December 15, 2022

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ANNOUNCEMENT


We interrupt this problem


With a new more urgent problem


Which must be dealt with immediately


Once this emergency problem is resolved


We will return you to your regularly scheduled problems


Which are already in progress

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Wednesday, December 14, 2022

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EVENTUALLY


Even as the wrong is committed 


The lie forms in the mind of the wrongdoer


To give a credible explanation or excuse


Both to others and to their inner secret self where they live


Hopefully fooling everyone, especially themselves


The lie is repeated and embellished


Over and over


In the wrongdoer's mind


Polished like a cheap dimestore diamond


Until the gleaming lie hypnotizes and blinds


Their mind to the honest real naked truth


But 


Truth never dies, it never changes


It is the most radiant and hardest jewel 


That outshines and outlasts even the finest lie


One day truth will reappear, reveal itself


Maybe not to everyone else, but certainly to the liar


Who never really really believed it


Deep down inside


Where it mattered the most


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Tuesday, December 13, 2022

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HUGE DISAPPOINTMENT

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There are regular disappointments, bitter disappointments


And huge disappointments


To recover from a huge disappointment requires time and care 


Because your imagination has been bruised to the bone


Hope is weak and running a fever, the heart feels sad and sick


Tender loving care is required to heal from a huge disappointment


Rest, proper nutrition, something useful to focus on


Time is needed before you can go on to analyze


Feel encouraged, regain hopeful optimism


Anticipate good things once again flowing your way


(One last thing, it is not your fault for counting on something


That did not work out. Many factors are at play in all events


No one can calculate the effects of all of them.)

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Sunday, December 11, 2022

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LESSON 


My blue sock was missing


I had it last night


I took it off my right foot


This morning it was gone


Where did it go?


Did I hide it away in some somnambulant state of mind?


Did I only imagine I was wearing blue socks yesterday?


No pet could have taken it


Because my only pet is a big potted aloe vera


Yesterday I had two blue socks


Today I had one


If Sherlock Holmes was real, he could deduce where it is


Dr. Watson could write "The Mystery of the Blue Sock"


Which would turn out to be the key clue in uncovering


A vast international conspiracy.


Was it aliens? A ghost? A different dimension?


Do I need Rod Serling? Or that alien guy with the fluffy hair?


No, I needed my deceased Grandmother


With her one word of advice - "Gravity"


Things fall downward, so look there first


Which is where I looked


Behold! Kicked under the bed was my blue sock!


Thank you, my beloved ancestor, for teaching me


The importance of a logical mind, of calm thought


For teaching me to remember gravity


I share her wisdom with you now


In case your blue sock ever goes missing

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Friday, December 9, 2022

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WILD BLUE YONDER


Not knowing what's going to happen


Makes an anxious person more anxious


All the things that can go wrong


March in goose-step before our mind's eye


I was an anxious person


Any new situation immediately triggered fear and worry


Which has also been called "overthinking"


But thinking is not the real problem


Anxiety is the problem


Being an anxious person in general


Is the problem


I have begun the process, gradually, bit by bit


Of converting my anxiety into a Sense of the Mysterious


A fancy way of saying "I don't know what's going to be."


The Mysterious tells me that's okay 


Have faith in yourself


Have faith in your sincere efforts


The Mysterious points out that life, in its infinite variety


Is not a problem to be solved


But an adventure to be lived


Skills to be honed, or created as needed


Only the Mysterious 


Lets us greet each new day, each new challenge


With a twinkle in our eye, with courage in our heart


Confidence in our ability to cope 


As we bravely step into the unknown


Open to possibilities, ready for the challenge


Hopefully with companions by our side


To encourage us along the way


As I am encouraging you right now


To open your mind to the possibility


That things might go well, might turn out for the best


Might be the next step in your development


As a Mystic 

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Thursday, December 8, 2022

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BEACON

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When a bright light leaves


This earthly plane


There is no guarantee


That another source of such pure illumination


Will come along any time soon


Navigate your way past the rocky shoals


While the light can guide you


Safely to the open waters


Which are vast and lead to new lands


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Wednesday, December 7, 2022

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SUCCESS!


I didn't think I could do it


But I did, much to my surprise


Now I will turn the surprise


Into being proud of myself


I will not take my accomplishment for granted


No matter how small


Because I did it, because I tried


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Tuesday, December 6, 2022

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GIFT FROM HEAVEN


I picture my friends with wings


To remind me of two vital things


They might choose to stay


They might fly away


I can't know what time and tide brings

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Monday, December 5, 2022

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BUYING A LOTTERY TICKET ON THE WAY TO WORK

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Is hope really good or bad?


There is only one way of knowing


Does it squander your time in fantastic dreams


Or stimulate you to keep going?

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Saturday, December 3, 2022

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(IN) TANGIBLE


Give me a pencil! Give me paper!


Before my thoughts dissolve like vapor


Thoughts float around like waking dreams


Running a program behind the scenes


I don't know what I'm thinking about


Til I write thoughts down. then I find out

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Friday, December 2, 2022

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WE WALK BY FAITH

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We know, objectively, that we are tiny impermanent beings


In a vast universe


But we must live as if we mattered

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We know, probably, that what we are seeing isn't all of reality


Or maybe not reality at all


But we must live as if reality existed just as it appears

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We know we can not prove with current scientific methods


That there are supernatural forces, magical phenomena and invisible beings


We can summon to affect reality


But some of us live as if we can

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Thursday, December 1, 2022

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AN OPINION ON OPINIONS


An opinion is a nebulous thing


Intangible, but strong


I think my opinions are right


(Until new info comes along)


I keep my opinions limited


To what I know is true for me


I have no opinions about what others choose


This seems to be the key


People fight over opinions


As if they were real facts


But a difference of opinions


Never excuses bad acts


My existence has meaning and value


This is also true for you


I respect your right to opinions


Friends respect mine too.


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Wednesday, November 30, 2022

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DOCTOR OF S b W

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How much does a lesson cost?


Sometimes it does not cost very much


A small adjustment fixes it


A few dollars, half an hour


Lesson learned.


Sometimes the lesson is very costly


Taking all our money, all our time


Every hope in our heart of hearts


Sometimes it costs our whole reality


Such an expensive lesson should not be wasted


It is vital that we learn from those harsh, bitter, devastating lessons


Vital that we learn the right thing


That there are people, places, things


Which will never work in our best interests


We get our "Sadder but Wiser" degrees


If you never got your diploma, let me hand you one now


Congratulations graduate, go forth into this world of choices


You can set up your own business - succeed and prosper


As the new, well-educated, highly skilled version of you.


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Tuesday, November 29, 2022

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BIG ROCK CAN BE MOUNTAIN

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We can't get proper perspective


From the bottom of our mountain


The foothills of formal education


Are only a little better


No, we must climb that rocky, steep slope


Resting here and there along the way


To catch our breath, refresh our spirits


Reassess our strategies


We can't stay on a flinty ledge for too long


Rockbound, petrified with apprehension


No, we must continue our climb, however arduous


However dizzying, to the tippy top


There we will survey the lay of the land


Gather perspective, devise strategies


Then, when we make our descent, 


Filled with the glow of accomplishment


We will know almost everything we need to know


To rule our kingdoms wisely

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Monday, November 28, 2022

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COME ON DOWN

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I woke up this morning


(Always a good thing)


To the theme from "The Price is Right"


Playing inside my skull


I never watched the show


So the value in this remains a mystery


Though I did see the show mentioned casually 


On a different show.


For some reason my brain latched on


To this inconsequential fact and has been bouncing


The thing around for days, unbeknown to me


A program running in the background


For no apparent purpose


Whatsoever

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Sunday, November 27, 2022

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X-RAY


How I wish


There was not


A petty bone


In my body

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Thursday, November 24, 2022

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PRIORITIES

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I did not write a 


Poem today


Instead, I did my laundry

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Wednesday, November 23, 2022

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INVOCATION


Here I am, New Day


With my many foibles and flaws


Please guide all my thoughts and actions


Towards a good and worthy cause.

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Monday, November 21, 2022

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EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS


Which are more problematic


Women or men?


Whichever one you choose


Better think again.

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Sunday, November 20, 2022

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EVALUATION PROCEDURE #1


Meeting someone new


I run a preliminary diagnostic analysis on them


As we chat


Glad that my clip board and checklists


Are invisible


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Saturday, November 19, 2022

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ET IN ILLIS


Up and at 'em


That's my motto


Except at bedtime


When I'm blotto

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Friday, November 18, 2022

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THE INS AND OUTS


Sometimes I feel out of it


Out of mainstream culture


Hustle and bustle, politics


Competition, conspicuous consumption

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Sometimes I feel in it


The moment, nature


The Universe, the groove


A book, the good graces of my Higher Self

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If I don't know if I'm coming or going


It's okay


Both are suitable directions for me.


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Thursday, November 17, 2022

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LIAR TRAINING

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When harsh punishment is a threat 


For the many mistakes and learning experiences a child 


Naturally has as they navigate their way towards maturity


That child becomes separated from day to day reality


Because the larger and more immediate reality


Of fear causes them to triangulate the tale of actual events


With the current threat and the answers that they hope 


Will deflect, neutralize, invent or mold the truth


Into something non-punishable.


Truth is the collateral damage to the threat the child lives with


And the skill of lying is honed and polished until


Truth, sliced up and reinvented, dissected gossamer thin 


 Virtually disappears, a chasm widening each day


Between the child's grasp of reality and the fear induced lies


The clever child needs for self-protection

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Wednesday, November 16, 2022

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MAGIC TRANSFORMATION MORNING
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Oh that very first snow of the season!
When the temperature is just about freezin'
A dusting of white is such a delight
For a woods-dwelling New England heathen
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Oh it is time to dance and celebrate!
Water in its glittering crystalline state
Each crystal so rare no other can compare
As they silently drift down and accumulate
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Tuesday, November 15, 2022

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IMPOSTER


When the Great Man died


The world mourned


Acclaim rose from those he ruled


His last thought 


As his life ebbed away


"I can't believe how I had them all


Fooled."


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Monday, November 14, 2022

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I WAS HERE

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I can't build a pyramid


Or miles of wall


No caves to decorate


No monuments at all


So I will leave this poem


The message is clear


I once existed


I was once here.



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