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BLUEPRINT

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My favorite room

Is wiggle room

I pass through it on my way

To the room for improvement

Which is so vast it boggles the imagination

I try to get to the room for improvement every day

And tidy up something in there.

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INCONCLUSIVE

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I have seen ideas I thought were terrible

Have a terrific outcome

And Ideas I thought were terrific

Have a terrible outcome

I have seen well-intentioned efforts backfire

Causing more harm

I have seen ill-intentioned efforts backfire

Causing harm to the one trying to do wrong

So, the springs are missing

From my conclusion-jumpers now

I stand unmoving and alert

Hardly knowing what to think

About most everything

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UNQUENCHED

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Tears will not put out the fire

That burns in the bosom of one who has been grievously wronged

Booze will not wash it away

It will not blow away like dust 

Or be swallowed down and digested

No, the only thing that can put out the fire

In the bosom of one who has been grievously wronged

Is the consolation of philosophy

The soothing balm of understanding

On the edges of the burn zones

Until one day there is just a scorched area

Where the fire once raged with menace and fury

A charred place where gradually something new can take root

Send up a tiny hopeful shoot and begin to fill with life's promise 

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THE ELECTION OF 1860

The city slickers played stump the bumpkins

But the bumpkins were not stumped

Honest Abe was elected

The slicker? He was dumped. 

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"SHOULD"

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"Should" is the source of much anger

"Should" is the cause of much rage

"Should" is a mere figment

An imaginary word on the page

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People are often erratic

Their awareness might be quite low

Our "should" is based on our knowledge

But we don't know what they don't know

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SHORT SAD STORY

Terror was her playmate

Sorrow her best friend

Exploitation was her teddy bear

Overdose was her end

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HERE COMES THE SUN

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If you had fears or sorrows

You could write them in a song 

To sing to golden Apollo 

He would help you be strong

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He turned away the darkness

Turning gloom to meaning and light

Crowning you with victory 

Apollo made things bright

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Fed on Ambrosia and Nectar

Apollo soon became as a man

His arrows of light went everywhere

Delphi was his plan

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His Oracle was the Pythoness

Apollo the double-edged blade

He drove away illness and shadows

He foretold events with his Shade

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FAITH

You are not 

Wasting your time

Spinning your wheels in the mud

Taking one step forward and two steps backward

No, all this apparent un-happening 

Is profitable and productive

The movement and growth

Accomplishment and fulfillment you seek

Is happening deep deep down

Under the surface

Where it can not be seen right now

In time, the way to your goals will emerge

And reveal itself 

Understanding will dawn

As it becomes clear

What magical transformations 

Were going on all this time

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