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THE BLACK SHEEP OF CHAOS

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The Children of Chaos need order

They need strong guards at their border

They need high self-esteem

To sleep deep and eat clean

To only be friends with supporters

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NOBODY

Nobody asks

"Who is breathing the air?"

Because we are all breathing the air

But everyone asks

"Who is to blame?"

As if there is one among us

Who is blameless

There are reasons and causes for everything

Knowing what they are can inform us

For future decisions

Blame only points the finger

Unfortunately, the finger of blame

Solves nothing, fixes nothing

Advances no remedy

Worst of all, instigates no meaningful change

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Put blame far down on your list

Of priorities

Put your solutions on the top of the list

Where you have power

Focus your mind 

On where you can have power

Because personal power is more satisfying 

More solution oriented

Than weak, ineffective blame

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COLOR CURE

Some people get the blues

But I get the greens

When the only thing that can

Lift my mood

Is being surrounded by trees

The leaves whisper to me:

"It's going to be all right.

My child

You can be renewed 

Enjoy your day, sway joyfully

In a dance with the winds of change.

Just stand strong."

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DEMON GRUDGE

He got up in the morning

So did his Grudge

It was prickly and heavy

But it just wouldn't budge!

It stayed with him all day

He took it to bed

That miserable Grudge 

That lived in his head

His Grudge was annoying

It ate up his time

Diverted attention

Without reason or rhyme

A Grudge becomes wearisome

Day after day

Like a loop of bad film

On endless replay

The cumbersome Grudge 

Makes it hard to move on

Oh the blessed relief!

When the Grudge is put down

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DUST TO DUST

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I have abandoned altars

Where once I worshipped devoutly

But now those gods are dead

Their shrines covered in dust

The candles unlit, the silver tarnished

The place where I once stood in reverence

Empty 

My mind has flown, like a dove

Over the stormy seas of dogma

To find more fertile lands

Where there is peace and harmony

Where the Earth and Sky, the Alpha and Omega 

Are One

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BEWARE

Some things come with a curse

Poverty, illness or worse

So ask yourself first, is this really worth

The misery, heartache and pain?

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Cursed things might look like fun

You won't remember until you've begun

That this is a trap, steel jaws that snap

Please, don't put yourself through that again.

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