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ARSENAL

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You can't use a kind loving heart as a sword

But you can use it as a shield

Because a gentle word turns away wrath

And goodwill provides no handhold

For wickedness to grab control

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BLAST OFF

Mission Control weighs only three pounds

But that's a lot more than it sounds

Because if we combine

Your ideas with mine

We can avoid being lost or extinction bound

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PLANE TO SEE

None of the parts of an airplane can fly

But all put together they take to the sky

None of the parts of society is all

Not working together might be our downfall

Respect and an open mind always work wonders

All points of view lets us look out for blunders

Wholeness and good will can bring us together

So we can fly on in foul or fair weather

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FUTURE

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When a child is treated with mockery, scorn, ridicule, sarcasm

When a child is belittled, looked at with disgust, loathing, coldness

When their efforts to be good or win favor are laughed at

When they are told they are in the way, unwanted, never good enough

Clumsy, stupid, a disappointment

Unlovable

That child has a narcissist as a guardian 

That child is going to have a lot to undo

That child is going to have disorders

That child will need to transcend and learn how to

Love themselves.

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MOST VALUABLE 

The most valuable thing

About the most valuable sports figures

Is that they are famous, acclaimed, and recognizable

Therefore exciting and engaging

To the children in the hospital

When the athletes visit the little patients

Bringing hope, inspiration and joy, 

A pleasant distraction, a focus other than illness

To the precious little ones who are struggling to live

Heal, and go on to live their best and most valuable lives.

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MORAL COMPASS

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Some people have morals, ethics, standards

They operate with a level of awareness

That includes the needs and rights of others

Some people don't have these inner guideposts

For them, getting what they want, by hook or by crook

Is the gold standard

Damage to others is just collateral damage in their quest for self

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The problem is, at first glance, you can't tell the difference

Often the ones that look and sound the best

Are the worst of these self-centered people

Only time, sometimes a lot of time

Will tell you who you are dealing with

The bad ones will eventually sink in an ocean of lies

The good ones will shine, maybe not dazzlingly

Yet they gladden your heart with kindness

So you feel safe with them day after day.

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BATTLE PLAN

If I can't win by storm

Then I will win by siege

Foraging for what I need

As I move towards victory

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UNFRIENDING ADDICTION

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Addiction

Cunning, baffling, powerful

Can and will create the emotional states

Such as anger, resentment or self-pity

That requires the drug-of-choice

To modify the upset emotions

That were generated by Addiction

Cunning, baffling, powerful

To convince the person

That the drug of choice is required

The necessary solution to the pain.

However, we can visualize behavior

That doesn't turn to the Addiction

(Which was NEVER your true friend

Or any real consolation at all)

We can visualize new coping skills

That by-pass the Addiction 

Strengthening these coping skills by repetition

Becoming stronger for the next time

Addiction offers its smooth slide

Into oblivion, where nothing is ever 

Solved.

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BICKERSON

There is a huge difference 

Between Me and Myself some days

We argue, we emote, and eventually

There is a resolution of some kind

But not always the decision 

The retrospective me, (the Third me

The cyclops one - blessed/cursed with the single eye of hindsight)

Would have so very wisely chosen.

And don't think that Cyclops Me

Doesn't let the other ones know

Just how mistaken or foolish they were.

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THOUGHT STREAMS

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Sometimes ideas are symptoms

Sometimes a gift is a curse

Sometimes we try the impossible

But sometimes the streams can change course

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JUST FOR NOW

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I don't have a nihilistic philosophy

Just a day-by-day realistic philosophy

It is what it is, one day at a time

Since I can't handle guilt

I don't do the crime

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Keep it simple, things could be worse

I can't turn a sow's ear

Into a silk purse

If it works don't fix it

Think before I speak

Try to be mindful

Addictions make me weak

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Accept what I can't change

Leave the past behind

Do something productive

Let my watchword be "kind"

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MARATHON

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No one wins the human race

Unless we all win the human race

Because the finish line

Is peace and dignity for all.

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PROGRESS PROCESS

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Our human mind develops individually

Throughout our lifetimes

As we learn and get vital information 

From new experiences

Our collective human consciousness

Develops globally

From our world history

Built on the accumulation of knowledge and wisdom

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If all goes well, the individual develops discernment

And useful coping skills that have positive outcomes

I am hoping this process is also global over time

Perhaps over eons

We can mature, settle our differences

In a productive way, like a cordial team of rivals

That advances civilization towards

Peace, abundance and harmony.

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SHORT TERM

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Sometimes my thoughts are a muddle-y mess

When I try to devise the plan that is best

The mess is too big, my perspective too small

So I whittle it down to what I must do now.

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VAMPIRE OF MY YOUTH
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You stole my blood

You ruined my dress

You punctured my skin

With your selfish caress
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You pulled me down

Into your grave

You took my will

Made me your slave
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You know so much

You are so strong

You think you won

You are so wrong

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MIGHTY

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Our thoughts are the seeds

That grow in our mind

So if we want to grow love

Think thoughts that are kind

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ONE SMALL STEP

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To have all your dearest hopes dashed

Crushed, beaten down, slashed

To stand on a shredded pile of hope

Is a hard place to start to cope

So begin ever so gently and small

If you can't feel any hope at all

Cause when you're at the end of your rope

You can always hope to have hope to have hope

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THE CHICKEN AND THE EGG

The thoughts you think when you're happy

And the thoughts you think when you're down

Are caused by the fickle changes in moods

Or is it the other way round?

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YOU CAN'T GET THERE FROM HERE

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Self-hatred is not a good place to start

Hatred of others 

Is not a good place to start

To get to Happiness and Comfort

You can only get there 

From reason and kindness

Towards all

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CUP OF WISDOM

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What will fill your cup

Your empty cup

With the wonderful things

You deserve?

What will sweeten your cup

When the contents are bitter

And hard to swallow?

Can kindness be measured in spoonfuls?

Can tenderness flow like golden honey

Into your cup of comfortless pain?

What fire will warm your cup

When the contents grow cold

And unappealing?

What hand will hold the cup

To lovingly bring it to your parched dry lips?

Which cup holds magic and eternity 

Filled with swirling stars to nourish you

Forever?

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NAVIGATION

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The flashes of light

Inside the pitch-black cave of my skull

Reveal everything

Yet explain nothing

Like snapshots of fleeing moments

I must interpret and integrate these pictures

Into a cohesive narrative

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They are all I have

To inform me

To remember my past

Plan my future

Orient myself each day

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No wonder I make mistakes

Blundering along 

Trying to plot my course

By a fickle moon on a jet-black night

While dense oddly shaped clouds

Scud by, parting for a moment

When I can imagine I see 

The path I must take

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GENTLE ALCHEMY 

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Self-pity is corrosive

It eats you up inside

Yet some situations are so unfair

It seems all your joy has died

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Self-pity can be modified

The inner dialogue changed

To words of self-compassion

Offering insight instead of blame

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So, no, you were not stupid

No, you're not a fool

You did the very best you could

The situation was not cool

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You learned a valuable lesson

It's yours now, in your mind

You've earned so much better

Like a healing voice, wise and kind

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FALL HARVEST 

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The invisible fruits of my mind

Are thoughts

Some are just peachy

Some are bananas

One is the apple that fell

And rolled a million light years

Away from the tree

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