WORM HOLE

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WORM HOLE 

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There was a little apple

That grew upon a tree

The tree was in an orchard

In a fine country

The country was on Earth

Which revolved around our Sun

That made a Solar System

Across the Milky Way it spun

The Milky Way is travelling

Across the Universe

Which seems to be infinite

Or very big, at least

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There was a little apple

That grew upon a tree

It had an apple maggot 

Munching away merrily

The maggot had a mite

The mite had a virus

Composed of 600 million atoms

Spinning around inside it

The atoms have electrons

And though they can be split

Have no known substructures

So that's the end of it

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There was a little apple

That grew upon a tree

It supposedly bounced off Newton's head

The rest is history

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WHERE OH WHERE

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WHERE OH WHERE

I used to have a lot of things 

I don't have now

Where ever can they be?

Some of them I can account for

The rest are a mystery

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EXPERT

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EXPERT

On a nature walk with a botanist

They do not see what I see

They see things with Latin names

I just see flowers and trees

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TICK TOCK X 60

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TICK TOCK X 60

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One minute I'm hot, one minute I'm cold

One minute I'm timid, one minute I'm bold

If I do not like now, and the way I am in it

I just sit myself down and wait a darn minute.

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! YHPOSOLIHP

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! YHPOSOLIHP

When nothing seems real or true

Or harsh reality is crushing you

You feel so lost and blue

Philosophy!

It's a wonderful last resort

Almost like a challenging sport

When there is disorder in the court

Philosophy!

There's so many from which to choose

When things fall apart and we lose

Don't kill yourself with booze

Philosophy!

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NO ONE ASKED ME

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NO ONE ASKED ME

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I can't take sides in nature

Though I am mighty tempted to try

To root for the squirrel to escape

When the hawk dives down from the sky

But then I see that the hawk is a mother

With hungry babies to feed

It is not killing out of wickedness

It is killing out of need

I actually dislike the whole system

Nature red in tooth and claw

But it is how this whole thing works

This is Nature's ageless Law

So I back away from judgement

Though I think it's a crying shame

That nature's law is the law of the jungle

And we all play a part in this game.

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GREEN MAGIC

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GREEN MAGIC

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I see the Green Fairies

That live in the trees

The wind carries their laughter

As they dance in the breeze

So many Green Fairies!

They worship the Sun

In their pretty green garments

They love to have fun

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PATH TO PEACE

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PATH TO PEACE

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No matter how war torn the landscape may be

There is always a path to peace

When there is a conflict within or without

The fight over fighting won't cease

The goal must change from being right 

Living day after day of strife

To harmony and compromise

To just wanting a tranquil life

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HEN'S TEETH

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HENS TEETH

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The hardest thing, ever, to get

Either within or without

Is harmony and unity

And reassurance of our fear and doubt

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QUESTION ANSWERED

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QUESTION ANSWERED

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I have had to learn how to live with mystery

With not knowing, the Great Next

Crickets chirping as I look for answers

That never come

While I study and ponder the possibilities

The crickets continue to chirp 

Their secret cricket code 

With the very answers I have been seeking

They say "You are alive. Now is all there is. 

This is the answer, sacred and true.

Oh, and chirp chirp chirp  ......chirp  

Keep breathing."

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CLAYMATION

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CLAYMATION

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When I tumbled out of the kiln of childhood

I was half-baked

Undecorated, and unglazed

With a few very noticable cracks

In the base, rim and sides

Making the whole vessel

Rather unstable without some significant

Repairs by the patient Pottery Master 

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ME - OMANCY

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ME - OMANCY

When we listen to the words

Coming from out our mouths

The thoughts swirling around

Inside our high - rise heads

The longings and desires 

Of our transcendant hearts

The state and symptoms 

Of our striving enduring bodies

When we become aware 

Of these messages

We can observe and compile them

See patterns and connections

And divine a great deal of valuable information

About ourselves

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A-VOID

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A - VOID

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I came out of nothing, from nowhere

Conjured up from the Void

Outfitted with a body

Then plonked down in a world filled

With the crazy and profound

Tiny, helpless, at the mercy, or lack of mercy

Of the giants around me

I survivied, tried to thrive

Stayed alive

Long enough for the Void to be closer

To where I am headed than where I came from

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SCOPE

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SCOPE

There's a fly in every ointment

A mote in every eye

A bump or hole in every road

A thumb in every pie

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Though we can envision perfection

Perfection will not be

I gave up on a perfect world

To work on improving me

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CON - SEQUENCES

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CON - SEQUENCES

It's absolutely perfect!!!!!

Well, maybe not absolutely perfect

But it is almost perfect

Now that I look closer I can see

A few minor flaws and dings

It is terrific, nonetheless

Of course some things aren't so great

I can live with those

Except that one thing, that really has to change

Quite a big transformation really

To be acceptable

Right now this will never do

It is causing more problems than it solves

It has become a burden, a dead end

I must find my way out, escape, get away

Divest myself entirely of this highly unsuitable 

Situation I somehow find myself embroiled in

With all these unwanted consequences.

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TACTIC # 2

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TACTIC # 2

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Sometimes we don't have to win outright

Merely to persevere long enough

For the other side to give up

And wander off to who-knows-where.

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DO YOU HEAR ME YET?

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DO YOU HEAR ME YET?

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When youth finds its voice

It speaks for change

And they are willing to go to extremes

Being loud enough for the ears of the Ages 

To hear them 

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BUTTON BUTTON

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BUTTON BUTTON

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Her dress had nipple buttons

On the morning news

Of all the places for buttons

Why ever did they choose

To put two big perky buttons

They do nothing I can see

They just sewed two random buttons 

Where no buttons need to be.

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THE WATCHER

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THE WATCHER

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Children have milestones they must achieve

To show they are developing right

Crawling, toddling, saying a word

They grow in wisdom and might

I often wonder if we are like that

And a Watcher is watching us grow

Past teething pains and the terrible twos

Towards a destiny no one can know

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PRO - VISION

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PRO - VISION

We do things for money, we do things for love

We do things to save face

But a reason for some things we do

We do them just in case

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Just in case we need it later

Just in case something crashes

Just in case there's a rainy day

We save some resources, we update our lists

Just in case the unexpected comes our way

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JUDGEMENT IS FLUID

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JUDGEMENT IS FLUID

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When we make an error

We are not stuck

It might turn out anyway

If we have good luck

Or we can change our course

Start off anew

In a more promising direction

The one best for you

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THE BIG PICTURE

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THE BIG PICTURE

There are things I know

I don't know

Like a highly specialized skill

For example

I know I can't rebuild a transmission

Then there are things I don't know

I don't know

These things concern me

There might be vital information I need

But don't have

That I don't know enough to get

Therefore I welcome all new information

With open arms

Because I could find a missing piece of the puzzle

Figure something out, improve my approach

Or discover I am on the wrong path

I can adjust, change, regroup

I just need enough pieces to assemble

The big picture

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MOVING A MOUNTAIN

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MOVING A MOUNTAIN

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Sometimes success depends on speed

Sometimes careful planning is what we need

We need plans, then we need to choose

Exactly what tactics we will use

Personally, the one that fits

Is to break things down into bite sized bits

I can quickly do the first small thing

Then something inside me might kick in

The next thing occurs that I need to do

Little by little I finally get through

If I can't move a mountain, I will move a pebble

Til that mountain is moved and where it was is now level.

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SUM SUM SUMMERTIME

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SUM SUM SUMMERTIME

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Mosquitoes and bats and blood sucking leeches

These are the vampires among summer's creatures

Sharks and jellyfish live in the sea

With sharp teeth and stingers, they swim fearlessly

Bees and wasps will sting, if annoyed

Spiders can bite, venom employed

You can try to stay safe, but one thing is true

We are all part of nature, it will include you.

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KEEP THE FAITH

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KEEP THE FAITH

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When hope is not an option

All we have left to us

Is philosophy and curiosity

Seasoned by a twisted sense of humor

On a pile of grit and determination

Crunching under our feet like gravel

As we walk barefoot

Into the Unknown

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NOW NOW NOW

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NOW NOW NOW

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We can't be sure we remember things right

We can not predict the future

All we are sure of is this very minute

Reality's current structure

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Geology teaches things shift over time

Evolution shows they change form

Our histories have improved our skills

Where we are now seems the norm

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We can let go of mistakes from the past

We will face the future without dread

Right here, right now, we must focus our arts

With our pals, our hearts and our heads

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DING TO DOOR

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DING TO DOOR

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It was a windy day in the parking lot

And the shopping cart blew away

Picking up speed as it rolled downhill

The forces of nature at play

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Gravity, incline and gusting wind

Combined to create the disaster

The shopping cart stopped when it hit a Benz

Too bad the shopper chasing it wasn't faster

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No one is watching, no one around

The cart quickly hidden in the rack

The Benz owner returns, completely unaware

Of the shopping cart attack

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No songs are sung, no tales told

About that fateful day

When Newtonian forces and the Zephyrs combined

And the shopping cart got away

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VERDICT

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VERDICTS

When a person is on trial

Proof is provided on both sides

The question is innocence or guilt

Then the jury retires and decides

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One juror hears the innocent stuff

Another hears the guilty parts

They weren't just listening with their rational minds

But also with their hearts

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Our judgement is not impartial

No matter how hard we try

It is a collaboration 

Between head, and heart, and eye

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LETHAL CONTEMPT

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LETHAL CONTEMPT

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The Serial Killer will not kill his wife

Even though he is furious with her 

Because, if he killed his wife

It would be so obvious that he did it

But he is volatile, murderous, homicidal

What can he do with this roiling cauldron of hate?

Simple, he finds and kills women who remind him of his wife

Strangers who did nothing but bear a resemblance to the focus of his anger

And in the mind of the Serial Killer

These murders are not his fault

He places the blame squarely on his wife

Who drove him to squeeze the life out of the victims

Her shortfalls and failings forced his hand

Often the Serial Killer will take a trophy from the victim

Like a necklace

And insist his wife wear this token of his esteem

So he can look at it, when he looks at her face. 

Gloating over the irony of her wearing the symbol of her unknown complicity

He regards with smug satisfaction how she is stupidly unaware

Of his true nature

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NEWS FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

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NEWS FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

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I almost spilled my coffee today

And perhaps in an alternative universe 

I did spill my coffee

All over this notebook

Turning this poem into a soggy mess

Unreadable

So you would not be reading it right now

You would be doing something else

Which means that my reality is impacting yours

And the "something else" you might be doing

Could impact others, including me

A spiraling loop of our intermingled realities

The Dance of Existing in this reality or another

The dance floor might change

But the Dancer dances on to the music

Of the spheres

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