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THE SILLIEST GROWN-UP EVER
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Every child should be prepared
To meet their first predator
That charming fun grown up that has everyone fooled
Who is a monster behind closed doors
Warn the child that some grown-ups are crazy
They want a little child as a boyfriend or girlfriend
Laugh about this super silly grown up
Who might want a three year old as a girlfriend
Then tell them how to get away
By acting really sick to their stomach
Moaning "I am going to puke"
Because no one wants a puking child except those who protect the child
Impress on the child the most important part
That they tell a guardian about the silliest grown up ever
The one that wants a child as a girlfriend
The innocence of the child must be protected
Guarded as a priceless treasure, a sacred thing
The little ones that are in our vigilant care
Amidst the silliest grown-ups ever.
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ABHOR
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There is a force in nature
Undefined and perhaps unstudied
A force that reacts to a clean table top
By immediately covering it with clutter
No matter how many times things are removed and put away
More things appear to take their place
We know that Nature abhors a vacuum
It also seems to abhor a clean surface.
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PAVING THE WAY
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A spirit of confidence is necessary to succeed
We can not be confident we will succeed
However, we can be confident we will try
Make a good faith effort, an honest attempt
To do the right things, lay down the right foundations
Making the way broad and even for things to work out
For the best, and in our favor.
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MADE UP
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At some point in my various manifestations
I started to think of my make-up as "War paint"
Then, of course, it was only a matter of time
Before I stopped wearing it altogether.
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THE BALLAD OF EXISTENTIAL DREAD
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Oh Existential Dread, Existential Dread
You kicked in the door and took over my head
I finally drove you out, but I know you will be back
So I am preparing myself for the next
Existential Dread attack.
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FLIGHT
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I have never lost my taste for freedom
When the day came that I finally broke free
I flew away like a bird that had envisioned an open cage door
Her whole life
I learned to fly further and further
I land on the blossoming branch
Of each new day, and the taste of freedom
Is like honey from the comb.
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PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK
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It must be hard for women in authority
Like a police officer
If they have
A "My Little Pony" voice.
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BETTER THAN HOPE
Better than hope is fierceness
Because I can be fierce
Even when I am without much hope
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BIT BY BIT
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Chicken Little has nothing on me
When it comes to freaking out
The smallest hint can trigger panic
Mortal dread and much self-doubt
When common sense fails, where do I turn
When I have a Chicken Little fit?
I have dear friends and I have wise books
To calm me down bit by bit
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TRIED AND TRUE
The more experience I have
The more faith I have in some things
The less faith I have in others
Some failed the test more than once
So I can not count on them
But others have come through like a champ
The resources I carry within my mind
Have proven the most valuable and reliable
I turn to them first, the Center, the hub
Of all the wisdom I have tried to gather
In the fragile reed basket I call "me".
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THE UNKNOWN
It might be OK or it might not be OK
But do I have to be miserably fearful
Every step of the way?
NO WAY!!
I can tune out the chorus of worries
I can use my powers of mind
To imagine what can go right
I can visualize everything working out great
I can use my body to redirect fight or flight energy
Into added vigor towards my healthy happy activities
I can breathe deeply, tense and relax muscle groups
Play a soothing little game like Solitaire
I can use my voice and get help and encouragement from others
I can use my hand to write a poem in a little notebook
Sharing my immediate experience with others
Who might also be struggling with their own worries
Together we will ignore the Council of Fears
And listen to the sweet calm voice of reason
The voice of hope, the voice of "I can get through this."
The calm soothing voice of reassurance and love
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WELLNESS
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This morning I had a routine blood test
It was painless and quick
If this is to maintain my wellness
Why did I scare myself sick?
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DEMON EAT DEMON
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Evil will gnaw away at Good
Until there is no Good left
We must thwart Evil, but how?
Through cleverness.
We trick Evil into attacking other Evils
Which should be easy because Evil loves to attack
And Evil isn't all that smart
So if we play our cards right
We can turn one Evil against another
Let them fight to the death.
Or learn that Evil isn't working out for them
And switch sides.
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NATURE SPEAKS
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The owl hoots goodbye to the night
The rooster heralds in a new day
Just as I must bid farewell to the past
Because new adventures are coming my way.
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PRECARIOUS
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I know I live in a house of cards
That could topple and fall in the slightest breeze
Yet here I am living in my house of cards
And today is the day I must seize.
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YONDER
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When my imagined life and my real life
Come closer together, my happiness increases
I must keep my imaginings positive
Inspiring, encouraging, open to improvement
So when my life moves in that direction
I will benefit from the change.
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GLOBAL
A pyramid here, a pyramid there
Pyramids pyramids everywhere
Apparently people in many lands
Thought "Oh let's build a pyramid, it will be grand."
They spent lots of money, they spent lots of time
To build a huge pyramid according to design
But whose design is it? That's what I want to know
Who thought up a pyramid a long time ago?
Not only that one, but here and there
Pyramids popping up everywhere
We don't build them now, so that time has past
But the pyramids remain, they were built to last.
The questions remain, we guess at the answers
About what had inspired our distant ancestors.
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THE CRUNCH
Part of me wants to know everything
But right now I only know enough to cause dismay
Since I can't regain my pure innocence
I must eat from the Apple of Knowledge every day.
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NOTHING TO ENVY
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I try to imagine who, in this complicated uncertain life
Does not, at one time or another, get a raw deal.
Who does not get cheated, lied to, forced to act against our will?
I try to imagine who has this perfect life
I picture someone attractive, living in wealth and ease
A talent of the human mind is to imagine this, but it might not be true
Surely illness and problems arise for everyone
And the mighty do fall hard and fast sometimes
I suspect no one has, or ever had, a trouble free life
But what if they did, what if every moment of theirs was golden?
How would that change our own struggles to improve our lives?
Our community, and even the world.
The lucky ones (if they exist) live in our minds
Where we can easily evict them, and put a needed plan of action
In place for the betterment of our own circumstances
We will fight for fairness until fairness is achieved
In the meantime, let us look at our lives with favor
Give ourselves the very best chance to succeed.
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PATCHWORK
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Some days I am held together by safety pins
Rubber bands, hair clips, band aids,
And some kind of tape
Somedays I am held together by
Only a wing and a prayer
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ZIP ZILCH NADA
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I have refined my theories over the years
Pared them down to be simpler, more on point
Until the theories were finally whittled down
To nothing, and disappeared altogether
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UNTHINKABLE
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Some things don't bear thinking about
And I have become very efficient
At not thinking about them
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RAZZLE DAZZLE
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If there was a diamond in someone's shoe
They would not appreciate its beauty
It would annoy them, perhaps causing them to limp
Until they can remove the shoe and dump the diamond
In the dust by the side of the road.
Yet, it is not a valueless pebble
It was in the wrong place therefore deemed worse than valueless
In the right setting the diamond would shine, be appreciated
A valuable heirloom, an inheritance to be passed down
Admired by all.
Sometimes a person is like that diamond
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
Annoying, devalued, dumped in the dust
That person deserves the best setting to showcase
Their facets of inner splendor, the Glorious Light
Reflected in a thousand colors, a thing of beauty
Treasured, valued, protected
Now that it is seen for what it truly is.
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BEHOLD
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I found a chink in my wall of thoughts
I tried to take a peek through the hole
It wasn't big enough to see through yet
But seeing what's there is my goal
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DON'T FENCE ME IN
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Not every horse can be ridden
Or made to pull a plow
Be hitched up to a wagon
Race around to rope a cow
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Some horses need to run free
All joys and perils unconfined
The thunder of hooves that no one owns
Mane blowing in the wind
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DIVINE SPARK
Few things are more insubstantial as a thought
Yet thoughts have formed and fueled civilization
Progress, expansion and personal comfort
Because a thought can become an idea
An idea becomes an invention
And inventions have altered the world we live in
For better or worse
The food we eat, the air we breathe
Our place in the Universe
Everything has changed and will keep changing
Sculpted by the minds of creative humans
So if you don't have another thing, you have thoughts
Those thoughts are raw material which can be formed into
Ideas, realizations, insights, a glimpse of the Truth
Like a bolt of lightning from the heavens
The divine spark with the power to change
Everything
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ALIENS HAVEN'T KILLED US
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Aliens haven't killed us
We might be delicious
The Earth might be a treasure trove of natural resources
Our planet might be ideal for colonization
Yet aliens haven't killed us
Probably for the same reason that we don't travel to South America
Hack our way through dense jungles
Until we find one specific ant
And stomp on it
But we have not done that
Sought out and killed one insignific-ant
Because it is simply not worth the effort
There would be no compelling advantage gained
And the ant is virtually anonymous
Invisible in the vast expanse of jungle
Not the focus of a civilization so advanced they seem magical
Once in a while a scientist might assemble an exploration team
To fight their way through the obstacles
At great expense and effort
To observe the ants in their natural environment
Or even abduct one
Swooping down from above with bright lights and scientific equipment
Which would be alarming and mysterious to the other ants
If they were capable of wondering what happened to
One of them, and if one was returned
What a strange unbelievable tale they would tell
Of being lifted up, taken to some sterile laboratory
And examined inside and out
I think we might benefit from being quiet, unnoticed
Unobserved, in our travels around the Milky Way
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ON BEGINNING TO READ MOBY DICK
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Sometimes I don't know what I am going to write
Or if I have anything to say at all when I put pencil to paper
Usually one part of me or another has something to say
And I wait, pencil poised like an idea harpoon
Wait until a thought breeches the surface
Then I strike, while thinking jubilantly
"Thar she blows! Thar she blows!"
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