NO GPS IN WONDERLAND

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NO GPS IN WONDERLAND

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Down the rabbit hole little Alice fell 

Until she landed in a topsy turvey heap

There were many new worlds to explore

Wonderland's mystery is infinitely deep

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But this is nothing compared to us

As we go about our ordinary day

Over and over another rabbit hole comes along

As we make our cautious way

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One rabbit hole might be a sketchy investment

Another might be romance

Trying an addictive substance

Every new opportunity a chance

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To explore something completely different

Take off in a whole new direction

Where it goes is anyone's guess

We hope to make the next right connection

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WIN WIN WINTER

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WIN WIN WINTER

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I have begun wearing things that are thermal

Putting oil on anything dermal

Lip balm for chapped lips

A long coat covers hips

And apples dripping with caramel

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TWADDLE

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TWADDLE

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In the Land of Foolishness and Nonsense

The person with a lick of common sense

Will have an intellectual advantage

And can even help others if only

They will listen and heed the voice of Common Sense

Which, of course, they will not

Ever ever ever.

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INDELIBLE INK

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INDELIBLE INK

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Some people think that karma is in the future

But I know its foundation is in the past

When I think about good things I did

A good feeling comes that will last

When I think of my misbehavior

When I fell short of my kindness goals

I feel bad about doing that

Yet I can not ever ever rewrite those scrolls.

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THE LAND OF GIANTS

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THE LAND OF GIANTS

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I used to live in a land of giants

I was small, unsteady and weak

I could hardly reach anything

My voice was a little squeak

The giants ran everything in Big Land

They were scary as scary could be

I learned to avoid all the giants

In the end they could barely see me

They were large and loud and forceful

I was small and quiet and meek

They had all the angry words to say

I could hardly speak

I left the Land of Giants

And all the rules they made

I'm no longer shy and compliant

But most of all - I am no longer afraid.

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THE WAR IS WON IN THE GENERAL'S TENT

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THE WAR IS WON IN THE GENERAL'S TENT

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The General who is a pessimist

Is defeated before he's begun

Yet if the General is too optimistic

He won't know when to turn and run

But if the General is a realist

He will live in the vital moment

While adjusting plans and strategies

And figuring out his opponent

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BLAME GAME

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BLAME GAME

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We all can plainly see

The many woes and wrongs in our world

The unfairness, the fragile structures of life

Becoming smoking rubble

The blood, the wailing ...

Oh yes

We all see the horror life can bring

We all agree these things are heartbreaking

Wrong, even Evil

Therefore we must all be united in fixing these wrongs

Right?

Wrong.

The reason we can not immediately swarm in with help and comfort

Is because we must first stop and figure out who to blame

And we all blame the Other Guy

Which might be perfectly justified

But how does that help? 

The Blame Game becomes the focus

As if affixing blame will somehow work magically

To fix everything

Blame fixes nothing, helps no one, puts food in not one mouth

Binds up no wounds, dries no one's tears

If we can't give up our addiction to blame

Then for Goodness sake let's postpone it

Until we fix the problem, care for the injured

Relocate the dispossessed, Restore peace and harmony

Like the law has always maintained, fix the problem

Total the cost, and then legally assign blame and restitution 

In a court of law where blame actually serves a function

To begin the healing process, pay for the tort, and restore order.

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