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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