TRICKERY DICKORY DOC

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TRICKERY DICKORY DOC

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"Let's you and him fight" 

Is one of the oldest tricks in the book

Filling your mind with outrageous tales

Before you have had a chance to look

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The strident spin doctors can get away with anything

If your attention is directed at shadows and invisible foes

If no one is questioning the basis of these stories

Then no one sees and no one knows

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We all sense there is a lot going on

In secret behind the scenes

This leads to worry insecurity paranoia

We want to know what it all means

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Don't get pre-riled before you see

The actual impact of what will be

Save your outrage and anger

At things you experience personally

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Don't join that credulous army

Things can be interpreted in many ways

Listen, research, but don't believe

Anything a professional fear monger says

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BOO BOO

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BOO BOO 

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Have you ever had a sore finger or toe?

You seem to bump it into things whereever you go

It seems like everything conspires to hit it

That poor sore sensitive digit

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You ask yourself "How can this be?

Everything seems to be targeting me."

It is the same when anger unaccountably flares

Something we experienced has touched a sore place in there

Deep in our feelings where old hurts hide

And something touches that sore spot inside

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We can tend directly to the wound once we find it

Apply the soothing balm of comprehension and bind it

With a growth philosophy of full responsibility

We treat our past injuries so they are not disabilities

Then our old wounds can finally heal

We will not suffer if it's no big deal

Look for your boo boos, not who to blame

Because healing and growing are the name of the game.

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WHAT? WHAT?

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WHAT? WHAT?

What causes two generals

Who face a common foe

Who need to coordinate their efforts

Because things are touch and go

What causes these mighty generals

In this dire situation

Then turn and fight with each other

What can be their motivation?

They undermine each other

They disagree and more

When their joint cooperation is essential

To fight and win the war

What rises in their minds

To eclipse the primary fact

That in order to be successful

They must join forces and attack

The enemy, not each other

A common cause should make them friends

Yet they squabble and they bicker

Forgetting about their common ends

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CLEARLY PASSIVE

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CLEARLY PASSIVE

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The same window I look through to see the renewing moon

Is the same window I look through to see the sun shine

I also see storms and dense grey fog

The scene changes all the time

These things don't cause the window to change

Either the viewer or the view

It doesn't hold on to the past

Every moment is startling new

We can make our minds like that window

We can simply observe and see

The sceneries present in this moment

This sets our minds free

We do not need to fear the spectacle

Of what is roiling away out there

We can stay safely inside and observe it

So come, let's just be observant and aware

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A NEW BEGINNING

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A NEW BEGINNING

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Sometimes it's "the rosy fingers of dawn"

Sometimes it's "red sky at morning, sailor take warning"

There's no way to tell as the vermillion floods out the night

Even for a seasoned voyager

So batten your hatches me hardies

Raise your sails, fly your Jolly Rodger

Off we go towards the radiant light 

That forecasts meaning to our day 

An uncharted land in unexplored waters

And we, the intrepid crew, ready to man the guns

Or hunt for treasure, we are bound for adventure

On these flame-colored waves 

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GOOD BETTER BEST

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GOOD BETTER BEST

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Just let them do what they're doing

Even if you see they might be making a mistake

Unless someone asks you specifically how to manage

There is no way in creation you can make

Someone see your solid informed reasoning

Clothed in your time tested philosophy

Their attitude is that they don't need 

To be less like themselves and more like me

Just let them do what they're doing

Pat them on their little pointed heads

While they are still learning and growing

Invest your wise efforts on you instead

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PLAGUE OF CONTEMPT

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PLAGUE OF CONTEMPT

There have been plagues throughout history

How they start is often a mystery

They suddenly end, we don't know why

We're sitting ducks until the next plague sweeps by

But there is one plague currently in play

That we can eliminate by what we say

A plague of contempt is clouding the land

It keeps snowballing, getting out of hand

It starts with a person angered to distraction

They don't want words, they want action

They are so desperate to get their point across

Civility, manners and kindness are lost

In a snarky tone sarcastic words are spoken

Meant to wound, the tirade is a token

Of the complete and utter contempt they extend

Towards someone who thinks differently from them

What is this meanness meant to achieve?

Here is what I think and believe -

The sarcastic ones are actually insecure

They are inflamed but not really sure

If their theories are workable and right

So instead of "time will tell" they pick a fight

With any opinion that might give them pause

To question their rightness or their cause.

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