STAR BRIGHT

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STAR BRIGHT

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If you study history

It clears up the mystery

Of why things are the way they are

Yet the common denominator

Is the hope that now, or later 

We have peace while wishing on a star

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JUSTIN CASE

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JUSTIN CASE

I was looking at my wardrobe

Asking myself "Are you ever going to wear this?"

About each item hanging there

I thought "Ever is a looong time, and life can take many unexpected

Twists and turns. I better hang on to this just in case."

So I am keeping my silly Christmas sweater, the Patriots tee shirt

My SpongeBob pajamas, patient gown, Hazmat gear, prom dress

Spiked battle jacket, frilly apron, ninja leotard, invisibility cloak

Bullet proof vest, space suit, and Vampire Hunting Outfit

Because one never knows, do one?

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HIGH DEFINITION

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HIGH DEFINITION

Politeness begets politeness

Calm reason lowers the level of chaos

If it does not

The polite calm one is a clear and obvious contrast 

To the rude lout on the other side of what could have been

A reasonable and perhaps beneficial interpersonal transaction

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CUP OF HAPPINESS

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CUP OF HAPPINESS

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Becoming miserable by trying to become happy

Is like pouring water over your head trying to become dry

Instead -

The search could just be a straight beeline towards the golden flower

Of Happiness

Which might be quite different than what one imagines

Imagined happiness might require a lot of things our egos flash

Before our eyes

But real happiness might be something completely different

It might be noticing a ray of sunlight on a red fall leaf

It might be that first restoring sip of tea

Happiness is not restricted to only certain people

With certain things, no, happiness is often just a matter

Of removing the obstacles to happiness, like wrong thinking

Wrong choices, or being in the wrong place

Happiness is something that happens to the mind

At peace with itself, to the body that is well treated

To the gumption that does what it can, where it can

To be kind and mindful to others and ourselves

Happiness is not a complex maze of accomplishments and gain

It is just the natural state of our inner children who want to play

Running through a field of flowers, holding the golden flowers of happiness

That most sought-after prize, in our hands.

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CHOREOGRAPHY

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CHOREOGRAPHY

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I feel as if I am one united being

Mind, body, personality all seem to be one indivisible creature

This is actually not true, I am endlessly divisible

Right down to the electrons in the atoms of my 37.2 trillion cells

The tiny electrical storms in my brain, the hope I carry in my heart

Looked at one way I am one whole entity

But I am also many things working together in harmony

A Mystery run by Command Central which oversees the indivisible invisible.

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MISS REPRESENTATION

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MISS REPRESENTATION

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As a child I read fairy tales about the witch in the woods

The stories often portrayed the witch as evil

Green, warty, toothless, cackling while she cooked children

In a big cauldron

Even as a little kid I knew this was completely wrong

I knew the witch in the woods took in lost children

Protected them, kept them from those that would consume them

With horrifying tales of hell and damnation

She showed the children that nature was their friend

Something children instinctively know

That those who would destroy nature, take but never give back

They are the danger, not the wild woman

The woman who knows her own mind

Who does not bend to the will of those that would define her

As second, less than, a vessel for the uses of an agenda

When I was a child, I did not understand how a woman ended up

Living away from the dense population with her herbs, spells, and candles

But when my foot finally found my path

I knew that this was the life I wanted, the life I needed

What a blessing it is to get to the gentle embrace of the trees

The warmth of the sun, the fresh breeze blowing off the mountain

Celebrating nature's bounty and harvest this holy time of year

When the veil thins, and the energy renews to face winter and hope

Hope for spring, flowers, bunnies, and new green leaves.

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THE HAUNTED MIND

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THE HAUNTED MIND

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The haunted mind, filled with ghosts from the past

Has fantastic visions of what could, or should, have been

The haunted mind makes dire predictions for the future

Yet is stuck in the past where nothing can be changed

Except our interpretatations of what happened

Instead of predicting the future, 

The haunted mind needs to interpret the past 

To look in a magic mirror and see how young and naive you were

How the odds were stacked against you

How bravely you tried, your motives driven by hurt and fear

How very far you have come

Predict your survival, predict developing wisdom and skill

The candle of clarity will drive the ghosts from the haunted mind

So you may enter every room in your castle and find them swept bare

Ready for today, for the now, where no ghost can follow.

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