LAST LIGHT

 

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LAST LIGHT

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I hope he has a moment of clarity

As the sand in his hourglass runs out

And in this moment of clarity

He sees the life he could have had

The good he could have done

The lives he could have changed for the better

I hope he sees the wreckage in his wake

The broken and ruined tributes 

To an ego clothed in lust and greed

I hope he fully realizes that money and power

Will never fill the place of love and kindness

The light of understanding calls him home

But here, here, he will not be missed at all

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HINDSIGHT

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HINDSIGHT 

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CRACK!  

In the wind and the rain

A tall and mighty pine tree broke

The top of the tree came down  

With a crash that shook the ground 

It fell in two different directions 

Fallen, never to rise again

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Many years ago the tree top divided in two

Bifurcated

Perhaps to gain an advantage 

By absorbing twice as much sunlight

Beating the rivals that crowded in to compete

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But now it becomes apparent, obvious

All these years later

That the strategy of splitting in two 

Created a vulnerability 

That led to the death of the majestic tree 

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It was just a matter of time and the right storm 

To bring about its fatal and dramatic end.

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DSM UPDATE

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DSM UPDATE

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Something psychology has completely missed

Is diagnosing those that are chronically pissed

They do their rageful aggressive dance

They think they are victims of circumstance

The system has failed them, insight is naught

Cause fussing and fighting is all they were taught

Won't listen to reason, won't look at proof

With blood pressured fury that's right through the roof

Responsibility absent, empathy nonexistent

The most you can say is that they are consistent

Vile and nasty, a hot temper that flares

Their unhappiness is everyone's fault but theirs

We might not be able to tame their rage

I just avoid them like the plague

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WHAT I ASSUME ABOUT YOU

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WHAT I ASSUME ABOUT YOU

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You are doing the best you can

When you learn how to do something better

You do it better

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You do things for a reason

Your reasons need only apply to you

I don't need to understand them

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You feel drawn to a higher purpose

Keeping your nose to the grindstone is practical

But adding to the good and kindness in the world

Is your real goal

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Art and nature are vitally important to you

On a daily basis

Music, paintings, forests and clouds

All draw your attention

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You think about the nature of reality

You live the examined life, the only game

Worth the candle

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RELAY

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RELAY

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The cup that quenches my thirst

For wisdom and knowledge

Will be tightly held during my entire life's journey

Until it falls to the path

For the next curious soul to wander by

And pick up

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MEDIAN

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MEDIAN

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Can there be an us without a them?

Do we just keep going or begin again?

There are so many questions but answers are few

What is right for me might be wrong for you

Can there be more directions than left or right?

Can problems be solved without a fight?

Perhaps the best path to be found 

Is to tolerate others but stand your ground.

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IF YOU EAT A PICKLE

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IF YOU EAT A PICKLE

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If you eat a pickle, or if you ate one yesterday

This affects me not at all

You can eat a pickle anytime anywhere

And my life will go on normally

Unless I have been brainwashed since birth

To think of pickles as evil, an abomination

Tools of Satan to lure unwary innocents

To the road to ruin

Then I will be offended if I see a pickle

I will be outraged if mention of pickles is within my hearing

I will judge pickle eaters as unworthy 

I will suspect my neighbor of secretly eating pickles

In the privacy of their home

And condemn anyone who stops in the pickle aisle

As minions of societal collapse. 

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