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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TINY SEED

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TINY SEED

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Tiny seed

I wish you get a chance at life

Fall on fertile ground

Feel gentle rain, warm sun

Light breezes

I hope no hungry jaws

Careless footsteps

Droughts or floods

Hamper your growth

Tiny brave seedling

One day I hope you might

Reach for the sky.

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EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING

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EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING

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Somewhere between mercy and vengeance

Is the grey fogbank of indifference

The apathy that blots out the whole situation

The sharp sigh that cuts the tether

So we are free to drift off to new worlds

Of wonder

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GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT

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GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT

The Higher Self is the midwife that waits

To deliver the stricken lower self from the womb of obsession

To stand in the birth chamber of compulsion

And bring consciousness safely back into the light 

Heralding the rebirth of knowledge, inner strength and new purpose

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RULE-ETTE

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RULE-ETTE

Life is a great big casino

Each day we win and lose

But we can cash in our chips for wisdom

Whenever and however we choose

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