PLAN B

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PLAN B

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The vulnerabilities of a system become obvious

When there is a failure - sometimes a catastrophic failure

Of the current system

So if you have failed, even spectacularly

Over a long time

YOU ARE NOT THE FAILURE

The system might have failed

Perhaps a flawed system, perhaps misdirected efforts

On our part, based on the information available

At that particular point in time

There is a weak point in any plan

Which can be analyzed and fixed

As long as you don't become the failure

You can become the fixer and overhaul the thing

Or put it in the round file

A new path to success always opens up

For the resilient one

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KNOWLEDGE IS POWER

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KNOWLEDGE IS POWER

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Nobody wants to be the fly in the ointment

The traffic jam on the highway of life

The pimple on the ass of progress

We mostly go along to get along

Preferring to not rock the boat and make waves

Until

A real and credible threat

Rears it's ugly unconstitutional head

Then we are prepared to stand up

And use every tool we can muster

Oh we might look like ordinary citizens

Going about our daily routines

In our chest beats the heart of a Patriot

We are a hidden militia, hidden in plain sight

We will not give up our rights without a fight

If we must take to the streets we will - to express

Our dissatisfaction with government actions

We hold these truths dear to our hearts and mind

Together

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GRATITUDE/ ATTITUDE/ PLATITUDE

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GRATITUDE/ ATTITUDE/ PLATITUDE
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"This could work to your advantage"

I say to encourage myself

When events take a sudden turn

"No one can foretell the future"

I reassure myself when things look alarming

"Every cloud has a silver lining"

Words like a clapperless bell, but I repeat them anyway

"Where there's life there's hope"

This is embroidered over the heart

Of the ragged teddy bear of philosophy

I drag along behind me everywhere I go

A teddy bear named "All Is Not Lost"

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HERE COMES THE SUN

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HERE COMES THE SUN

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When Ego pays us a visit

Everything must go their way

Because they have Main Character Syndrome

They are the star of the play

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Just when you start to get sick of them

You've had about all you can take

They can steer you off the course of reality

Because everything about them is fake

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It is best not to confront Ego

Best to just smile and nod

Until you can escape their orbit

Even if elsewhere is flawed

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It is still better than being a hostage

When the ego's agenda is done

Then suddenly everything's brighter

Cause they have stopped blocking the Sun

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The Sun, the actual main character 

Shines warmly on you and on me

It is a wonderful equality teacher

And always the sunlight is free

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TIME OUT

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TIME OUT
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What we all know now

Is not what we all knew three hundred years ago

Or three thousand years ago

What we all know now

Is not what we will all know

Three hundred years from now

Or three thousand years from now

So, I hold what I know in this moment loosely

Letting it slide, giving it slack

Because knowledge is constantly on the move

We can but follow the flow

Knowing that knowing is just an illusion

A mirage

Existing only in this moment

Shifting with the sands of time

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PARTYING WAYS

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PARTYING WAYS

A demon stopped by for a cup of regret

And a thick slice of fault and blame

But I've had this pointless party before

I'm done playing this losing game

So I picked up my broom

Chased this grey imp of doom

Right out the ever-loving door.

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UNARMED

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UNARMED

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Two guys went out on a Saturday night

Had a lot to drink, got into a fight

They threw a few ineffective punches, wasn't much of a fray

They apologized and laughed about it the very next day

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Two other guys went out on a Saturday night

They had words about something, got into a fight

Since they both had guns they had a shoot out

The guns made a difference, I have no doubt

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We have our rights, but we also have sense

Why bring out your gun to win a fight?

Someone can always take offense

But a bullet can't decide who's right

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