NEWS FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

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NEWS FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

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I almost spilled my coffee today

And perhaps in an alternative universe 

I did spill my coffee

All over this notebook

Turning this poem into a soggy mess

Unreadable

So you would not be reading it right now

You would be doing something else

Which means that my reality is impacting yours

And the "something else" you might be doing

Could impact others, including me

A spiraling loop of our intermingled realities

The Dance of Existing in this reality or another

The dance floor might change

But the Dancer dances on to the music

Of the spheres

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ARLINGTON

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ARLINGTON

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Arlington National Cemetery 

Is a thorn in the Confederacy's side

It once belonged to Robert E Lee

A source of Confederate pride

Lee had slaves and riches

Until the Union came in 1861

They freed the Arlington slaves

But they were nowhere done

They buried the Union fallen

Right outside the door 

In Mary Lee's rose garden

Before they won the war

They trashed the Southern mansion

Started the endless sea of graves

Set up a sanctuary

For the newly freed slaves

Today, if you go to Washington DC

You can see the somber cemetary

Now a sacred national resting place

For the brave that are honorably buried

The Confederates don't want this reminder

Of their mistakes and their defeat

They don't want to look at it

And the message that it speaks

A great big gaudy hideous arch

Would block the line of sight

Of our dignified national cemetery

Because the Union won the fight

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BREAKING NEWS

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BREAKING NEWS

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Here is the news from the Multiverse

Things could be better, things could be worse

A path appears, then it's gone

The mindful timeline you are on

Grab the wheel, hold the reins

Steer your thoughts towards goals and gains

You can create what your mind's eye sees

The Master of your reality

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YOUR NEIGHBOR IN HADES

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YOUR NEIGHBOR IN HADES

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He mows his lawn with an assault rifle

She dries her underwear in the salad spinner

They throw pinecones at the squirrels

And have cold beer for dinner

Hell is other people

We know karma to be true

So in life be respectful of others

Lest the Bickersons move in next to you

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CHILL BLAMES

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CHILL BLAMES

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I read the paper, I watch the news

Hoping and wishing the Strait of Hormuz

Soon opens wide after all this moil

So this winter I can afford heating oil

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SPECK IN THE DISTANCE

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SPECK IN THE DISTANCE

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A crazy old baboon

Climbed up the tallest tree

Declared himself king of it all

Ruler of all he could see

Hardly anyone listened 

To what he had to say

Then a mighty eagle swooped down

Carried him clean away

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(IN) TANGIBLE

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(IN) TANGIBLE

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Give me a pencil! Give me paper!

Before my thoughts dissolve like vapor

Thoughts float around like waking dreams

Running a program behind the scenes

I don't know what I'm thinking about

Til I write thoughts down. then I find out.

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