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PRIORITIES

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I did not write a 

Poem today

Instead, I did my laundry

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INVOCATION

Here I am, New Day

With my many foibles and flaws

Please guide all my thoughts and actions

Towards a good and worthy cause.

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EQUALS EQUALS EQUALS

Which are more problematic

Women or men?

Whichever one you choose

Better think again.

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EVALUATION PROCEDURE #1

Meeting someone new

I run a preliminary diagnostic analysis on them

As we chat

Glad that my clip board and checklists

Are invisible

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ET IN ILLIS

Up and at 'em

That's my motto

Except at bedtime

When I'm blotto

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THE INS AND OUTS

Sometimes I feel out of it

Out of mainstream culture

Hustle and bustle, politics

Competition, conspicuous consumption

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Sometimes I feel in it

The moment, nature

The Universe, the groove

A book, the good graces of my Higher Self

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If I don't know if I'm coming or going

It's okay

Both are suitable directions for me.

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LIAR TRAINING

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When harsh punishment is a threat 

For the many mistakes and learning experiences a child 

Naturally has as they navigate their way towards maturity

That child becomes separated from day to day reality

Because the larger and more immediate reality

Of fear causes them to triangulate the tale of actual events

With the current threat and the answers that they hope 

Will deflect, neutralize, invent or mold the truth

Into something non-punishable.

Truth is the collateral damage to the threat the child lives with

And the skill of lying is honed and polished until

Truth, sliced up and reinvented, dissected gossamer thin 

 Virtually disappears, a chasm widening each day

Between the child's grasp of reality and the fear induced lies

The clever child needs for self-protection

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