POLITICS

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POLITICS

Politics is like a very complex jigsaw puzzle

We have the lovely picture on the box

But once you take the lid off 

None of the pieces fit together

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ARE WE THERE YET?

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ARE WE THERE YET?

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As the wild optimism of youth

Slowly erodes away from the scouring sands of time

And numerous falls off the cliffs of disappointment

Have made us shrewd evaluators of situations

We have drawn in our minds an inner map

Of where to put the correct righteous effort

Into the most promising options

Thus we avoid the sudden edge of fantasy

Or the disheartening fall off the cliff called

"I should have known better."

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cosmic pictures

 

MEANINGLESS MEANINGLESSNESS

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MEANINGLESS MEANINGLESSNESS

Tornadoes don't care

Who is in their swathe of destruction

They don't have a plan or a hit list

Unless you believe in divine retribution

In which case the tornado is a weapon 

In the hands of an angry god

As a punishment for transgressions

Is meted out to the guilty

Who deserve to have their trailer

Plucked from the Earth and hurled back down in splinters

Kind of like slapping an unruly child so hard

They hit the wall

To teach them ...... what?

What does this teach anyone

Except to duck or seek shelter

When a tornado threatens

If the tornado is a weapon of the all - knowing god

Then obviously those who are ruined or killed 

Deserved it

But if the tornado is the random happenstance

Of weather conditions

Then those in the path deserve help and compassion

For their misfortune

While an impassive universe looks on

Not intervening at all

So it is up to us to help the victims of tornadoes

Hurricanes, wild fires, epidemics, droughts

Floods and lightning strikes

They did not cause their misfortune

Neither did a divine decree

They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time

Which can happen to anyone, at any time

For no apparent reason whatsoever

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HEAD IN THE CLOUD

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HEAD IN THE CLOUD

I read books and online content

To shop for thoughts to add

To my thought collection

And check for the expiration dates

Manufacturers recalls, or updates

On the thoughts I presently own.

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ANOTHER CHANCE

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ANOTHER CHANCE

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What happened to Lazarus

After he rose from the dead?

Was he glad to leave cosmic eternity

To come back to this world?

Did he see this as a chance to re-think

His life choices?

Did he return to his old ways?

Perhaps the same ways that pushed him over

The brink of death in the first place

Lazarus had the gift of life returned to him

I wonder what he did with this gift

What his thoughts were

As he stood in his stinking burial shroud

Blinking in the blessed bright sunlight

Of Bethany

On a day like no other day he had ever seen

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INVASIVE

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INVASIVE

Finding someone to blame for failure

Is not like being grateful to others

For our success

Because blaming others for failure

Admits that success was not within our power

To attain

Failure was a foregone conclusion

Any attemps are doomed to fizzle out

These thoughts are the very root of depression

Despair and defeat

We must not allow the invasive weed of blame 

To choke out the gardens of our success

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