IRRECONCILABLE

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IRRECONCILABLE

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We might be able to agree that we don't agree

But little else

Yet we can behave in a civil manner

Unless we are dealing with a lunatic

Who weaponizes their opinion

Into some violent outburst

Then what do we do?

We can't reason with the unreasonable

We must use toddler tactics with the added benefit

That we are not responsible if they injure themselves

In their tempest filled teapot

Don't brawl with the Disagreeables

They are annoying at best and dangerous at worst

Mentally pat them on their little pointed heads

Get away from them, if they persist

Call Law Enforcement

Let the haters foam with fury

Someplace else, out of sight and out of mind

I could see peace instead of that

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SAFE ROOM

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SAFE ROOM

There is a room, a safe room

Where we can go, locking the unbreakable door

With an invincible lock

Quiet and calm, we feel peaceful and secure

In our pleasant room, decorated with everything

You find interesting, fun, comforting or inspiring

Stay as long as you want in your safe room

The ambient sound being what you need at that moment

Music, nature sounds, a gentle hum

No one can find you in your safe room

Once you close the door you are no longer in the world

You are outside of time, eternal, unrestricted by Earthly concerns

Where is this room?

It is in your mind.

Perhaps you haven't found it yet but it's there

Keep following the maze of thoughts

Trying each door along the way

One of them will open revealing your safe place

Worry, fear, anger, upset can all be shut out

Once the door closes you can know peace

Because you are finally safe and free.

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STORM CHASER

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STORM CHASER

There's a big red storm on Jupiter

Roiling along year after year

It looks dangerous with power

Since we're on Earth, we mostly don't care

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The big angry storm on Earth

Now that's a different story

It's been going on since the dawn of time

An Existential fury

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Like the storm on Jupiter

No place avoids its wrath

Unless we calm the troubles down

We might end up in its path

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Stop feeding precious energy

Into anger and outrage

Put that energy into ways

We all can grow and change

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We don't want the awful storms of war

To live lives of fight or flight

When we can manage to calm ourselves

We can set things right

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"THIS THOUGHT NO LONGER AVAILABLE"

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"THIS THOUGHT NO LONGER AVAILABLE"

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Download the new Thought Blocker app

It will let you pick and choose

Which thoughts you wish to scroll past

Which thoughts are of no use

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When an unproductive thought pops up

Thought Blocker goes into action

Check off the thoughts that are no good

Only keeping the ones that have traction

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Why be tortured with fear and regret?

Or terrorized by what might be

Thought Blocker lets all the worthy thoughts flow

Keeping your mind peaceful and free

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THEMS THE BRAKES

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THEMS THE BRAKES

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We can make up our minds in an instant

Or we could take several years

We can only make a decision

When the path and object are clear

The mighty train of our will

Propels us down the tracks

What if we have to change course?

What if we discover new facts?

That is the time for action

To map out a new direction

Regret over lost time and treasure

Can come later with much introspection

The single most important thing

When we see this is the wrong way

Is to figure out the right train of thought

To get us to a much better day.

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SINNER PEACE

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SINNER PEACE

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How do we make peace with past mistakes?

First we realize that no one is perfect.

We didn't raise ourselves 

The family and community we grew up in had certain dynamics

That sculpted how we acted, thought, felt

That might not have fit who we really are

Minds can be scarred with worry, fear, trauma

There was no way to get to where we are now

Without having wandered in the Wilderness of Confusion

Our regrets are our lessons

If we learn them we can graduate, move on

More centered, grounded, our awareness heightened

To a wiser more responsible level

It is this point we fully realize our mistakes

Because we are better people - making our mistakes

As irrelevant as an old textbook that has since been updated and revised

Dozens of times

We passed the test, learned the lesson

Upgraded our standards for ourselves

Now it is time to accept the new improved version of ourselves

We start behaving the ways we want to behave

There is nothing more peaceful, more beneficial to society

Than people who are consciously trying to do good

People who live calm loving lives like us

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ONE FOOT IN THE FOREST PRIMEVAL

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ONE FOOT IN THE FOREST PRIMEVAL

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Survival is a strategy devised by the individual

Supported by the herd, performed in a special environment

We don't want to find ourselves in the wrong place

Or be in the right place at the wrong time

Each living being has an instinct to survive

It warns us of danger, to stay alert

Ready to spring into action should a threat appear

Humans can get lulled into a false sense of security

Surrounded by the gaudy trappings of civilization

But behind the indoor plumbing and antibiotics

We can get caught up in a trap, make unhealthy decisions

Often through no fault of our own

Yet many dangers can be foreseen

Humans are the best foreseers, predictors, planners

First we prioritize survival just as a deer in the woods

Avoiding predators, staying quick and strong

Ready to bolt, fight, hide, run for our lives

We are part of nature

Nature's Number One imperative is survival

To live and love another day under the sun and stars

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