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Humanity longs to be free,
not knowing the longing itself.
Humanity longs to be loved,
not knowing freedom itself.
Humanity longs to give aid,
not knowing to help itself.
Humanity longs to know itself,
not knowing itself afraid.
Humanity longs to be brave,
not knowing courage itself.
Humanity longs to be itself,
not knowing it longs to belong.
Humanity longs to love itself,
not knowing
love is the longing.
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Green bananas today
Yellowing tomorrow
Freckled skin peels away
Bruises show the sorrow
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The fruit reveals the call
No time left to borrow
The sun slips down to fall
Night ascends to mellow
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Anger is brief madness and,
unchecked, become protracted madness,
bringing shame and even death.
-Petrarch
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Hold it now,
right there!
Nurture it,
but beware.
Harbor it,
a slow ferment.
Pity though
the time spent.
It takes root.
Now it grows
from your head
to your toes.
Spreading fast
to the marrow,
sharper than
a poison arrow.
To the top,
through your brain,
it will drive you
two insane.
Can’t see straight?
Wonder why?
Take revenge,
blind your eye!
~Enemy~
banged your gong.
They’ll stay where
devils belong!
So you say…
was it that bad?
And you’ll stay
very mad?
Oh, so what?
That’s too sad!
Tell you what,
you’ve been had.
Irregardless
of the cause,
for a moment
take a pause.
All along,
sing your song.
Guess what?
You’re wrong.
Others see,
they can tell.
You will both
go through hell.
Stay away
’till it’s done.
Who’s to blame?
You’re the one!
So what form
is your foe?
Shall we look
down below?
Just what then
will we see?
Yes we do,
it may be–
they’re the same
as everybody else.
Look in the mirror,
see for yourself.
Lose your focus?
Hocus Pocus!
Are you still there?
Vanish in the air?
Well, guess not.
Now you know.
Not that easy?
Let it go!
What it was?
Need a nudge?
Ain’t no doubt,
it’s a grudge.
Let it go!
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Innocence is lost — not when taught
“You’re born a sinner!”
That it’s a fact and you shouldn’t act
like that to be a winner
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It’s lost about the time when taught
that Santa is a lie
The Easter Bunny, Superman…
and Jesus had to die?
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Who taught the children fantasies?
Their dreams would not come true
Who’ll represent the innocent
when experience makes them blue?
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They’ll find they have to love themselves
and in their hearts believe
You’re innocence is all you take
from this world we all must leave
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To remain hopefully optimistic when the apocalyptic future
of our transitory planet is certain and inevitable.
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To practice the art of optimism even when proven wrong,
over and over again, seventy times seven.
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To remain steadfast and justifiably optimistic in our belief:
Compassion and mercy will always exist in the face
of surrounding doubt and deep despair.
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To continue to sustain our reasonable optimism faithfully,
for the joy and peace that surpasses all understanding is
at once transcendent, immanent, and eternal; imagining
it to be, and acting as if this sacred right simultaneously
belongs to members and spirits alike, who work toward that
which serves the most noble, honorable, and just cause.
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To remain divinely optimistic that we are who we are,
and what will be will be; that just as we are we come,
and we will keep on becoming infinitely better, more
perfect, pure and beautiful on the way of truth, as we
move ever closer to the glorious Light Of God.
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Photograph courtesy of Kirstie Watson
As the sun begins to set in the west,
dark eyes greet the skies in a wish for the best —
dreams that may drift into this time and space;
visions that speak of a future someplace.
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From a mountain high in the midst of life,
she sees herself as a motherly wife;
a daughter, a sister, a friend she is, too.
The Great Spirit knows what she has been through.
Headlines: Dogma Chases Catastrophic Consequences
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Uncle Tree’s dastardly dilemma for the day consisted of an unwanted guest and a broken down communication device. Deciding not to dwell on the current demands made by the hard-of-hearing, he spent most of the afternoon hours contemplating, or mulling over, several conspicuous and altogether concocted trivial pursuits originating in, and entirely coordinated by the meandering mind of man.
This is my honest confession
of a down-to-earth possession
that lasted only a minute
yet there be magic within it
.
No way do the odds favor chance
when The Fates oblige you to dance
My eyes beheld no illusion
These ears did hear this intrusion
.
Mars
mellows over misty marsh fires
Snow
flakes having creamy ice desires
Water
flowers up until the grapes sour
Fireflies
glow like a-waaay the hour
Butterflies
touch and go as time expires
Rainbows
connect to form a kiss in space wires
Creation
bursts forth on radiant light beams
Creatures
come to grow alike, or so it seems
.
Choices can be black or white
for each dog gets one day
Yes & No — both come to fight
the shady side of grey
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Colours blend inside a rainbow
Flats and sharps are sublime
Every answer has a shadow
Close counts some of the time!
∞
So make your rules with this in mind
remember who they’re for
Imperfekt humans halfway blind
will often choose the wrong door
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Uncle Tree's House 