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What I Dreamed

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When I was a kid, my dreams for the future
included flying cars, and world peace,
and vacations at resorts on the moon or in
domes on the bottom of the ocean.
I dreamed of terraforming Mars and boarding
a spaceship as easily as I would step onto a bus.

What a rip.
I guess I stuck around long enough
to see a lot of dreams get left behind like
stacks of old ‘Popular Science’ magazines.

I guess the important dreams were the ones
I didn’t realize I had until they came true;
healthy children,
good friends,
and you.
You’re not what I dreamed of.
You’re better.

 

#178

Sprouts

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Each problem carries the seeds of its own resolution
camouflaged by preconception and a general lack of faith.
They germinate overnight, tentative sprouts of ‘what if’
and ‘maybe’ reaching out to the first light every morning.

Sometimes they live through
cold water poured on them, or their
roots being pulled up to see how they grow,
but transplantation is iffy, only a few
have been known to survive the grafting of
guarantees and fail-safes onto their fragile stems, and
genetic modification begets nightmares.

Such a simple thing; a sprout.
Next time one appears I will just put my hands
in my pockets and watch it grow.

 

#177

The Art of Misdirection

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Next time you notice me revving my brain
before engaging my heart,
hold me close, spin me ‘round, laugh at me, make
me happy instead of smart.

Next time my eyes seem blind to the beauty
surrounding us every day
tickle me, shine a strong light through a prism
to dazzled my darkness away.

Next time the rats start winning the race,
and putting us into a bind,
kiss me quick, dance with me, buy me a cat,
and move the finish line.

 

#176

Aura Exhaust Vent

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I think I need an exhaust vent on my aura,
 just to bleed off the built up pressure
between my skin and my ethereal veil.

An overflow valve on my brain would be handy too,
much of the contents float off anyway so I may as well
channel it off on a regular basis and avoid messy spills.

And a governor on my heart to
make the beat a little less erratic.
A neat little syncopation might be nice.

I may need a dehumidifier on my tear ducts,
a regulator on my sleep patterns, and
an auto correct on my eating habits but mostly

I think I need an exhaust vent on my aura.

 

#174

Put, Pick, Pull, Pass

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Put up with nothing,
Pick up your pen,
Pull up a chair,
Pass up mediocrity.

Put out the fire,
Pick out the gems,
Pull out stops,
Pass out the ammunition.

Put on your specs,
Pick on your doubts,
Pull on unravelled edges,
Pass on the spark.

Put off defeat,
Pick off  the stragglers,
Pull off the impossible,
Pass off dreams as reality.

Put away fear,
Pick away at details,
Pull away from the shore,
Pull off a miracle.

 

#173

Across the Ages

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“This is home now” middle-age tells age
“No, this is not home,” age replies, “and I will not stay.”
“Yes, you must. Give it a chance and you’ll find you like it here.”
“No, I won’t.“
“But you can’t live alone.”
“Says who?”
“You know you can’t. What if you fall?”
“What if a meteorite hit this place?”
Middle-age sighs.
“Is this because I wouldn’t let you have a pony?” Age asks.
“What?”
“We lived in town, we couldn’t have livestock in town.”
“No, it isn’t about that. I’ll help you unpack.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll be going back home tomorrow.”
“No, Mom, you won’t.”
“Stop treating me like a child.”

……………………….

“I moved grandma today,” says middle-age.
“Was that today?” says youth.
“You know damned well it was. I could have used your help.”
Youth sighs.
Middle-age knows the eyes are rolling even with her back turned.
“I bet Gramma was pissed.”
“Go do your homework.”
“Stop treating me like a child.”

…………………………….

Alone, middle age looks into her mirror.
“I wish someone would treat me like a child” she whispers.

 

#172

To Be Yet Not To Be

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How do you remain
part of, yet remain apart
from, humanity?

How to love with no
attachment? Peace without us
and peace within us.

To see the wholeness
of each part unto itself
no matter how small.

Every thought becomes
a meditation, every
move becomes a dance

that manifests love
of all that is, will be, or  
was, at the same time.

Petals grow and fall,
then re-manifest within
earth’s calm embrace.

#169

Kinda Stupid

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Y’know we can be kinda stupid, just grinning and spinning in the centre of our own personal universe but what’s worse is the perverse lack of perception of the deception that keeps us separately static, erratically manic as we panic to outshout each other and shout out another mundane refrain  of ‘do you like my face’ as I face my life under my imaginary spot light, it’s not right but we do it anyway and say ‘hey, have a nice day’. We’re kinda stupid that way.

Zombies Among Us

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We are in danger of becoming zombies.
They lurk in wait, the ghouls that gorge
upon the suffering of others,
living dead that feast upon mountains of misfortune,
invented from mundane molehills.
Fear mongers who descry death
and conspiracy behind
kittens and butterflies.
And every time we spare them
a minute of our time to read their
wraith-like wailings we hand over
part of our soul.
No, don’t press ‘play’, it isn’t playful.
It’s hurtful, aimless, mindless brainwashing.
The zombies are trying to make you believe
that their lives are more important than your own,
It’s not news, it’s the internet zombies
trying to eat your brain.
Gain control, alt, delete.
There are zombies inside your computer!

 

#167

It’s okay to come to this site though. This is a zombie free zone!