An Ode to Me
In that moment between undone and done,
I don't give a damn thought…not one.
Who cares about impacts of my words or deeds
As long as they serve my current wants and needs?
Why should I care when I'm not hurt.
It’s the rest of the world that must convert.
Those who don't agree aren’t my friends
Since they’re wrong and at opposite ends.
My only real friend and I are drawing nearer
As I more frequently stare at him in the mirror.
The more I gaze the more ways that I see
My best friend is the only thing that matters to me.
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Love Lost
You are gone, but still here.
Far away though so near.
We talk without heart.
When did this chasm start?
Air is thick every day.
We seem in the way.
We're hurt beyond repair.
For neither is it fair
To live another moment sad,
Denying things are so bad.
Lonely together true.
There's nothing else to do
But let this failure go.
Then once more try to grow
A union that won't break
Without the same mistake
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Waning Years
In these waning years the worst of my fears;
Those things for which there seems no amends.
It matters not the multitude of my tears,
I observe the incessant passing of my friends.
I feel sorry for my self for each dreadful surprise.
How could this happen to one I long to see?
Then I'm thankful another spirit more wise
Grants understanding that this is not about me.
Rather than sulk in a sea of sorrow
I'll remember those precious times forever.
Now with friends enjoy today and tomorrow
Though the years may wane I'll be to clever.
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Whitewash My Mind
Clutter, clatter…way too much chatter.
I have no idea what’s the matter;
But I do know that I’m a mess.
The world passes by and I must confess
I’m on the street corner of life afraid to cross,
Fearing traffic of new ideas will be my loss.
My focus withers with noises of each day.
Old memories dominate as new thoughts give way.
Delving deep in my fears, what do I find?
I must whitewash all that currently infects my mind.
Rinse away antiquated ideas toward a new direction.
Life rewards only those who make a right selection.
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Corporate World
As long as you let the naked truth serve as your guide,
You’ll have enemies up the ladder on every side.
The corporate world is changing and may never be the same,
Though what won’t change is that it will always be a game.
Hard work and integrity might be essential for success,
But telling it like it is sure to cause you or someone stress.
Always remember it’s not you, but the corporate point of view.
Get to know who’s on top and at least feign high regard,
Never forgetting that they hold the future of your salary card.
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Simplify Life
Why do I have such admiration for complication
And seldom see advantages of simplicity?
Is it the overall fault of divine creation?
Or is there something intrinsically wrong with only me?
I've spent my life stressing and working my heart out.
Now I'm not sure I know what it was all about.
My dedication to complication brought many a reward.
I can buy whatever, but now it's the time I can't afford.
Without further hesitation this complication I must destroy.
Or I'll never have a simple, happy life that few ever enjoy!
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How Will I Know Me?
How long is eternity?
How deep is the sea?
How far is the universe?
How will I know me?
Faith or science may address the first three,
But how in the world will I ever know me?
What are my talents and how will I use them?
What are my weaknesses and will I abuse them?
How many chances are there for advances?
How many roads I take will be fake?
Will wealth be my norm guarding from a storm?
Will my protection spring from love and affection?
Success or failure depends of my ability
To answer the question:
How will I know me?
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The People
When Executive, Legislative and Judicial fail, it becomes official;
The trail is then determined by the people in the streets,
Not by law makers… the law breakers in their comfortable seats.
Government is not of the people, by the people, for the people today.
It's certainly of a wealthy few, by a select few not caring what we say.
If it continues this course, there will be widespread conflict and force.
This course is leading to another horrible, tragic civil war
Unless the people remember what their Constitution is truly for.
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Stone, Mirror and Mist
Stone, mirror and mist;
All enrapture me.
I can’t resist
Time’s trinity.
As I try in the mirror
To change the stone,
Mist draws nearer
Till I can’t see on my own.
Then I turn my attention
To the mirror at hand;
Stone in mind, but not mention;
Mist shifting like sand.
I battle the mirror.
There can be only one.
When image is clearer
I’ll know I have won.
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Live In The Past
For those who are destined to live in the past
Each 'What could have been? ' is amassed
To a degree where no other timeframe can last.
'If onlys' overshadow the present so that today
Is doubted, then cursed; finally withering away.
The resulting void means they'll never have a chance
To even hope for a future to unfold and advance.
Not an instant or an inch of the past can be changed.
This is why it's sad for lives the past has rearranged.
For these tragic lives it actually can be said
That with no present or future they're virtually dead.
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