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Simple Acceptance
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the simplest of simple things
sometimes slip
they sometimes slip right by
unnoticed
until later
why is it always later?
after the time is right
flowing under the bridge
a hope can fade from view
but simple things remain
flashing such brilliance
with understated flair
the downbeat of life’s song
a smile of genuine vision
an authentic happy thought
luminous radiance
accepted
some simple things
just deserve to be
simply accepted
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Perceptions Past and Future
There are times I feel that if I became aware there were 10 minutes left in my conscious existence, I could sit in one place and allow the final seconds to pass without even realizing it. I find it interesting that having such a thought doesn’t awaken the least bit of inspiration to act toward altering the likelihood of such an outcome.
Meanwhile, looking at past evidence of how many times I haven’t failed to act on life situations tells me my perception and actually reality are not entirely aligned.
There’s always the future to consider. The following is an excerpt I wrote for a nonsense item of silliness where each post begins with the words, “In the future…”
In the future, when people’s opinions about themselves happen to approach an order of magnitude either above or below the opinions held about them by their immediate audience, the tiniest hairs on the backs of their main sensory processing lobes will warn them that if they continue to remain oblivious to the obvious evidence bouncing back at them from said audience, the good judgment of the incredibly reasonable people of the world, which as luck will have it – will have combined into a free-floating cloud of goodness that roams the planet as an incredibly helpful resource for just these kinds of situations, will strike in a lightning-like bolt of insight that stings like the dickens up and down the spine, and the inside of the eyelids will appear a blazingly brilliant, almost florescent pink on each blink. It will be great for those who have already mastered command of detecting their standing at any given time or situation.
Days
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light rain
far from over
useless art
painted softly
mixed with time
under eaves
where leaves pile up
for days and a year
stretched tight
in a frame
a portrait
that captures
an edge of the wall
a pattern
of stain
a lifetime
of tears
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God Have Mercy
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don’t, don’t
utter the phrase
that shrieks like fingernails
scratching the chalk board
don’t waste the energy
of hurting our ears
with unbelievable ideas
even ones you actually believe
…there’s no shame
in learning
how wrong you’ve been
since that time you were only 5
feeling free to be happy
with life
before discovering
the art of being hate-filled
claiming to know
who deserves to be alive
but look how far you’ve come
won’t all your ancestors be proud
you’ve taken on their secreted sickness
blithely blathering its venom
out loud
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Eventually
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why oh why
with all that I try
to see, be, say and do
must the peace that I seek
wander so far away
toward things I never listened for before
while the peace that I keep
and which dwells in me deep
knows too well
everything’s swell
until eventually someone gets hurt
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More Questions
If you could see
around the corner
wouldn’t you just
want to see
around the next corner, too?
If we could put
the genie back in the bottle
would the world revert
back to a more simple time?
If we acted
on all our best intentions
would it be
like seeing around the corner
and having a genie
of our very own?
Remarkable
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sick silent subtlety
soothes the pain of knowing
what really was meant
by the offhand remark
nailed to the wall
in weak attempt
to appear above the thrash
yet reveals nothing less
than the very shortcomings
thus intended to mask
it is the high art of hurt
on the tight rope of sanity
served with aplomb
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Still
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Late to the grasp
of anything
significant
yet simple
like a day
with no wind at all
completely still
in defiance of reason
it becomes
as if
understanding
anything else
at all
will never be
enough
to ever
catch up
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Relative Something 