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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Onto It

Can't waste my time this time,
I am sorry to say,
That the words on this screen really just are,
A time wasting, time filling throw away,

There is something more important to do,
That I've missed, last few days,
Along with this blog that's making me sad,
I'm afraid this morn may go the same way,

So, if there's one thing you must take with you,
'Cause I know that I must,
You will know what it is that you must do,
If without it you bust.

There, it is done,
My throw-away poem,
Though I also obsess over routine,
Now my mind's a little closer to home.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

The Tunnel

So, who built this tunnel,
And where was it to go?
Hard to believe it had no dest'nation,
It was a hallway, yo.

Sure there was a rosary found down there,
That put the cops at ease,
'Cause Cath'lics have ne'er been prone to vi'lence,
P'haps to be a home for orphaned babies.

They say it's not a crime to dig a hole,
Still, they're anxious to know,
Who took time to dig that impressive thing,
They'll ask no questions, no.

Just shake the hand,
Of people so clever,
Then snap a cuff on them 'till they confess,
To stealing their supplies from the Rexall Centre.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Sacred Script

Someone comes from nowhere,
Act'lly, everyone does,
She grows to make an impact on the world,
Act'lly, everyone does,

The things she does with focus will inspire,
For focus is quite rare,
Couple that with a vision that won't change,
The force it creates, the world cannot bear,

For with that nothing comes no instruction,
Not written by others,
Who came from nowhere, that's why sacred script,
Is embraced like mothers,

They're manuals,

For those without focus,
So that they don't feel they come from nowhere,
So the authors rule less antithesis.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Embracing

Live one day at a time,
Better make it worth it,
When you're gone, no one will remember you,
Despite the internet,

Don't let life carry you along with it,
You're meant to be dropped off,
To take a look around and meet yourself,
Making sure that you understand enough,

You feel like each moment's an etern'ty,
In truth, it really is,
But the eternities come to an end,
Like a phenom'nal kiss.

Laugh all you want,
Laugh as much as you can,
No one's e'er wished at the end of their life,
For e'en their worst moments to ne'er have been.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

What You See

What is it life will bring?
Well, whatever it is,
It enters through the filter of your mind,
And that's all that exists,

No one else can tell you what it looks like,
Except through their mind's eye,
Then, again, their view is filtered by you,
So you are really seeing the same life.

Is there anyway to change what you see?
Why certainly there is!
'Cept change only exists 'side something else,
But you're all that exists.

You're all you know,
Life can't seem different,
I'm not saying others don't see life, too,
Things were never changed by a Solipsist.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Show, Don't Tell

I now get show, don't tell,
You need to do it first,
To appreciate how much more you say,
With actions and not words,

To see someone die in front of your eyes,
To feel akin to him,
Killed for his beliefs and activism,
'Gainst and inegalitari'n system,

Then to see yourself wasting your own life,
Not with bullets, but sloth,
Given the chance to start where he left,
Will affect you a lot,

More than just talk,
Describing everything,
Will ne'er have the affect of being shown,
Now, get up and show me that you're living.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

No Home

Wind was howling last night,
Coldest night of the year,
At two a.m. people were walking home,
Oppressed to frozen tears,

I'm sure they had a good time at the bars,
Soon they'd be nice and warm,
Prob'ly fifteen minutes out in the cold,
Not a real reason to be so forlorn.

Now what if they did not have an abode,
Were living on the street?
Spending a night outside in wind and cold,
Like arctic hiker feats,

'Cept with no gear,
Or wish for adventure,
Just fell in life without a safety net,
Ne'er thinking it's something they'd need endure.