Move (my dream - 06/06/12)

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Move (my dream - 06/06/12)

Here we were all sitting in a waiting room

Ten of us,

all strangers,

when in walked a man in a fine gray suit

Announcing – Danger!

Everyone - stay in this room, don’t move,

or discuss this amongst you

We obeyed,

sat staring at each other,

with suspicion

Then one man made a decision

He rose up and walked out the door

I followed,

then the rest

Surging

Emerging

This was a test

The fine gray suit had a theory to prove

If given an order the mass will not move

out of fear

It’s a smear campaign

for control you know

It’s subliminal,

criminal

Don’t buy it

Rise up

Try it

You have nothing to lose

Move

ldn

Ride Your Canoe in the Middle

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Ride Your Canoe in the Middle 


Every river has two sides

It’s one of life’s little riddles

To avoid a rift ~ the shallow, the swift,

ride your canoe in the middle

Same goes for Political Parties

Don’t stand for the left or the right

One may be too loose/the other, uptight

and no single side is right

Stay in the middle

Avoid the fight,

the black/or white ~ the day/or night

If I am right ( maybe just a little )
ride your canoe in the middle

ldn

Planet X

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Planet X

So here I am on Planet X,

yackin’ away at strangers

Costco:  Hello

Blank stare – nothin' there

except for me (talkin’ to my self)

Am I crazy or somethin’?

Am I in this world alone?

Honing in now on the shoe shelf – Nice pair a shoes

Again – nothin’

Okay, so everyone’s stressed,

out of touch

I get it

But I’m in the same bloody mess

and I understand. . .

So let’s band together, Fellow Costco Shoppers!

What else can ya do?

Let’s hear it for World Peace, Yeah!

We "are" in the same family (aren’t we?)

Communicate with me. . .

There she is – Mrs. Friendly (The Hot Caliente’ Lady)

Actually, I thought all those stainless steel boxes

with the nice people behind them

were serving up samples of Hot Caliente’ – really

Silly me

Hello, Sir How do you do?

Tight lipped, but he almost slipped

I thought I heard a grunt from Mr. Grump

No dice, Lady

Back to Hot Caliente’

Then the next. . .

and the next

Is Life really that complex,

or am I alone
on Planet X ?

ldn

Gossip and Backbiting

Gossip and Backbiting

It's no fun to be talked about,

to be the butt of a joke

It chokes the life right out of you

It hurts your soul
Backbiting quencheth the light of the heart,
and extinguisheth the life of the soul.
(Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u'llah)*

He’s right

It is "so" wrong

I used to think nothing of it,

to talk about another,

a friend, a sister, a brother,

with negativity,

until it was done to me

I never recovered,

the part that died,

with a little bit of my soul,
inside

ldn

Breathe not the sins of others so long as thou art a sinner. (Baha’u’llah, Hidden Words)

* http://www.bahai.com/Bahaullah/hiddenwords.htm 

What if?

photo: 1948

What if?

What if I wasn’t called, Fatstuff?

Would I be any different today?

Would I look in the mirror, now thinner

and say,

Linda ~ you should be slimmer. . .

Would I love myself any more,

accept myself and be sure,

that I am the person I should be,

or could be?

Am I trying to please them, not me?

Nope!

I got over it,

through it

Poop on them!

Ooops – I was called Poopsie too

Poopsie and Fatstuff

Now that’s enough to make a girl rough,

around the edges

make her not like who she is, get tough

resentful, defensive,

but I’m not

I’m sensitive ~ good, and kind,

because I left my past behind,

the bad part,

the sad heart,

like all little girl’s should,

if they could

 ldn

What if ?

What if ?

Okay, so what if the end really “does” justify the means
What does this mean?
Thousands upon thousands of lives were lost,
in wars
for us to have peace?
I don’t see it getting any Peacier
or any easier,
except for the Few,
not for me or you,
maybe for the one percent,
who’s profits are spent
on another war, or two
I’d rather belong to the majority
Hey you guys – we have seniority!
I have an idea!
This is the plan –
I will make cash out of making you laugh – 
you pay me a dime for creating a rhyme,
then I’ll give my profits to you,
You'll spend more on Peace – Wars will then cease,
and We will be one of the Few
I’m in,
How about you?

ldnon

Just look at 'im

Just look at 'im

Just look at ‘im

The gaze

The innocence

The acceptance

Just look at ‘im

You were that way

until life got you

Hurried you up

Buried you up

in the big bad world

hurled at you

Give it up

Let it go

back to the cradle

if you are able

If you can’t

or won’t,

then don’t

Just look at ‘im

 ldn