We don’t always know what we wantAnd rather than figure ourselves outWe’d rather just keep reaching for more.We ingratiate ourselves with foodBecause we feel emptyYet its a different bellyThat’s needing to be filled.We feel like we’re drowning soWe rope people into our livesUsing them as rafts to keep ourselves afloatFailing to seeThat they are drowning […]
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The problem with being in a hurry Is that you tell yourself In more ways than one That what you are chasing after Is of supreme importance: More beautiful than the roses you speed past Of greater value than the sleep you deprive yourself of Of deeper significance than the person you’re becoming along the […]
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Is always empty.There is nothing savvyAbout sowing doubt wherever you go,Permamently carrying a red penLike an examiner who refuses to be pleased,Finding fault and relishing it,Holding it up as thoughIt were a coveted trophy.Maybe if you weren’tRolling your eyes so muchYou’d see the substanceOf the many things you criticize.Its one thing to haveA lot of […]
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In a world of ultra convenienceWe seem to have acquiredA strange new strand of impatience,Getting madWhen things that were onceInconceivable for human beingsDon’t happen for usOn demand.These devices in our pocketsBring us promisesOf the truly miraculousEvery morning:Access to ‘private’ conversations around the globe,Endless streams of knowledgeSeemingly bottomless pools of possibility-Until our geographical realitySlaps us in […]
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Having plenty of optionsBut no solid leadsBeing tasked to build a fortressWith no bricks to spareAm I at the endOr did I just begin?Flailing wildlyOr flapping my wings?Asking myselfIf I have thrown myselfInto the brier patchOr a bed of rosesWhen I took that leap of faith?
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Seems to be low hanging fruit.How the cookie tends to crumble.We are far too quickTo defend a state of affairsThat involves the powerful making lifeJust a little bit harderFor most other people,Whether its ignoring inequalitiesOr celebrating destructive trends-Humans hurting humansIs a blood sportFor which we have not lostAn appetite for.If business as usualMeans making your […]
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To be able to “see through everything” Is not a gift of insight, But rather it is the worst kind of blindness. The person who can go a lifetime Without ever living deeply for anything, The professional skeptic who Never quite devotes them self To anything more than their own opinion, Is not sophisticated- They […]
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Its hard to knowWhat a human being deserves.The sun rises on all of usEven on days whenWe’re not our best selves.Anyone who’s ever ‘made it’Will tell youAbout how ‘getting lucky’Is as much a part of the outcomeAs doing the necessary toTo capitalize on said luck.We are not self madeNor are we mere products of nature-We […]
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We are not in a rush.We have no points to prove,Just goals to achieve.We are not out hereTrying to appearLike we have ‘arrived’When the journey has reallyJust begun.We are not ashamedOf starting small.We will not dismiss ourselvesBecause we have been overlooked by others.We will not measure ourselvesBy the success of other people,We will celebrate every […]
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Strange,That we use such languageTo describe self expression,As though ‘being’ humanIsn’t quite enoughAnd that we have to commodify ourselvesTo get ahead.I mean, the ideaOf selling human fleshHas become decidedly repulsiveTo most modern humans,Except, of course,In the case of usSelling ourselves-Positioning our bodies,Impeccably poutingAnd competitively posing beforeThe ever watchful lensOf the onlooking world,Casting our complicated selvesInto […]
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