The Way Home (68/365)

We were given these amazing
Bodies to test drive
Living machines

We’ve altered, we’ve crashed
We’ve abused and indulged
We’ve jumped the fishbowl
And gone to the moon

But when you turn off the lights
And dive deep within
Life becomes dark

Society chases its tail
And we all fall down dizzy

In this industrial pot
Of colors and creeds
We listen and learn
But the quest for truth
Is a puzzle with no box

So we each hold our lights
No matter how bright
And shine without blinding
As we walk through life.

It’s Official

It is with a bittersweet taste in my mouth that I enrolled in my employer’s health care plan yesterday, for which I become eligible in October. As I was signing the papers, I felt how lucky I was to not have to pay extravagant costs for reasonable health care anymore.

However, I was reminded of a comment by Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, who entertained the idea of not getting married until everyone who wants to be married has that opportunity in our country. I didn’t want my acceptance of health care to be a sign of my compliance with a very, very broken system.

Having not had access to affordable health care for the past 3 years, I understand what it is like to be uninsured, and to live with the uncertainty of knowing that a single incident of bad health could financially wipe out everything I had worked hard for: namely, my business, and my freedom.

As a society, we have got to begin subsidizing things that actually make us healthier. Instead of corn and soybeans, let’s subsidize preventative testing, vitamins and supplements, and memberships to fitness facilities and yoga classes. We have invested in sickness for too long, but it will take more than insurance company reform or a “public plan option” to change direction.

Calm after the Storm (66/365)

We all have the potential
To do good or to do evil
Certain things make it hard

To do good

Maybe you weren’t raised right
Maybe you got a chemical flaw
Maybe you had some bad breaks

Would it kill you to try?

It feels like it could sometimes
When your rage blooms deep within
It’s gotta go somewhere

You know you should take ten

But the release feels so good
Like snot from your nose
But the virus spreads

Rhyme Time (65/365)

Silver spoon
Spoon-fed
Missing you
Grateful dead
Live a little
Buy a lot
Build a house
High five
Good intentions
Big rush
Maze of smoke
Feel the buzz
Crush a chip
Handstand
Mistletoe
Grandstand
Filthy rat
Escape to peace
Live there
Get a lease
Make it work
Find a way
Big love
Paper plate

Outside Lands (64/365)

We all need those good vibes
Thick beats, waving melodies
Fresh moist air
Crispy juicy melt in your mouth
Warm chocolate syrup in a sippy cup
Room to dance
Room to make
Sweet hot love

Someone you love to hate
Someone who takes your shit
Someone who calls you out
Someone who loves and loves

The music weaves us together
In one colorful tapestry
If only for a song
We forget what we hate
And remember what we love
We let our hearts out to fly
And lock them away with the last note

Our brains all work the same
Our hearts all feel the tug of real love truth
When will we rise above our past?
Rise above our chemistry?
Can we all hike the mountain to that beautiful plateau
Right now
Carry the feeble on our shoulders,
And rest where the sun sets on our insecurities
And the moon rises to greet each and all
Effortlessly reflecting the sun’s perfect majesty
Despite being small
Despite being lonely
Its craters and imperfections we call beautiful
Because it shines on with such ease
Shine on us and let us shine
Let’s go there always and forever

Regret and the Future (63/365)

Smudge away the past
Start fresh, born again
Into the body you had yesterday
As the sage fills your nostrils
Your wrongs leave the body
Tomorrow you get another chance

Your friends won’t tickle your ears
So imagine the lion within
The dignified ruler of his pride
Provider protector discipliner
Love guides and love loves

Today (62/365)

Tenacious in litigation
Frugal and wealthy
Proximity to power
Ideas need influence

Rushed and guilty
Running’s not how
I measure myself

Feeling the love
Gone is the fear
Gonna dream big
Gonna get strong

The sky is my art
Words are my drugs
I breathe in some peace
I breathe out a song

Relax for a second
Another close call
Change the rules
Walk away
Prepare for the worst

Simple or Not? (60/365)

Why strive for more than average?
What’s wrong with the simple life?
Ignorance is bliss
Meager or eager?
What makes us reach for the stars?

Is it life’s greed for life
That we think we must strive?
Believe we can change, grow, rise above
With the strength of our will
Live one more day
In hope of a miracle

Why do the hearts of men
Relish beauty, fantasy,
And stories of the gods?
Do we miss being among them?
Or are they bedtime stories that keep us alive?