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Yearly Archives: 2009
Inspired by the Mystery
Abundance (119/365)
What do you believe?
It takes less energy
to believe in abundance
I don’t have to hold on tightly
It’s not a new thought
It’s a path that’s been tread
Sincerely, joyfully, confidently
A choice to live in hope
Rather than fear
A fake-it-till-u-make-it
Reliance on the law
That giving turns you on
To opportunity
While holding back
Slows the progress
What Are They Doing? (118/365)
All this talent
And no one wants to run for office
The best and the brightest
Are chasing paper
Deceiving the masses
They once called neighbors
Our physical walls get taller and thicker
You can’t hear me in your car
You can’t talk to me with headphones
Who gives a shit what they do
You’re not like me
Greed spreads like a virus
And we all fall down
Trauma (117/365)
Slumping at your schooldesk
A gunman appears
The universe rips right next to you
You play dead until he leaves
Classmates you could have known
Are frozen in your memory
You walk around
With a 5-person-sized hole by your side
A deep dark void
Alone right on the precipice
You wonder if you might fall in again
Our souls like magnets
Even with strangers
Way to Live (116/365)
I don’t know any better way to live
Even if it’s all a dream
Even if it kills me
I can’t imagine living without love
Without an open heart
Keeping your defenses up
Is a waste of time and energy
Give until it hurts
Then give a little more
What is to regret
When you gave them all a chance to shine?
Foolish Pride (115/365)
Fighting over the last blanket
Who wants peace the most?
The haves toss to the have-nots
Who in their pride refuse the gift
And everyone goes without
Scenes on a Bus (114/365)
A yogi on a sugar high
Amaretto in my purse
Meditating on the bus
Babies, drunks
The volume-disabled
Where did it go wrong?
A heart almost closed
That one closing
Friends don’t let friends
Bring them down
Good Job (113/365)
God’s got a fun job
I see the work and just smile
How you are provided for
How I was used
How trust opens doors
That suspicion closes
I’m glad it’s not my job
But it’s fun to watch
It Must Be The End (112/365)
I can see the edges
Of our little blue globe
Such a nice spot to wander
Around and around
An engineer of my own life
I tweak and make it flow
Work out the kinks
Redesign and take notes
Curious as a cat
Showing others the way
I’ve been there before
I was sober and patient
I want others to have
The peace that I’ve found
The health that I’ve tapped
The joy that abounds