CXLVI
We are all cast into
one role or another
And the irony is that
you didn’t even ask for it.
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How do you greet the
day?
With anticipation,
indifference or dread?
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What kind of life is it
Trying to keep up with
the Joneses?
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It can be translated
broadly or narrowly.
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Hello again as you have
always been.
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Recycle all you pleas,
It’s all for naught if
we cannot curb
Our numbers and
consumption.
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So many memories drift
again and again
To the changing surface
of consciousness.
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Approaching death
vainly is pointless.
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The nature-nurture
lottery.
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How can there be so
much time to do all this?
Too incredible.
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We are all growing old
together.
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But not to you.
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Interesting how the
synapses
Sometimes cross into
new memories.
How fickle perception
can be.
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And even if you do
start over,
It will be just as new
and fresh and timeless
As it was this time
around.
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All are uniquely
similar.
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Memories do not for a
life make.
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Oh, my gawd.
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Chew on that for
awhile.
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God is as permanent as
you are.
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Life is too short to
placate too many fools.
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Human beings are by
their nature
Liars, cheats, thieves,
scavengers, fools,
Murderers, rapists,
molesters, and ad infinitum.
You name it, we as a
species have done it all.
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Humble pride.
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Enlarge your world,
your universe, your frame of mind,
Till all boundaries
fall away and you are the grace of infinity.
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Looking for a greener
pasture?
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Don’t let pride be your
misfortune.
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Drink when you’re
thirsty,
Eat when you’re hungry,
Sleep when you’re
tired,
Move when you’re
dynamic.
Think when you’re
thoughtful,
Sit when you’re Self-possessed.
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The hourglass seems to
drain
More and more quickly.
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There’s more to
management than firing people.
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Infinitely ageless.
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If you want image,
You don’t want me.
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When you understand
language,
You are the license.
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Defend what’s worth
defending,
Surrender what’s not.
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Dresser drawers and
closet doors
Can be pretty handy
organizers.
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Laying claims that
cannot be sustained.
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Is “free love” an
oxymoron?
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Where the hell did that
hour go?
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Regarding shit,
Some sinks, some
floats,
More often than not, it
stinks.
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Love is free, but sex
will cost you.
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We’re all the seed of
godness.
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Oh twisted stars.
* * * *
Infinite patience,
For almost ten seconds.
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Not guilty,
And no regrets.
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Gosh, imagine that.
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Why do we always need
experts to tell us the obvious?
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We’ll all be dead by
the time the researchers finish their studies.
* * * *
What does “make love”
mean?
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For relatively short
term results, we have unleashed
An unenviable chemical
experiment upon the future.
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Do you live for life
now, or retirement later?
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Oh goodie, a spot
clearing for the next corner store.
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What game this time?
* * * *
Another duplication of
experience.
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And then call it love.
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Why oh why do some
people wear so much perfume?
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So humble and pious in
their out-of-period costuming.
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To the children it can
be said,
Enjoy childhood while
you are still innocent
Of the charges yet to
be brought.
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How far will science
and technology go
Before nature reigns
its endless manipulation
Back from the brink of
foolish endeavor?
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‘Twas not your destiny
to join in
For more than short
durations.
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To truly understand
those they reign,
Kings must don the many
rags
Their kingdoms offer.
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The practice
nonchalance of a poser.
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Frankenstein’s
monstrous fiction was nothing
Compared to the
direction some are exploring.
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You must be very simple
To allow death’s entry.
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Childhood ends with the
recognition of forms.
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Whoo-hoo.
* * * *
This seed no womb shall
know.
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Fish hooks aren’t
designed to let go.
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What distance from
throne to gutter, really?
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Happy Birthday,
Happy Mothers Day,
Happy Christmas,
Happy Fourth of July,
Happy Easter,
Happy Fathers Day.
Happy, Happy, Happy.
* * * *
That’s your illusion-delusion,
not mine.
* * * *
There’s nothing to
follow,
Everything to be.
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Another Princess
Complex.
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The memory of innocence
floods in.
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Darkness makes all
equal.
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We are so preoccupied
with preserving the dream.
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Go ahead, give it a
name.
Any name.
It doesn’t matter
which.
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Some people just need
to control others,
Perhaps because of some
deep-seated fear
Related to a botched
job of potty-training.
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What makes any thing
More valuable anything
else?
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Cynics are former
idealists whose world
Didn’t fulfill their expectations.
Transcend cynicism.
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All great times are
born
From one pile of ashes
or another.
Will the future ever
achieve what this one has?
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How quickly boon can
turn to tragedy
And tragedy to boon.
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How high will we build
Our collective pile of
gold
Before it turns to
sand?
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As if god really builds
his universe
Around your every need
and wish.
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Can you hold onto your
wits in an emergency?
* * * *
Traveling light keeps
logistics simple.
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Let the crowd lead.
You are bound by their
limitations, anyway.
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What a rush.
* * * *
Been there, done that.
Don’t need to do it
again.
* * * *
How amazing that we
give the city’s wants
Precedence over the
land’s needs.
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Follow fools and you
will come to foolish ends.
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Doing the dick thing.
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One time was enough,
really.
Thanks just the same.
* * * *
Just wait, and see what
happens.
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Death is merely time’s
end.
* * * *
Half of humanity has a
penis,
And the other a vagina.
What’s the big deal?
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Just something else to
forget.
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You never know where an
orifice has been.
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Mistakes are a part of
living.
Don’t harbor in them.
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You appear to have a
fate beyond measurement.
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Imagination can be far sweater
Or more bitter than
reality.
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Was life a gift to you,
Or some state, church
or corporate entity?
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Revenge allows the
pleasure of time.
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Specks in your mind.
* * * *
You cannot keep
shitting on yourself
And expect to stay clean.
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Only the lonely are
damned.
* * * *
But for the mind,
Every moment is newly
born.
* * * *
You don’t need to be
lonely
Just because the world
insists on it.
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Grok me, baby.
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The one and only.
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Death is the remedy to
all you suffering.
* * * *
You are the word and
the light
Here to tell the world
how dark it really is.
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Amazing how a thin
layer of dead skin
Creates so much vain
drama.
* * * *
Imagine the big bang
just a crap table roll.
Sorry, Mr. Einstein.
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Time is only as real as
imagination pretends.
* * * *
Why ruin that?
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Beneath any surface is
an immeasurable ocean.
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Heaven is momentary;
Hell, time.
* * * *
Oh to be young again,
And whatever you
desire.
* * * *
But soft, one moment
doeth drift
With bold surety into
the next.
* * * *
Even wallflowers dance.
* * * *
There is no sanctuary
in time.
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Some are good, some are
bad, some are ugly.
All fates find the same
grave.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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