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No Forks Given

There are no untraveled roads

In human lives on Earth,

Just a single well-worn trail

You’ve traveled since your birth.

No choice you ever didn’t make

Can burden you with debts;

You’ve walked too well along your path

To suffer from regrets.

Every scrape and every scar

Through every dusty mile

Brought every hidden tear of joy

And every quiet smile.

So should a stumble in your past

Disturb your present mind,

Salvation’s on the trail ahead;

There is no trail behind.

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Probably Murder Too, But…

This may be oversimplified

But I think there’s just one sin:

To sacrifice one’s love of life

In the hope you’ll somehow win.

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Pass It On

There’s a lot in life to pass on

Like the buck, the ball, the chance,

The slow guy in the right lane

And the guy who wants to dance.

There’s a lot in life to pass on

But some we should pass more:

A smile, a joke, a genius stroke,

What matters at our core.

We can take a pass on vacuuming

Without many repercussions

But we don’t get back missed kisses

And unlistened-to discussions.

And as you pass decisions

Other folks are passing too

So tell the world “I’m open”

And smile at what gets passed to you.

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On The General Nature Of Material Things

In this world of cats and dogs,

Of black and white, of bricks and logs,

It seems it nature’s choice we trust

The things which most resemble us,

Because of nature or our minds,

We oft call “evil” other kinds

Of creatures, colors, or supplies;

To do this I don’t think is wise.

If dogs chase cats or cats scratch dogs,

If we stack bricks or burn some logs

We do these things not out of spite

But merely ’cause it feels right.

So are we, by our nature, wrong

To do as we’ve done all along

Merely since a precious few

Feel malice as these things they do?

Shall we, must we, can we insist

That the building and the chase desist?

Are we all not good human beings

But, one and all, [Insert here]-ist fiends?

I like to think what harm we do

Is in pursuit of what is true,

And if we don’t find verity

We fail with true sincerity.

Impose not evil on the Earth

For no more than being given birth

And if another’s sin you see

Know the sinner is human like you and me.

Perhaps through this we’ll forget war,

We’ll never suffer anymore.

More likely we’ll still scratch and bite

But, mindfully, still smile despite.

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Well, The Years Start Coming And They Don’t Stop Coming! Fed To The Rules And I Hit The Ground Runnin’! (If you don’t get this joke, you’re one of the first two)

When you say 2001

Some say “A space odyssey,”

Some say “September 11th,”

Some say “The year of the first Shrek movie.”

One of those subgroups

Is precious to me.

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Proof: WordPress Knows If You’re Blind

I noticed just this morning

My blog was visited six times:

Six people clicked to read how I

Come up with stuff that rhymes.

But it was the next statistic

That gave me a miscue:

Though I’d had six visitors

I’d only had one view.

At first I was astonished,

Then delight bloomed from surprise:

Six people came to see my blog

And five had closed their eyes!

I thought I’d gotten softer

The longer I wrote here

But I repulsed 5/6ths of viewers

And that brings me much good cheer.

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Goliath Is Overrated

What if you were the Ocean,

The giver of life?

The sun in the sky,

The opponent of strife?

How ’bout Abraham Lincoln,

The breaker of chains,

Or the guy who made aspirin,

Reliever of pain?

If you were a titan,

A hero to all

Would you waste your own life

‘Cause today you feel small?

So why open that bottle

Or play Russian Roulette

Just ’cause your inner titan

Hasn’t changed the world yet?

And if, on the off chance

You’re the non-titan type

You still have good reasons

To live without gripe:

Many a diamond

Began life as mere coal

And the smallest of molehills

Means the world to its mole.

Every flower must bloom,

Every river must flow.

It takes millions of light years

To see a star’s glow,

And your non-titan life

Is a life nonetheless.

Whose molehill will you be?

That’s anyone’s guess.

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