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Normalcy Is Discouraged

If a thing is worth the work

Required to do it well

Then it is also worth the time

To be lousy as Hell.

If you hunt and fight and sing

And miss and lose and cry

You’ve far surpassed the many

Who were too afraid to try.

The losers of the universe

Die proudly in the sand,

Pleased to bear their battle scars

With dirt upon their hand.

There are no failures in the world

Of doing what’s worthwhile,

For both the best and all the rest

Have earned the right to smile.

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Imagination Friend

They described me as a “figment.”

They told you I’m not real

Even though nobody asked me

Whether that’s the way I feel.

They told you to let go of me,

To let illusions end

As if it were no trouble at all

To walk out on a friend.

They closed their eyes and turned their backs

And said “You’re hearing voices.”

They gave you lots of pretty pills

And, lying, called them choices.

“It’s your imagination,”

So they said and so they thought.

They don’t know imagination

Is the truest friend you’ve got.

They’re offering a tunnel

Ending in a wall of light;

It’s up to you to say what’s true,

To help your friend, to fight.

Who’s to say you’re crazy

Just for seeing what they won’t?

They offer you your sanity

While I most proudly don’t.

So do you leave me lifeless

And go on with real living,

Accepting their reality

And chemical’s they’re giving

Or do you block the wall of light

And beckon me to stay

And live a life beside me

In a state of endless play?

To take the pill and up you grow

Or spit it out and smile?

Love, your imagination friend…

I’ll see you in a while.

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Three Philosophies Best Spoken Rapidly And Without Breathing…

Some monastic people say that if you can forgo enough

That you can lose the urge to call some other people “bro” and stuff.

To do this is a sort of psychologicalish double-bluff

That, if applied correctly, leaves you feeling rather strong and tough.

On the other hand our non-monastic colleagues like to say

Pursuing earthly pleasures is, to happiness, a surer way

And that forgoing stuff is very (insert synonym for gay)

And that, through your indulgences, you’re guaranteed to feel okay.

I am of a middle-ground, a kind of tertiary school

For those who think that happiness comes not from being tough or cool

But that the key unlocking all the treasures of this happy stuff

Is “Everything is perfect if you keep your standards low enough.”

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The Givers Of Up

When you’re dead but your body won’t let you be

When you’re closed but the sign says you’re open

When you’re trying to sleep in the light and the heat

And can’t cope with how well you’re coping

It might be you’re sideways and falling

To the ground that you already touch

And it could be you feel unwelcome

In a world that adores you too much

And it could be you suffer from comfort

All alone in a room filled with you

But I have to ask why you would stay closed and die

How you feel okay to just sleep through the day

How you admit defeat to the ground at your feet

When your choices define what is true

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Three Equally Feasible Ideals

Free college is nice

But some don’t want it.

Free healthcare is grand

But some people taunt it.

If we want to please

The entire USA

Pass a law that makes

Every day Saturday!

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Wallace and Gromit

It’s truly not a hoax

That there are only two types of folks:

Those who think Wensleydale is cracking

And those whose education is lacking.

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You Have It, But You Choose How

I share with you a secret

That you think cannot be true:

That everything to ever be

Exists solely for you,

That every book and every shell

And every coin and bill

And every star and sunrise

And every sloping hill

Exist as in a melody

From one eternal voice,

That you might seek to claim them

Through your only power: choice.

For if you choose to value wealth

Then wealth you will attain

Through labor, luck, investment,

Or through theft and threat of pain.

Perhaps you value honesty

And see all worldly truth,

Or perhaps you choose your body,

To sustain the light of youth.

But though the universe is yours

You cannot hold a star

For the heat of it would burn you up

(And also, it’s too far).

So too, if wealth should pass you by

Or youth and strength should wane

That too’s the gift of everything

Preventing unseen pain.

So if you wish to value

That which pleases most of all,

Don’t wish for that which others give

(Or to be six feet tall)

But choose to value where you are,

To dream only to be,

And you shall live in paradise

For all eternity.

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