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When You’re 25 and She’s 26…

Here I am, a little boy.

How strongly my heart beats

Gazing on an elder swan

Praying time repeats,

For how can I grow ever older

As the world grows ever colder

Knowing my arms will never enfold her,

And facing only defeats?

Here I am, a tiny man

Seeing into the past

A lady, once in a lifetime

Traveling ever too fast.

Many a princess has been misled

Into kissing a frog, but not when it’s dead

And I, but a tadpole, just watched as she fled

And I wish my heart might beat its last

For how can you live with a soul

Guaranteed to miss half of its whole,

Being born in a land whose cruel history planned

To demand from your hand unfair toll?

For a frog may love flying,

But know only a leap, imitation.

So I, left unborn in the past

See my love through a like limitation,

With a heart never freed

From perpetual need

Knowing she’ll never read

This most pitiful seed

That someday just might grow

To a tree that might show

Just how far I would go

So that maybe she’d know

Here I am!

Here I am!

Here I go!

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Mornings

Like the breath of the moon I watched my thoughts

And sang within my heart,

Combining dreams with promises

Into an invisible art.

I listened for the absent birds

Counting seconds before they pass

Which is a more mystical way to say

I was tired so I sat on my ass.

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Christmas Somewhen

Somewhen there’s a child

In the snowy winter night

Staring upward into Heaven

And onto the brightest star.

Somewhen there’s a desperate man

Who lost his latest fight

Who’ll spend the snowy evening

In the backseat of his car.

Somewhen a chilly gentleman

Will give one final cast;

A trip to somewhere lonely ends

With pulling on a rod.

Somewhen there’s a virgin

Sitting on her ass

As it carries her to Bethlehem

Where she’ll give birth to God.

Somewhen at the skating rink

He steals a midnight kiss

As the lights and drinks are flowing

And all life seems to rhyme.

Somewhen brothers stand as one

Amidst a toxic hiss

And proceed to kill themselves

One shot at a time.

Somewhen wrapping paper tears.

Somewhen candles light

Someone’s unspoken birthday wish

And others left forlorn.

Among the bullets, bottles, candles,

Kisses, stars, and night

I hope another savior

Somewhen in you is born.

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The English Language Is Biased Against Non-Diurnal Happenstances, And I Won’t Stand For It!

For things in the past people will say

“Things in the past happened yesterday.”

But what I think just isn’t right

Is why we don’t say “Yesternight.”

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World Peace, Step One

I saw a guy driving today

Who had a sign in their back window:

“Please stay back,

“New stick shift driver.”

I’m putting that in the back window

Of every car I buy

From this day forward.

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The Model Meets The Gamer

I’m young and very beautiful

As you can clearly see,

And so I guess you’re losing sleep

So oft you think of me?

…

It’s true that you are beautiful,

It’s true that you are young,

But I think of you as often

As the flavor of my tongue.

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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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The Longest Road

I travel by the road at dawn,

The sunrise at my back,

Unaware in blissful youth

Of all the things I lack.

When day has broken, I press on

In a cardinal direction,

Unaware that I’m unguided

Save by pleasure and affection.

By noon I sweat and labor on

Beneath the sun I know,

Still the same despite the fact

It has a harsher glow.

Beyond that point I cannot see,

The sun filling my eyes,

And do not know that all I know

Is naught but youthful lies.

Then I lie down to rest myself

After the sun has gone

And wait until the sun returns

To blindly carry on.

What few have seen when journeying

Beneath the gold sun’s light

Is how the road’s a circle

Sloping gently to the right,

Still fewer will discover

(And even fewer learn)

Is whether we are blind or wise

When, to dawn, we must return.

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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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