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I Dream

I dream of a Utopia

Where no one eats for free,

Where no elected shadow

Dictates how I must be me,

A place I can be lonely

When I don’t want to fight.

Utopia, I know you’re there

Smiling, out of sight.

I’m homesick for Utopia,

Where death is commonplace,

Where value lies within the heart

Instead of on the face,

A world of small discomforts

That all will know and love

And one where there’s no safety net

Or eyes from up above.

The void between Utopia

And where I’m standing now

Is only empty space to cross,

And so I take a vow

To walk beyond the cliff I see,

To fall, or else to fly.

My body may not make it;

That’s how I know it’s worth a try.

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Hallelujah

There lived a man who wished to die,

With lips malformed so when he’d sigh

The anguish that emerged was like

The first sunrise of Spring.

The humans that he’d never known

Had from all places to him flown

With no intent to comfort him

But just to hear him sing.

The singer sang, the cryer cried

To oceans deep and mountains wide

And every human listener thought

The singer read their mind.

The speaker spoke, the moaner moaned.

His sorrows said, his hopes intoned

Leaving unspoken just enough,

Ensuring seekers find.

He screamed at them in loneliness:

A girl in far too short a dress

Confused by why she couldn’t find

A man who’d stay ’til morning

And, to the men who eyed her, said

To see her heart before her bed

But all they heard were pretty words

And not the singer’s warning.

He sang to those who owned the gold,

The young who’d never gotten old,

The old who’d never been a child,

To those without a penny.

His sharing was his means to cope.

His medicine was spreading hope

Perhaps to you, the listening few

Among the mindless many.

The living listened as he cried,

He sang also to those who died,

A song for all who made mistakes

And sought to change their fate.

Some say that Satan turned to hear

And even shed a single tear.

Although the angel fell from grace

His wings might still bear weight.

No one asked the singer’s name.

To his wake no listeners came

For clouds above were pearly white

And sky above was blue.

Thus did the singer move along.

No longer needed was his song.

The singer lives forever

Even though his wish came true.

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Remember The Instigators

Today we thank the eager few

Who gave their lives for me and you,

Who walked through fire, blood, and steel

Knowing well how it would feel,

Enduring all put in their path,

Both human fear and nature’s wrath.

They kept their word and walked the walk

‘Cause politicians wouldn’t talk.

Tomorrow we will thank the few,

Among their number maybe you,

Who stood their ground and bravely said

“We do not want our children dead.”

“We do not need what others own.

We welcome strangers to our home.

The cause of each and every war

Are those in whom our power we store.”

Today remember soldiers late

So those to come won’t share their fate.

There’ll be no “Those who came before”

When humankind says “no” to war.

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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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Knowledge =/= Power

I know how to love my neighbor.

I know how to win a fight.

I know how to hold my ground

And not back down from what is right.

I know how to give a speech

And how to help a friend in need.

I know how to make love grow

From what was but a tiny seed.

I know how to be myself.

I know how one’s heart forgives.

I know how to stoke the fire

Which in my soul forever lives.

I know how to have no fear

And hold myself in high regard.

The only problem I can see

Is everything I know is hard.

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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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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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