You’ll see the look and you’ll see the lies
You’ll eat the lies and you will…
Flies in the Vaseline
Day: July 25, 2015
I met a man the other day …
I met a man the other day
Who still believes in freedom;
Who thinks to live and worship, folks
Should do as they deem best
He had his own beliefs, I know,
But didn’t think it treason
That others disagree, and walk
Upon a different path
He didn’t fear that they’d corrupt
His children with their teaching;
This freedom thus extending to
His progeny as well
The oddest thing of all, was his
Respecting strange traditions
That were not his, and wouldn’t be
As though these weren’t a threat
I offered him the bread of lies
That he could eat in comfort
To realize the evil that
All other thoughts entail
He turned it down, and said to me
Political awareness:
I know that food, it’s baked within
Oven Dishonesty
The hardest lies for us to pass
Are those of many people.
Especially, when we like them,
And we want…
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And Then There Was @KittOMalley @Robrt_M_Goldste & @_thenewsexy
The people I meet on Word Press are making it possible for me to trust again.
And Then There Was @KittOMalley @Robrt_M_Goldste & @_thenewsexy
When I close my eyes and pray
I see their names and faces
Not labels, stigma or diagnoses
But their stories of life’s races
If I were to pass them in the street
They wouldn’t even know me
Feels like I know them just the same
They’re incredible souls
Who were brave enough
To shed insight to their pain
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They have taught me things I did not know
Things others would pretend to be aware of
Things like how the weather can affect Kitt
whose been diagnosed as Bipolar
I knew that rain could cause stiffness in joints
But now know seasons changing can make despair hover
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Then there’s Robert
an artist and my new cyberbuddy who taught me about Dissociative Identity Disorder
He too shares and gives and pours
Out to others though life tries to intermittently dehydrate his…
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What my father taught me
My father taught me that there are two ways to go through life. You can tiptoe and get safely to your destination without anyone noticing you passed here or you stamp your feet hard on the ground making everybody know you are passing and you leave your footprints on the and of time.
“Make the choice and either reap the fruits or face the consequences,” he told me; and I have opted for stamping my feet hard on the ground; for he quoted John Mason who said, “If you never take risks, you’ll never accomplish anything.Everybody dies, but not everybody has lived.”
He went on to tell me: “Be bold! Be courageous!I do not encourage you to live a thoughtless or reckless life, for that would be a sure path to destruction; but I encourage you to live a bold, courageous, life, taking meaningful, calculated risks. Without this, you waste…
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Art by Rob Goldstein 