Ear Buds

as a stranger passes by, their ear

buds crammed in their ears, I

always try to hear the music

they’re listening to, as if that

were truly important, but I’m

curious to see if we might be

in the same mood, or like any

of the same music, of course

I usually find that not only

did I get too close to them, but

their taste in music is terrible

that is to say nothing like mine

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Distill

boil it down to what it really is

come to terms with what you feel

distill those tears to love or hate

distill that anger and find where it’s aimed

distill the darkness to find the light

distill that fear to its source

distill that knot in your stomach

it’s telling you more than you know

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Fear of Death

of death, what is there to fear

is it all that remains unknown

is it in the pain and suffering

is it its cold, calculating nature

for me it is in leaving work

unfinished, words unwritten,

words unspoken, promises

un-kept, goals un-reached

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All We Need

you are the warmth on my face,

the breeze brushing my skin,

the cooling storm on a hot day,

the shade in the patch of woods,

the rain dripping from leaves,

you are all that brings life,

and you are all we need

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This Mood

This mood –

whether pensive

or melancholic

has overcome me

so completely

I must either

make my peace

or soon take my rest

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The Pit

happiness –

I don’t even know what

that means anymore

contentment –

to me that sounds

like some made-up word

direction –

I have enough of that

as I go the way I want

purpose –

my life can mean what you

decide it means after I’m gone

.

we find it necessary to

assign values and meaning

to everything

the pit in the center

of my stomach

tells me there’s no

reason to impute

meaning or reason

it’s only life

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Hate

I hate that you own that part of me

I hate that I can’t break free of you

I hate your eyes – they entrap me

I hate your smile – it melts me

I hate your voice – it soothes me

I hate your presence – it haunts me

I’d hate you if I didn’t love you

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Coming Up Short

I can think of no worse fate in life

than coming this close

just this damned close

to what you want, what you desire

.

these self-help schmucks tell

us to be the best us we can be

and, of course, that’s bullshit

.

don’t listen to those hucksters

they only want a buck and

they only succeed if you’re an idiot

.

it’s about working your ass off

fighting for every single inch

and coming up a quarter-inch

short

.

and why accept that? why ever

think that that’s okay? it’s not

and we all know it. it’s just not.

.

coming up short is its own tragedy

but giving up or giving in or accepting –

that’s a fate worse than death

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Be

rinse the world from your shoulders

loosen the weight from your neck

bring yourself up from sinking

.

be who you are meant to be

or just be – just simply be

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Yours

don’t pass that mirror

stop and look

the vision you see

that is yours

it is all you have

it is all you were given

it is yours

do with it as you wish

but it is all you have

you will only have one

go to make use of it

and with it you can succeed

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