If We Could…

If only we could.

Envy

If we could

Appreciate people

For what is good about them

Form no judgments

About things that don’t matter

And only take issue

With their faults

It would be an improvement

Since our current approach

Is to hate or envy people

For what’s good about them

Take issue

With things that don’t matter

And form no judgments

About their faults

Precursor

I am resolved…

Precursor

And on this day, I do resolve
To live my life correctly;
Create no new problems to solve
Or handle them directly

I see the possibilities
The things that could go wrong;
But I won’t go there. No I won’t.
I’m sure I will be strong…

Single Thought #18 – Classified Humanity

The foundational step.

When I hear

The individual is not what matters

It is the group (or “system”) they belong to

I believe I recognize

The foundational step

Of every truly great evil

The world has ever known

No Photo Included

… It’s like raging against a storm…

I now you’re stressed
There’s been the tension of moving
Our oldest daughter getting married soon
And you keeping our sixteen month old grandson every day

I know that
There’s not much left
For you to give

But I miss the feeling of being wanted
Feeling admired and desired
So I fantasize

I fantasize about you

I never knew why you loved me so intensely
And I know I’ve never deserved it

But I still miss it

And

It’s

Like

Raging against a storm
The storm will go on, it has nothing to do with me

And I’ll shuffle around this new house
Putter around on my computer
And be up early again tomorrow
To go to work

And you and I will continue to give ourselves away
Completely

To everyone but each other

Isn’t It Fun?

Isn’t it?

Abandoned House

Isn’t it fun to laugh and joke
About the pain of others?
Isn’t it great to shove aside
Our sisters and our brothers?

Isn’t it just the cutest thing
To hate someone – and show it?
Isn’t it just so human to
Be cruel, but never know it?

My Midlife Crisis

… has been a little out of the ordinary, perhaps.

Red Convertible

Calling it a “mid-life crisis” is presumptuous, since
We don’t how long we’re going to live.

Nevertheless, I started mine early:
When I was roughly twenty-eight.

I got the obligatory red sports car, and
I wore sunglasses all the time.

I hooked up with a much younger woman, and
Was with her long enough to get divorced

And to have a child, who has
Paid the price ever since.

So, in actual mid-life, the crisis is
Dealing with the aftereffects

Of the mid-life crisis
I had prematurely