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WHO IS THAT GUY?
Who? That guy?
Yeah!That guy right there!
Why that’s That Guy!
That guy is That Guy!?
Yeah! That Guy!
What do you care?
I hear he’s brilliant at embarrassment
And thinks seriously about silly things
He is abnormally normal
Yet unstrangely strange
That Guy is the very epitome of flawless imperfection
A skillfully clumsy fellow through and through
Who has made a great many mistakes
And has many more blunders due
I hear That Guy doesn't know how he got where he is
Or how to go where he’s going
So he lives each day like the last
Doing the best he can without knowing
That Guy has endured the many licks of life
The tickles, the bruises, the ones that still bleed
Laughing and crying he carries on
Wishing for wants without filling his need
I hear That Guy is afraid of many fears
Rejection, failure, and the Grim Reaper too
But he pretends to be as brave as he can be
Hoping nobody will see through
I hear That Guy does his best to look his best
To show the world that he’s never been better
But truthfully in reality
He barely holds it all together
Do you know That Guy?
Yeah! That Guy! Right there!
Well of course I do!
That Guy is me!
That Guy is you!
That Guy is everybody everywhere!
U D S O E E
N I C V R D
What lies there
We do not know
Surely more than nothing must be there to see
The stir of something
A sudden thrill
A scuttle forward
A ponder back
A glimpse of brilliance
Followed by confusion
Bewitched by it all
Desperate to piece together
Whatever it was you saw
An inkling of an idea
A flash of curiosity
A spark of interest lost
A most mysterious memory
What lies there?
We do not know
Except for certain
Some days are good
Some days are bad
Some days are a fuzzy haze
Of awful and wonderful
A mixed bag
Life is nuts!
We'll all wish for more days to be had
On the ground!
Round and round!
Lost and searching
No web found
Starved for anything
Safe and sound
On the ground!
We have more in common
Than I thought till now
Carry on my friend
No harm, no foul
I hate to burst my bubble...
But when I don't
I find myself in trouble
Unaware of what's really out there
Oblivious to the reality around me
Blinded by the light of bliss
Full of ignorance
Amiss to the utmost possibility...
That where I have privilege
Another may not
That what I see as perfect
May be full of rot
That the truth is a real fickle fucker
Not always so easy to say
And so perhaps I am deceiving myself
To see black and white in a world of gray
Pressing upon walls of prejudice and layers of fears
Built up unknown in my mind over the years
With a squeeze and a prick and a pop
I want to pull on what is certain
And let the curtain drop!
To uncover Oz and look beyond the bubble
To see what I’ve been missing caught up in the struggle
All the ugly and scary things, the cruel and unkind
All the beauty, promise and creatures most divine
To discover what is put there before curiosity is lost
A new outlook
A fresh perspective
A sight to see unbound, unblind
A whole ‘nother world I would have believed unreal
Until now I see it undenied
In the comfort of this new found reality
I have a habit of protecting it with a new layer of fantasy
In moments of clarity and confusion
Of what I think I understand
And what must be a delusion
Now I float further and farther away
What then is one to do?
Toil with trouble! Burst your bubble!
If not you, who else will!?
Carve out from within
Give life a listen
From beyond the stubborn surround sound
Of the echo chamber in your way
That’s the best guess I’ve got
Of what I think I’ve thought
From inside the bubble I find myself in today
By the Glow of
There we were
Just the three of us
Brothers on the basement floor
Not a care in the world
Except who next got the controller
Playing games with names like
Mario, Mega Man and Super Spike World Cup
On a tiny T.V. paneled with plastic wood grain
Equipped with a metal dial to turn between stations
Showing static we called bug wrestling
As we tried everything to get a game working
Blowing down the cartridge
POWER on and POWER off finagling
Until after much effort
We found ourselves awestruck
By the glow of NINTENDO
Showing us epic worlds through an 8-bit window
As a mosaic of sound and music
Beeped and booped through our veins
With spectacular style
We adventured together in competitive cooperation
Watching each other win or lose
As the elder taught the younger
Hidden secrets for extra lives
This is how we spent our summer afternoons
Keeping boredom away for awhile
Then it happened one day
My two older brothers fought over a game
Something about Roger Clemens Baseball
And somebody swindling swings
One made a threat the other thought was not true
Until a moment later there was a cry
And a black eye to boot
Chaos and commotion followed
As they both struggled upstairs to be the first to say
Their side of the story to mom and dad wondering
“What in the world did they!?”
After all was said and done
It may have been game over for them
But for me, the youngest brother of three
I took this opportunity rarely given,
Thinking for a moment after patiently waiting...
“Well now I guess it’s my turn to play.”
Brain teaser torture
One thunk for fun puzzle prick
Nine by nine logic
Blank stare, square by square
Stuck in a rut... What the fuck!?
Never, never quit!
For the umpteenth time
Searching, Melting mind. For what?
The aha moment!
Now how could one expect
Then the absolute
From whatever life has to offer?
Life after all
Is full of potential
To feel incredible and be exceptional
On the occasion that fortune smiles on the victor
Hard as it is
That if you invest
In expecting less
You allow room for surprise
By more pleasant returns
And overtime, overall
Gain an appreciation
For more laughing matters
Whenever life burns
Whatever the odds may have been
Is not a nod of yes
To strive for mediocrity
This is thus
That less is more
Now I hope after all of this
You are not expecting bliss
Or anything else from me!
Make our country great again!
Back to the way it was back then!
Free from tyranny! Free from sin!
Tell me now, do you remember when?
That span of greatness, long, long ago…
Our greatest hour, do you know?
What era with this honor do we bestow?
When were we so great and great how so?
Were we at war with each other
Or another nation?
Did we give power to the patriarchy
Or the corporation?
What did we choose, slavery
To be immigrants fighting natives
What was being used to stoke our fears?
Communism or terrorism?
Rumors of witches or queers?
Where did we cast our hatred and jeers?
At the monsters among us
Or those forced upon a trail of tears?
And how did we acquire our great wealth and privilege?
Did we earn our keep
Or murder and pillage?
Take it from our own people
Or another village?
Who was given liberty?
Who was given death?
Who did we leave with nothing left?
Can we truly claim greatness
With every breath?
Or have we become greatly
Make our country great again?
Back to where?
Back to when?
Back to reality
Or to our imagination?
To a greater truth
Or the greatest fiction?
WE WERE GREAT
I know it to be true
But you must ask yourself, great for who?
Great for me or great for you?
Or great for some ungrateful fool?
The truth is greatness does not dwell in a time and place
Instead it thrives in those who give it chase
With courage and perseverance, patience and grace
Great people overcome the great folly of the human race.
So go on and make the world great again!
Strive for greatness everyday
With every action!
From the heart!
From the soul!
From deep down within!
Tell me now
When will you begin?
Indecision of the soul
Where to stop
Where to go
I don’t know
I don’t know
Unless of course…
Guess I guess
A choice among a mind a mess
What is worst
What is best
Inside the source…
The heart followed
Fulfills the need
Break the chain
Take the key
Do feel free
To feel free
Embrace this force…
Make it so
Where to stop
Where to go
Now I know
Now I know