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Once upon a time there was a wolf that was born in a pack.  Yet the cub felt that something had lacked. The wolf had tried to be part of the group.  He tried and tried until he was pooped. He thought and pondered of what he wanted to be.  It was then that he noticed something he'd never seen. A group of sheep so friendly and kind.  It was something he thought he'd never find. He knew of the history and how scared they would be of his teeth.  So he found some cover and put on some wool fleece. He slowly walked to the sheep with caution and care.  Hoping the sheep wouldn't look under his wears. He said "How do you do my fellow sheep?  Isn't this a fine day?"  As the wolf feared of what the sheep might say. They looked at him and with a nod all agreed.  "This is a fine day, the finest we have seen!" The wolf sighed with relief and he had fit in.  He had made it this far but now his lessons would begin. He p...

Green, green is what I desire. They tell me that green is what I need to get. Green is where I feel good. Yet where I stand I see the brown, so close to me, so detailed the edges of decay. I stare at the fault of the grass on which I stomp on.  The grass that bares the weight of me everyday. As I lift myself on the strength of a tiny blade, I look over the fence and see another yard so green, so lush, so much better than the grass I that bares my weight. I spend my days looking at the other yard, I spend my days looking at what I don't have. Each day, every hour, longing for what I think is better for me. Each day, every hour neglecting the yard that I hold. Is the sight of the grass in the distance greener because of where I look, because I don't even tend to my lawn. As the yard that I hold, that I starve, that I don't water and neglect lends itself to decay. I begin to despise it, to judge why my dried up lawn doesn't look as green as the other y...

Dark and cold, the woods bring on a mysterious night. We huddled around the fire trying to keep warm. We joked at the night sky and sang in the dim light of the stars.  In the midst of wind howling through the trees, even the clouds choose not to come out tonight. Then it struck, for most of us we were fine but it only took one to start.  The panic and fear in their eyes. We all asked if they were ok but it was too late.  The fear settled in and we all started to build protection with purpose. We built barriers and weapons as best as we could from what they told us. More and more people began to give suggestions as to how to protect us but I couldn't help think what are we scared of? I didn't see it, did they? But we kept building.  We would sit around the fire and plan, prepare, talk of how we would be happy to destroy it, what it meant if it caught us. I sat and listened with no worries to add. I didn't see it, I wasn't sure what it was. The night went on,...

I might not be the Light of your life. The world is full of brighter things that all offer wonderful paths on your way through the day. I might not be the one you need when you walk out the door each morning, getting ready to accomplish so many things . Yet when it's cold and dark, when the night comes let me light up the night enough to guide you home and keep you safe. Let me be your moon. I'll be full and bright sometimes, yet other times I might only be half or just a crescent but I'll always be there. You might not see me when the sun is out, you might not need me when the daylight blankets the ground, but I'll always be there shining in the night.

In my beginning, I auditioned. A million of us and I broke through, seeded the idea that I'd be a star. The director chose me. Gave me a chance to be in his play. It took me a while to learn all the lines. Even today I forget them at times. But the competition is brutal. So many actors trying to get in the limelight. I am acting for the play, trying to study the script the director wrote.  Yet all this time these other actors just try to snooze. The kiss up to the director, get him flowers and gifts. Keep asking him I'd they are his best.  None of the actors are learning their lines, I don't even think they know what the story is about. The competition is fierce. I see it all the time.  I've seen too many people drop out either willing or cut. I'm trying so hard to figure what the story is about. Yet they all think of is the director, no thought of the play, missing the vision that the director has laid. I can hear them, the comments, how I'm sh...

I want to clothe the homeless as long as I'm warm in my jacket. I want to get you to your destination as long as you're going my way. I want to feed the hungry as long as I can have my ice cream. I want to donate to the poor as long as my investments come in. I want to invite you to our circle as long as you're just like us. I want to help the sick as long as they don't get their germs on me. I want to give you my time with you right after I get my chores done.

In the spirit of what we're built on, to give us your weak, your discarded.  We shut out all that we feel is wrong instead of inviting it in.  We want to be shined on instead of shining for others.  Step on those to build ourselves higher instead of lifting those in need. We turn to perfection to give to us instead of teach others to be perfect. When you feel other people are inferior why do you push them away instead of taking them in? Why don't you search for the weak and teach them to be stronger?  Why do you want everyone around you to lift you up on their backs? How strong does that really make you? But you wave your deserving will high above your head. Preach how you should be given everything Proud peacock with your stolen feathers Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, to stand upon their shoulders t...

We should all love each other. What about criminals? Oh no, I mean everyone but them. I hate when people stereotype me and my unwavering traditional values and lifestyle. I wish ignorant people had more of an open mind and saw that I am right. Be yourself and be part of this community. I'm a punk rocker and a hipster and these clothes let you know I am. My religion loves and accepts all kinds, as long as you love and accept us too.

When I walk downtown and see the men in their suits and beards, walking with determination and hurry from their last meeting in the corporate office, I wonder what drives them? Did the woman in the dark blue blazer go home and beat her husband? Did the man in the bow tie step over a homeless man? Did the guy with a paisley suit dress like a baby and poop his pants? What desires and fears makes these grown-ups pretend all day? Is power and money just the limited excuse of being a baby and smashing your face in all that sugary candy? Turning into a pubescent teen and spending the night masturbating? Are we still just acting out our childish nature in more adult forms? How far have we really grown? I need the next shiny, new toy. I need to not share my playthings with people who aren't like me. I need to scream and rant when I don't get my way. I need to take it all and I won't feel good until I know I have it and you don't.  My nightmares are real and if I don't ...

I walked outside from the comfort of my own home.  I was told that I need to get out, that everyone is supposed to come out and get some sun.  I opened the door and as the crack of the door exposed the brilliance it practically blinded me.  I cautiously stepped forth as my eyes adjusted and I saw so many people all still.  Groves and groves of people all with their face to the sky, their eyes white as can be.  No one moved, no one seemed to notice anything or anyone around them.  Everyone was just staring at the sun. They seemed blinded by it, never turning around to see what it is illuminating. I tried to talk to them but they didn't seem to listen.  I tried to get them to move and they didn't seem to care.  As I waved my hand in front of their eyes for even a brief second the shuttered and moved to stare at the sun again.  They seemed so scared of the shadows. Too blind to see the beauty in the contrast. The sun so big, their vision so f...

As I walked the shore, my feet sore from the sand grain scratching at my skin from the miles, my eyes gazed across the ocean as it has so many afternoons.  Yet this evening the dark blue looked different.  I saw the beauty of the ocean in a different way, the deep blue waters, the sparkling light that glimmered on it's surface.  Was this the same ocean I have walked along so many nights?  Is this the ocean that crashed it's loud waves every morning pounding the rock into sand?  I began to think that I might have not seen the waters correctly with my weary eyes.   In the beautiful sunset I chose to dive in, the warm waters welcoming me.  I swam with the fish, saw the color of the coral, felt the current lift me.  I felt alive, washed from the long days of the earth.  I floated with ease and caressed by the water.  A moment of bliss only witnessed by the night moon. As the night passed, the light of the moon slowly hid behind the ...

I am the rain that falls and causes mudslides. I am the rain that nourishes and waters the earth. I am the fire that burns the forests.  I am the fire that keeps you warm. I am the ice that frosts your toes.  I am the ice that melts down into rivers and seas. I am the ocean that topples boats.  I am the ocean that feeds the atmosphere. I am the dirt that shakes and quake.  I am the dirt that grows your fruit. I am the storm that floods the streets.  I am the storm that ends your drought. I am the pain that brings you to your knees.  I am the pain that makes you stronger. I am the light that blinds you.  I am the light that shows your path. I am the dark that makes you fear.  I am the dark that helps you hide. I am the both.  I am all.  I am life.

Floating through the universe is a moment of experience The meteor, the star, the nebula that floats among the cosmos.  A moment whether it be a bright star shining to light your way or the astroid to pummel into your world.   When that crashes through the night sky, when the light passes through the darkness, it is what we become at that moment. When the torment of the chaos of life tumbles through space are you a black hole?  Are you breathing in everything this moment bears with it?  Do you take the good with the bad?  Do you hold it in so the moment of change is an experience that you encounter?  Learn?  Bring within you and your life to remember for another day?  Do you hold those moments close to you so you know what the next star brings?  Do you hold those moments so you can warn others of the next meteor shower? Or when those moments come are you Saturn, with giant rings around you to protect you?  Do you push ou...

Let's take this moment and run to the sun We don't have a lot of time, lets play while we can The sun is setting and the day is slowly ending I want to think this can last forever I want to listen when you say always Let's forget this moment and let the day pass I though we would have more time I'm fighting against everything that the sun shines on You've put me in the dark and turned forever I wanted to think that it was always I should have known it was inevitable

Such kind words, spoken so swiftly Muttered from a caring heart I can see the kindness I can see the love Although from your lips the thoughtful words stretch only so far So quick to mention how I should do better Quick to state how I deserve more Yet as soon as you say I need to change you have left me in the middle of the field No path to follow No direction to turn You tell me what is near me is bad but offer me nothing in return Now don't get me wrong for your friendship is my life and it wouldn't be a problem if I didn't care about your words but I value your kindness, your consideration, your faith that life will work out for me yet you see me in the middle of the field with the weeds all around me I only ask for one more step a step in any direction to push or pull to clear a weed or two but I sit in this field held down by weeds holding on to so many words kind words that I am not sure where to take

When I was younger I had a dream about chasing bunnies through a lily field. As the years have gone by I've spend all this time just trying to make that dream a reality.  I look for bunnies every day, focused only on one thing.  I focus on the hoppy, white, mammal with floppy ears and in my focus I completely miss every single animal that passes by.  I haven't taken a moment to look at the field of sunflowers, the garden of roses, the lake of swans.  I missed the sky and how the clouds changed.  I never took a moment to appreciate the grass touching my feet.  I didn't have to to love what was near me.  I've got my eyes focused only on the bunnies and my dream.  The only thing that will make me happy, the only thing I let in.  I'm sorry butterfly, your majestic fluorescent colors reflecting the sun from the white Marigold is blocking my view.