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    Would we know where we are going
    On this lonely road we run....
    If there was no one to control us
    Except by things ourselves had done?

    "Ah-ha!" says all of reason
    "That's exactly what we'll do....
    Give the humans enough timing
    So they can see themselves – clear through...."


    Letting the words line up
    for 'The sentencing'

    WHO in here could answer?
    Or WHAT in here could say??
    ....The things we all are seeing
    As each person feels their way??

    WHAT in here could wonder?
    Or make an image to assume ...
    That each person is connected
    By their problems in their room??

    WHEN could understanding
    Have a lineup all it's own?
    So our very own - called 'future'
    From our past could now be shown??

    WHERE will be the laying
    Of the wisdom that killed fear
    —To bring all of the treasure
    That one 'I' could say "It's HEAR!"?

    Or WHY do words still linger
    And WHY would words still care??
    —Unless they're buried deep within you
    To escape.... and take you THERE


    The tattle-tells reading will....

    She died on a day
    That nobody knew
    Though rumors foretold it
    Still it's legends had grew

    For there on the pages
    Laid the proof from her pen
    —That all minds were avoiding
    Until.... No other way in

    As some will leave money
    Or some will leave proof
    That the thing we can't take
    Always had been the truth....

    But in great moderation
    There's no truth that's untold
    'She died on a day'....
    —Now their life's to unfold


    It's 'What they said'....

    It's said "Words can not teach"
    But in ONE case they do....
    —When experience helps
    To digest you a few

    Or why would the teeth
    Even think they'd be in?....
    And not share the blame
    Of what's done in the skin??

    But who can consider
    What kind of words we must chew?
    —Until their stuck in our knowledge
    We don't know what they'll do....


    Sky drivers

    Before I jumped out the 'plain'
    I knew they'd forgot
    The thing they would need
    When a 'falling' gives thought....

    But what could I say
    As I stood there to stare?
    —Over loads we will carry
    And one more we can't bear?....

    So I made a commitment
    To squeeze through with my own
    And scream while I'm falling
    —Or how's 'thought' ever shown?


    The only breath I know

    They were setting the pace
    Of the pace they would go
    While running the race
    Of a race they don't know

    They were telling the time
    On a clock they can't see
    While doing their own
    In their body of 'me'

    They were taking the credit
    For all that they did....
    So where are those people
    When the problems not hid?

    They were taking the story
    To the end of the line....
    Raising 'Here lies the truth....'
    —After that we'll be fine


    ....Humans

    The day had been darkened
    When the owner had showed
    And questioned the mess
    On the place he'd bestowed

    "What is this chaos?....
    And what have you done??
    The air's filled with smoke
    And who here's having fun?"

    ...."And what is this stain?
    That you say is 'A spill'??....
    Why weren't you digging
    For solutions – not drill??"

    A small voice spoke up
    And said "We needed the stuff
    To get us to work
    Because we had not enough"

    "What!?" The voice questioned
    "There is food all around....
    Also liquids and shelter
    As it comes from the ground!"


    "But the treasure!...." He stated
    "Had been left for you too
    The gold and the silver....
    Found through words that you'll chew"

    The small voice responded
    "What'd you leave them here for?"
    Hearing "BETTER than this....
    Because who else shall do more!?"


    Feeding what you want into it

    I ate what they served
    ...Until I was taught
    That 'I needed to THINK
    To know WHAT I have THOUGHT'

    So I prepared for myself
    ....Instead of portions they fed
    And went for the words
    The first writers had said....

    —Not to the servers
    Who don't know how I learn
    —Until I've cooked it myself
    I'm just tasting their burn

    While I still can consider
    All the meals I've sat through
    And watched them all choke
    On the words they can't chew

    ....And here we've our present
    All from life wisdom's shelf
    'Well done' takes some timing
    But the proof is – our self


    When the tax break falls

    The fattened little piglet
    Had no place to stand alone
    Because his pen had 'runneth over'
    Of that place he called a home

    The fattened little piglet
    Didn't know how well he looked
    ....Until he heard the warning
    "It was time that something's cooked!"

    The fattened little piglet
    Isn't fattened anymore
    As his neighbors now look bigger
    Because he learned what 'sharing's' for!


    Where your book ends ... meet

    I'm referring to no one
    With the things I comprise
    As truth is the truth
    —But can go in disguise

    Like a quote from a person
    Or an ancient to stare....
    With prophetic old treasures
    Whom left 'words' for our care

    ....But the dropping of names
    By the greatest that's taught
    May lead some to argue
    And we'll miss the true 'thought'

    For the wisest truth written:
    'Life comes and it goes
    —All else is between'
    And your truth lies in those


    With a brush of the tongue

    The first 'little comment'
    Will stick in the mind
    Like ugly wall paper
    With no texture to find

    It fashions the walls
    Of the internal place
    So its resident owner
    Will have IT in their face

    While encouraging words
    Of something positive said
    Is a small coat of paint
    For inside that crazed head

    And so goes the arrangement
    Of the world that we view
    Knowing 'negatives stick'
    But clear words take a few!....


    Serving for generations

    I once had took a problem
    From the ones that's left behind
    And applied it to my thinking
    To see if 'reason' could now find

    But 'Where to start?' I wondered
    With some reasons to see through
    ....Until a problem HIT me!
    So I blamed it on 'reason' too....

    ....I once had took a reason
    And 'the problems' I have learned....
    Is they're forever supposed to chase you
    To give the wisdom you have EARNED!


    No choice but to....

    There's a mysterious face
    That nobody knows
    And choose not to look
    Until 'death' itself shows

    Then search for some wisdom
    Or question the 'why?'....
    —As if we couldn't notice
    All but dirt doesn't die

    So we'll reach for some knowledge
    Of what we should know
    Learning – 'What we are doing
    Makes the message we'll show'

    While here in the 'meantime'
    We have freedom to play....
    And paying attention
    To what life through us say

    But alas – we are human
    And have learned what it took
    Which leaves us the option
    Of 'No choice but to LOOK!'


    Hear today.... echo tomorrow

    "I'll always be open"
    Let each book cover cry
    But the words can't jump out
    No matter how hard they try

    So truth must be taken
    In the portions we're served
    ....While 'experience' helps
    To give more than deserved

    But after some thinking
    Words will make themselves clear
    ....You don't have to believe them
    But they won't leave you - 'here'....


    Gone.... on going

    "Gone are the days"
    We all know that it's true
    But are 'gone' the emotions
    That the time put you through?

    Gone are the days
    When it's been there – and done
    And gone is the time
    To reflect – 'what's not won?'

    And gone are the days
    That we can't think things through
    Because gone are the times
    We can't learn what is true

    ....But gone aren't the seconds
    We can do as we've chose
    Because soon today's gone
    And then leaves 'Just suppose....'