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We Aren’t Really Talking Anyway

It doesn’t matter, anyway,
if you don’t hear a word I say.
And if you hear, why don’t you listen?
Does it matter what you’re missing,
if the words there in your presence
don’t much matter. Does it make sense
to pretend that conversation’s
what we after? It’s a new situation. Continue reading

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Lose Your “Authentic” Self

It feels like not that many years ago there was an interest, almost a “movement” if you will, to seek out and embrace our “authenticity”, to “get real” with ourselves and our world, and cut through all the game-playing to get back to the essentials of human living. Continue reading

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Virtuosity

Is the solution so simple and black and white that you can tweet it? Weighing in with your two cents isn’t risking your money. Is the right answer pitting our us against them in a blind fool’s game? No one … Continue reading

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Does Somebody Win?

Doesn’t seem to make much sense at all; win or lose don’t matter in the end. It’s a race that seems too close to call; finish line’s just up around the bend. Doesn’t seem to change much day to day; … Continue reading

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Plain Speaking: toddaid

“You must speak more plainly, sir,” he said, “Most men ignore the complicated. Their jaded minds and souls seek simple things: weak drinks, brutal sports, the understated.” “How much more sad that seems,” I made reply, “to have no dreams … Continue reading

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A Thing: barzeletta

A thing before the eyes, so crystal clear, a vision any fool could plainly see: the fate of any government of men who choose, not to subdue nor comprehend the reasons why a thing should come to pass, or be, … Continue reading

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Happen

If it doesn’t ever happen was it ever gonna change? Do the puzzle pieces ever move or just not look the same? Are the ones that make it happen just the ones we find to blame? Do we pick and … Continue reading

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