Buddhist monk sits
In front of the Buddha effigy he meditates
Along comes a morally impoverished soul
Who spits on the effigy and does not hesitate
He looks at the monk
Awaiting for a reply
“You spit I pray” says the monk
Without turning a blind eye
The moral of this story
Those who try to spit at heaven
The spittle does not defile the target
But comes back down upon his own vile facial expression
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DCG
We are young
Open to the world before us
What opportunities do we recognize?
What do we find superfluous?
We test the waters
Sometimes we take a risk
Sometimes our reality check
Burns us to a crisp
In light of these facts
I’ve enjoyed these times even more
My reflections as a younger man
Seeking this life to explore
Never forget
This passion to live
In the decades that will pass
There will be much for us to forgive
Keep the fire burning
At the sight of our dusk
Surely the sun will rise again
Let not the heart turn to husk
Leave behind what is not useful
Live today as if it was your last
Like the memories of myself as a younger man
I loved having no qualms of my past
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DCG
I have my flaws
I somehow understand yours
I look beyond the surface
I’m in the club of empathetic entrepreneurs
Is this my curse?
Not choosing well with whom I may fall?
We’ve crossed this line before
Look at that, oh what a squall
Despite what should be my better sense
I forgive and move on
Still I want to fill my heart
Wanting you by my side in the dawn
I’m asking the questions
That makes me look at my reality
What do I posit?
What makes me an enlistee?
I understand my vulnerability
I understand my strong features
I may not make the right play
But I’m certain I won’t be on the bleachers
There is something more I see
Than you are willing to let on
This is why I wait
This is why I fawn
Part of me knows this as fact
Part of me knows this dance
What will become of this?
My temptress of circumstance
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DCG
In times we feel deeply
In times we know
A warning from one who has suffered
The severed ear of Vincent Van Gogh
Reach out to others
Cast out the demons you possess
Don’t be bedeviled by an inner voice
That drives you to aggress
We are creatures of habit
We have many opportunities to mend
Don’t throw away a life
If you are not willing to bend
The difference of opinion
We face on many fronts
Must be dealt with
But only one time we must confront
The danger of tyranny
The danger of misplaced trust
The danger of losing our liberty
Dispel the power that some people lust
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DCG
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