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In stillness we may be taught

In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper

Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught

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Carried away by passion: an obstacle to ration

First Humans by God created
but then God decided to outsource
which turned out largely ill-fated
caused overpopulation of course

It blurred the line
of procreation
would more incline
to recreation

Is the purpose of Human Life
mainly to create more life
bringing more humans into strife
to suffering ever more rife?

As being swept away by passion
always an obstacle to ration

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first humans = Adam & Eve

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After beaten black-and-blue escape got overdue

Careless years blown dissipated
lived ignorant of too much
Dull days closed down desolated
leaned too hard on booze’s crutch

I kept on churning on shallow laps
around & around & again
’til sounded inexorably taps:
Plainly mundane, nothing arcane!

For true happiness I’d sung in vain
ignorant of another refrain

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Dawn finds me, if at all, a mere pawn

Dawn fades in auspiciously
that’s how Universe turns
Doesn’t flow in capriciously
by how emotions churn

How to know this with certitude?
While I can’t know if am I
mere prisoner to attitude
bestowed when, by whom & why?

Surely I can’t be such big of a deal
that the very sunrise knows how I feel?

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The rose was a rose not less so while she froze

Imagine how she froze
in Winter’s bleakness faded
a sole overstayed rose
shivered but far from jaded

All comfort she spurned
no longer warmed or fed
How for Spring she yearned
though by then she’d be dead

While this story tragic
shows that anticipation
might well offer magic
short of participation

While hard to be farsighted
about what’s unrequited

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Past, please leave me alone!

At night the Past keeps appearing
would it only just leave me alone
but it keeps up grinning, leering
ensuring I can never atone

Its attacks mortifying
pounding unforgiving, searing
Might they be edifying
were I humble & god-fearing?

But what if merely random images
of my youth’s many hard lost scrimmages?

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Could God create this mess without the expertise of us humans?

Who can truly believe
something so chilling
that humans can’t aggrieve
unless God’s willing?

Still not even Gods
could create the same mess
as us humans clods
with more to come, safe guess

So when then collapse gets reprised
whom among us may claim surprised?

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-aggrieve = to afflict with pain, anxiety, etc; to oppress or wrong grievously; injure by injustice
-reprise = to execute a repetition of; repeat