questions asked

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Q:
Are we really taught
to understand
what it means to grow?
And why up?
Why not down?
Like down to earth and down payment
such adult little things
where you’re suddenly the one saying
“Keep it down” to the kids.

I mean, so many questions
are left unasked
until the envelopes arrive
stamped and signed
asking, demanding
most politely
for you to sign off
your right to be alive.

A:
Well, child
What am I to say?
We’re all just muddling along
doing our best to stay warm
be happy
and avoid strife.
That’s what it’s all about
this thing called life.

So be warm
stay happy
and when faced with
a hitch, a turbulance
a bona fide forest fire
fix it
fight it
ride it out.

It is, after all, your life.

© 2016 threegoodwords

like oxygen

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there is no crime in compassion
no weakness in genuine
gentleness
though one must use one’s head
(pearls before swine and all that).

many stop short of acts of kindness
for fear of appearing
ridiculous.

that is a pity.

so many are lost in loneliness
because loving deeds are left undone
kind words left unsaid
and letters written
then tossed aside
left for dead.

this is a pity.

we must love to live
a life worth living
love is like oxygen.

so be ridiculous –
every now and then
be your absolute
self
the one we’re taught to
hide and deny

that part that is
our inner child:
surprisingly insightful
innocently tender and kind.

© 2016 threegoodwords

once more

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…again
at a wood-panelled structure
once more unto the breach
while on an improvised stage
singers, young
sing songs delivered
from the twice born…

And it is important to remember
that the “I” in me
is simply one of many;
that all are trying
to touch the void
that vastness
that remains enigmatic
delirious
ancient, divine.

*

…and again
we are all in it
together
in this beating, breathing
entity
(passed on, one body at a time)
this wondrous thing called
Life.

© 2015 threegoodwords

moments, many

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to be thankful
is to be mindful
of those moments, many
where one is centered, whole

a heartbeat, two
a minute, an hour, a day
where there’s more
than the day-to-day
9-to-5
Mo.-Fri. plus overtime

where, like music
the world opens wide
to heartbeats of peace

where you can exhale and just
be.

a moment of
genuine
thanks giving.

© 2015 threegoodwords

once more

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the sun once in bloom
now alive, hidden
in a land of green and black and gold

O, what grace is given
to know
all that we have known
and seen amongst us all
paved along the waves
once crossed, bound in stone

built in those days
when we still knew forever
a time of tears and laughter
flesh and bone
not lost
but no longer known

and so it goes
or so they say
the bells chime
the wind blows
and time is born once more.

© 2015 threegoodwords

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