Milestone - 1,500

Well, this is quite a milestone,
Though you may not agree,
For any accomplishment is based upon,
A random degree,

Plucked out of the air like the theory,
Of relativity.
Just change the way that you look at things,
And you will quickly see,

All of your trophies disappear,
As if you've jumped to a different reality,
Which you do every moment of your life,
Though it's not obvious immediately,

Because time's too quick, right?
A moment's hard to isolate,
And then to step back and observe it,
Well, that sounds just half-baked.

To Mistake is People

You can never truly appreciate,
The importance of a task,
If you have not also failed in it,
Which begs you to ask,

'How can anything get done,
perfectly,
If, to do anything well,
It must first be done insufficiently?'

So, first you must let go of,
The desire for the ideal,
If the world were ever to run without a flaw,
There would be no people.

So, it's alright,
Go ahead and make a mistake,
You'll only be a better person for it.
And, really, how much effort does that take?

The Help You Have

You are just too beautiful,
To be handled in this way.
If you are to succeed the way you want,
You must have time to play,

You must open that part of you that wants,
Closeness in an intimate way,
So all the stresses eating up your soul,
Can be kept at bay,

So your mind can forget all,
The things the world may,
Hoist upon you in the next minute,
Because you haven't yet finished the day.

And it's alright,
If you need a hand in all this,
I am here and gazing at your face,
Thanking the gods that you exist.

The Child

If you protect something too much,
To keep prying eyes from it,
To protect its virginity,
You just may smother it.

But there is a risk in letting it breathe,
The same air in which you navigate,
The air of hurricanes and backed up sewers,
Jealousy and hate.

So, who do you share this child with,
Filled with the potential of all you are?
Just like we are bad at predicting the weather,
You need your instincts to be your bar.

And you'll know the babe will be all right,
And here's something you didn't think about,
When you let this one see the light of day,
There may be another ready to come out.

Live Liberally

There is lots to do,
No matter who you are,
In this life where life's not guaranteed,
And you have a desire to go far,

Whether that means excelling in what you love,
Or helping humanity,
Not that those things are mutually exclusive,
And if they're not, then you're lucky,

Except that it probably will mean,
That you won't make much for your bank account,
For society lauds you when you better the world,
But stops short of paying any amount,

To make you alright,
Even though they say that's for the best,
In this world of everyone for themselves,
You need to take care of your own nest.

Out With The Truth

What does it really matter,
What you think of me,
When our interaction, up to this point,
Has been superficially,

Built of nods and assumptions,
That we will maintain this formality,
Benefiting peace and calm,
And demanded by society?

But that is done now, isn't it?
We've laid aside courtesies,
For circumstances have allowed us,
To bask in brutal honesty,

Until it's alright,
Until we both agree,
We're both human,
And agree to disagree.

How To Be Yourself

When you want something so badly,
You are sure to fuck it up,
Because you try to be something,
You, simply, are not,

Because in this world the possibilities,
Of what you can be are infinite,
And when something is at stake,
It doesn't seem enough, does it?

But there is one combination,
Of all of your potential,
If happily hit,
Will deliver all that's possible,

And that's just you, alright?
I'm not being gushy.
It's hard to be natural,
And Mother Nature is fussy.

Your Mind's Influence

It doesn't matter what you think,
About the causes of those things,
In your life that are both good and bad,
For that doesn't change anything.

You know when you think a certain way,
You attract forces to you,
Either through some spiritual magnetism,
Or the influence of a slew,

Of people around you,
For attitude translates,
Into a change of mood in others.
What you think's what you create.

So it's alright,
Go ahead and forsake god,
He doesn't demand how you should act,
He only controls a lot.

Gaining Success Through Charisma

The busier you make yourself,
The more lives you touch,
As long as what you're doing is reaching out,
And not in, too much.

Things happening is something that,
Requires collaboration,
With others that want to do the same thing,
For their own intentions,

And that's the best you can hope for,
Because no one is selfless,
Except in-so-far as,
Helping helps themselves.

So, to be alright,
That's if you want success,
Go out into the world,
And practice connectiveness.

Let Go

Nothing's ever happened,
That no one knows about,
Or it never would have been an event,
And that's what guilt is all about:

Holding onto something, even though,
The circumstances really could be,
Lost in the universe's inaccessible,
Primordial sea.

So, go on and let your past haunt you,
You're the only one who sees that ghost,
Though, that doesn't really matter,
'Cause you're the one he wants to haunt most.

So, be alright,
With the decision you make,
And know that all the things you hold on to,
Are in your hands, for christ's sake.

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Democracy At Work

When a leader represents,
Something you don't like,
But is still the person in charge,
Of the societal parts of your life,

And he only has a couple years,
To do what he is able to,
Before he's held accountable again,
Here is what you do:

Talk to others and read about,
The types of leadership you might like,
And start to tell others once you've made a choice,
What's best for your life,

And it's alright,
If you want to start to canvass,
That's everyone's right in a democracy,
To change others' opinions.

Muerte a la Revolución!

Do we need government?
I'm starting to wonder.
For don't corporations run the world anyway,
So that government's just a part,

Of the illusion that we have power?
But where does the power lie?
I'd like to say in the hands of the people,
But I'm not that type of guy.

I'm the type of guy to think that someone,
Somewhere has the type of juice,
That allows him to do anything that he wants,
Regardless of who he might abuse.

But it's alright,
I've got less problems than most,
Not living in a Corporate Democracy,
So I raise my glass to all with a toast.

Losing It

Can it all change,
With the flip of a coin?
Life offers so many options at every moment,
It's hard to keep going,

Without choosing one bad path,
Or at least one that sends you down.
But because there are always already more choices again,
You can always come back around,

Or explore, which doesn't offer stability,
But opportunities, for sure.
But, can you break the bonds you've made,
As you've gotten this far?

And it's not alright,
Just to be crazy,
You have to be unpredictable,
And envied.

Complicated or Simple

You are either someone,
Who thinks with her heart,
And must keep in mind every factor,
And every part,

That may have a feeling about what she does,
Or thinks with her mind,
And doesn't have to keep,
Track of every fact she finds,

And remember facts so that,
You can know who to trust,
Rather than assume the best of all,
And react off the cuff,

To those, not alright,
Who are actually assholes.
Which one are you?
Just so I know.

What You Want

What are you capable of?
That's not really the question.
Try asking what are you allowed to do,
And try to stay out of depression,

Because time is precious,
Not because life is short,
But because most of it is taken with working,
On something you'd rather abort,

For an interest purely undefined,
And led by your own desires.
But, money does not allow this kind of whim,
For who else will manufacture these tires?

And it's alright,
You're not alone in this boat,
And if we all were just honest with ourselves,
This world would have no hope.

Missed RSVPs

There are two things you can do,
That you may never forgive of yourself,
One, missing a friend's important event,
Two, killing someone else,

For there is nothing to do in either,
Once the deed is done.
Time's served regardless of the guilt,
And you have offended someone.

So manage your calendar correctly,
And keep your violence in check,
To avoid having to rectify your actions,
And having a lifetime of regret.

Though it will be all right,
With time and distance,
Like a scar that reminds, but no longer hurts,
It'll be a reminder of your penance.

The Revolution

You have an idea,
That the system is not right,
And have one to replace it that is better,
So, it's revolution time,

And in order to ensure that what you've got,
Exactly matches what you imagine,
Away must go the parts that cannot be changed:
Policies, laws and humans.

And once you're done, you better hope,
Who's left understands your goal,
Not to imply there's loopholes in your plan,
But there're people who'll still be digging for gold,

The easy way, alright?
Because greed doesn't grow out of a specific system,
Like generosity, it can be found,
In any human.

Those You Trust

When you can see that someone's lying,
About what they think of you,
Like when you told me that I am brave,
What is the best thing to do?

Do you confront them because it may be,
They will explain their point of view,
And tell you (maybe lie) that what you saw,
Is simply not true?

Or is your body telling you something else,
That, maybe, you should be finding someone new,
Because, if you are reading this in them,
How do you expect to get through,

Alright?
You need to trust the people in your life,
And why you don't's immaterial,
Because you still have to sleep at night.

Are You Boring?

Are you just boring?
You'll have to ask yourself,
If when you meet someone for the first time,
Do you talk about your health?

Do you comment on the weather,
And try hard not to offend?
Do you assume a tone of camaraderie,
Or that time is needed to make a friend?

When they say something really outrageous,
Do you act like that's never been said before?
Or go right along and match their wits,
Not making you a bore?

And it's alright,
If you answered yes to any of these.
Dynamic people are entertaining,
But that's not all that this world needs.

Change, Please

There is no idea too big,
For this world to hold.
Well, it may change the world,
So, it is too big, all told.

But, what doesn't change the world?
Doesn't the day I met you,
Still revisit my mind,
When before all I could do,

Was wonder about if there was,
Someone so unlike me,
That there would be proof that I exist,
Just in her being seen.

And that's life, alright?
Changing and searching, non-stop,
And if you never thirst for either,
You will never be on top.

Vindication

The same thing you've done,
That sometimes makes you cringe,
Really looks smart,
When they start that bullshit, again,

And make you wish,
That you never were there,
And suddenly, when you least expect it,
Everyone's aware,

Of what was once a cry for help,
Some things can only be considered that,
Until how you did it becomes the mode,
That everyone reenacts.

So, it's alright,
When you smack your forehead with your hand,
It just shows that your filled with passion,
And are invested.

How to Commemorate

Once you start brainstorming,
You have to know when to stop,
Or you may leave your first intent,
Or plan something over and above,

What is actually possible.
This is not rare.
If everything thought was actually made,
There'd be no room up in here,

And you don't want to live just in your mind,
Even though that may be all there is,
Because within it there's still this division,
Between fantasy and existence.

And it's alright,
If that's alright for you.
Some people are happy thinking of projects,
While not wanting anything to do.

Your Talent

People come and people go,
That's just the way it is,
Some leave of their own accord,
Because they can't stand the status,

Of your relationship,
While some just make you go,
With violence and a smile,
They weren't brought up right, you know.

When you show up,
People just want to leave,
The world they live in,
Because you fill their need,

To be alright,
To be fulfilled,
To feel free and yet owned,
Alive and killed.

Living With You

Everything passes,
And as they pass, they change,
Like the light that shines on your body,
As our life together is rearranged,

With each step that we take,
Within our own,
Until we reconnect,
And acknowledge how each has grown,

Or, not caught up,
With what the world demands.
If I had a penny for each time I've looked around,
And I'm in a new land,

In which I'm not all right,
I'm the odd one out,
And need to come back to you,
To figure it all out.

What To Do Next

Just as the exact space,
You will fill as you head,
Into this world,
New and naked,

So is each step you take,
Like sparks from a fire,
Bright for a time,
As intense as dire.

And how else can you live,
You who are so bored, so fast,
Forever thinking about what you could have been,
Or were, but couldn't last?

It's alright,
You never have more time left than you do,
You're always about to die,
And live, too.

How To Make It

Here's a way to do it:
Pretend that you're not,
Then when people wonder where you came from,
It all just seems like luck,

Like you didn't think long and hard,
About what you wanted to say,
As if it just all pours out of your mouth.
You better be ready for future days.

As if when you get out of bed,
It's a party day and night,
Which, eventually, it could be,
Once retirement's in sight.

And it's all right,
What people say,
Thinking about something, does make it happen,
With some sweat, by the way.

Self-Reliance

What's the measure of someone?
Is it that they know what they want,
Even if they lack the confidence,
And try to be a sycophant,

Exerting all of their energy,
Not knowing what they're doing?
Oh, why can't we all just be who we are,
And enjoy just living?

And why must others demand your time,
When, as we know, time is so precious?
When so little's given each one of us,
To discern kindred spirits from tyrants.

Oh, and is it alright,
When you've decided to live your joy,
To then not have the energy?
Oh, how life chooses to annoy.