Go on consume the data
Just wash it down with a cup
(Sooner rather than later)
Of common sense
I hear it’s immensely
Low in stock
Viral
I guess a rumor
Can do to my soul
What a virus can do
To the rest of me
The latter is not
Really in my control
But the former is,
Wasting the best of me
Can do to my soul
What a virus can do
To the rest of me
The latter is not
Really in my control
But the former is,
Wasting the best of me
Weasel Prey
Be wary of two
From weaseldom: who
Encourage your weakness
And praise all your meekness
From weaseldom: who
Encourage your weakness
And praise all your meekness
Fail!
I hear a lot of people say
Let’s teach our kids to fail
Take care you don’t conflate this with
Going in with little preparation
All you do there
Is desensitize a soul to failure
And teach them that
There is always an excuse
For poor performance
Something or someone
To blame it all on
That is not a failure to learn from
That is merely the consequence of dereliction
No, let’s not do that
Let’s prepare our children to prepare
To go for the long haul
To pour their blood and sweat
Into whatever vessel
Their battles will be fought in
Prepare them
Prepare them to squeeze themselves
Until they can say
Truthfully
I’ve done all I can, so here goes
And then when they fail
Now THERE is something
Worth learning from
See the man who donned
Two coats of mail
He taught us a lesson
In how to fail
Stupid
“There are no stupid questions”
Elevates stupid questions
In a mind that can bend
A means to an end
So I think it is stupid
To ask a stupid question
But not so stupid
That I don’t know
I have to ask it to
Not remain so
Elevates stupid questions
In a mind that can bend
A means to an end
So I think it is stupid
To ask a stupid question
But not so stupid
That I don’t know
I have to ask it to
Not remain so
Tree
If the bounds of creation
In space is the throne
What then stresses the limits
Of time
How this moon makes me think
Of a tree standing lone
Beyond which steps a human
Sublime
It’s a thought worthier than
This rhyme
In space is the throne
What then stresses the limits
Of time
How this moon makes me think
Of a tree standing lone
Beyond which steps a human
Sublime
It’s a thought worthier than
This rhyme
Be
Here’s a Friday morning song
If you’re bored, find a tree
Watch it closely, learn to be
Still with quiet dignity
That’s enough now, move along
If you’re bored, find a tree
Watch it closely, learn to be
Still with quiet dignity
That’s enough now, move along
Gold and Sand
How the sands give way
When the gold holds sway
Over hearts afire
With the love of winning
Was Qāroon’s end, and
Suraqa’s beginning
When the gold holds sway
Over hearts afire
With the love of winning
Was Qāroon’s end, and
Suraqa’s beginning
Sadly
Why so sad
Don’t you know grief’s
Meant to be
Like falling leaf
Let it fall
Though you’d do well
To remember
Its sweet smell
Don’t you know grief’s
Meant to be
Like falling leaf
Let it fall
Though you’d do well
To remember
Its sweet smell
Journey – Part 2
If the destination is beautiful
The journey will be beautiful
The trick is to knowing
Exactly where you’re going
The journey will be beautiful
The trick is to knowing
Exactly where you’re going