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The Struggles of Pre-teendom (Part I)

At eleven I act five

I wish my breast were alive

I think I deserve to be seventeen

Give me independence

Don’t be so mean

When I am there

I can declare I am free to be me

When I am there

He is not here

And I can worry only about me

My parents are dorks

One brother is a jerk

The other a pain

My sister is adorable

But only when we are playing

I hear them say I am smart

Which means I am special

So I mouth off alot

It is what adults do

And I have to be as responsible as you

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Of Grasshoppers

Student: Why start? I’ll probably do it wrong anyway. Why finish? It won’t be good enough.

Master: Isn’t something never begun wrong already? How is the next great adventure to begin if the prior is not placed behind us?

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All Perspective

West

Today the toilet overflowed potentially damaging our cabinetry and tainting the insulation and other wall innards that were pieced together with such care, perfection and attention to detail. It overflowed because I was overconfident and careless.

East

Today we were given inspiration to finish some things that we were waiting to “get around to it”. Today started out great and has been given reason to be even better. Today we are reminded to take things in stride.

North

Today no one was hurt. With minimal effort a mess was cleaned. All damage easily repaired.

South

Today tools were out of place. Parts were missing. Today I felt lost, incapable, lazy and not living up to my full potential. Today I scared my child and insulted my wife.

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Inescapable

Choas reigns

In perpetuity the circle spins

Hands grasping at grains

Unstoppable

Tears removing happiness

Innocence bellows away

Desire seeks the path of least resistance

Following downward deeper into despair

Futilely Man tells Nature The Order

Scornfully Nature disciplines Man

The Law is unforgiving

Inaction is individualist

Unallowable

Hurtful to others

Ambivalence is a choice

There is no easy way out

Of a hole that only grows deeper

When the dirt you throw out

Never reaches the top

And all you want to do

Is stop stop stop

Trauma to begin

Trauma to grow

Trauma to end

A butterfly in Kansas

A tsunami in Japan

A farmboy with a magnifying glass

A sudden calm in the storm

A tired child rests

The hay flares up

And Choas reigns