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Tomorrow

Organized Time

Tomorrow is the most dangerous word in your
Vocabulary. Although it’s a symbol for
Hope, it can just as easily be the reason
That your dreams remain dreams. To get anything done
Is a struggle, yet your dreams you cannot ignore.
Tomorrow isn’t the palace where now you can store.

Tomorrow diminishes the significance
Of the air that you’re breathing right now. It tells you
That someday you can begin your journey and that
In comfort you can wait. But you’re not looking at
The big picture. Tomorrow has nothing to do
With this present moment and current circumstance.

Tomorrow masks itself as an escape for those
Held down by fear. They are most resistant to change.
They’ll encourage you to be content where you stand
And that you have your whole life to do what you’ve planned.
But to one who is present this message is strange.
It’s contrary to what the enlightened one knows.

There will never be a moment in your life more
Precious than the one you’re living now. Be aware
Of the present. Tomorrow can last forever.
Opportunities come to you almost never
When you take on the attitude that you don’t care.
This moment is the one that is worth living for.

We Wear The Mask

Human Prfessions of Pretense

Basic forms of humanity all are but one
Yet discordant illusions are what people wear.
I must put on the character act that I know.
As it smiles and pretends, it puts on a smart show.
Keeping up the performance I do in despair
For the way that things are and the harm that is done.

In my home I am no one I’d care not to be
Necessarily so. But the mask that shines through
The bright soul that’s behind it I’m tasked to maintain.
Other people near me is one huge psychic drain.
If my speech become tainted and shocking in hue
May I then be the wiser in all that I see?

Since I am not this body, nor am I the mind
With susceptible subtleties to clouded view,
The costume and the archetype others require
I may use to express my most heartfelt desire
To know what is acceptance. So long overdue
Is the wisdom and logic of being more kind.

Ever resident turmoil, insidious hate…
All the worst of our species along with the best…
Form an intricate fabric stuck fast in the clay.
Let us smile and cry out with a song to betray
Our true selves and our tortured souls at the behest
Of the world dream transparent we’re doomed to create.