A thistle must be better than man,
For if you cut a milkweed in two
How white and pure billows forth
Its innocent blood and residue

But take a man and scratch him good
And how red an issue doth proceed
Full of germs and organisms
Accompanied by oaths without a need

And the thistle where it bleeds
Can be easily cleaned away by the rains
Unlike man’s blood and many pollutions
Whose stains surely forever will remain.

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A Thistle

the mimosas rejoice that i am gone
for wherever i am there’s pain
they blossom with exuberance
because i’ll never come here again

good-bye to the land of my birth
to true greenery and peat bogs
to a million species of fauna
And thick forests over-logged

all i cherish of my homeland
are memories i cannot achieve
the future’s yanking me onward
to a new wonderland, i believe

i believe years pass before again
i shall glimpse such a verdant view
but i can only prosper in exile
since i could ne’er do that with you

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the mimosas rejoice

once i thought hope was my enemy
for it seemed like a man was crushed
each time he reared his feeble head
and shook off sackcloth, ashes, and dust

but now i see that it’s not hope
but my own self who was to blame
i chose not to be glib and cheery
instead of hoping just the same

then, i lived in the crushing moment
and did not have the sense to see
hope’s blameless, while shortsightedness
is our only great enemy.

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used to

How great the energy enjoyed
When one can focus on their own “me”
Absorbing nearly all their matters
Into a self-centered singularity

How pleasant to break all the bands
To others who stretch us with their gravity
Until we’re thin and distorted
Much like a spiral galaxy

But reclaim your center, light yourself,
And be a black hole at times, for your health
While relishing such more productive times.
If you’re single know such leisure’s true wealth.

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Singularity

Why curse the paths untaken
For they were never meant to be
And like it or not you simply don’t live
In the endless alternate realities

Just be content with your lot
And if not seek to change it now
Look on the bright side: you’re wiser
Than you would have been anyhow

So shove those cares into a furnace
And frame the portraits of your errs
The past can never keep you warm
Such musings will give you grey hairs

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Why Curse the Paths Untaken

That’s life, hidden before your eyes
Though you may never realize
Unless you wake up and doff
The pains and fear and doubts and scoffs
The worries and falsehoods and yesteryears
And quit thinking you’re the one who steers
And embrace the calm that is your right—
Or just dream through the fairest night

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Thats Life Hidden

The world is too minute
To be upset over much at all
Finger pricks and sticker stings
Should never merit a grand mal

It all passes by so quickly
And the causes of our emotions
Will be lost tomorrow for time
Gradually gives us Lethe-ish potions

And all our disappointments
Can never get us to heaven
No matter how days seem to pass
There will always be only seven

So if you are bent out of shape
Remember the truth you’ve forgotten
“This is the best of all possible worlds,”
As Pangloss said at Thunder-ten-tronckh

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The World Is Too Minute

A pox on being wise!
It takes all the fun away,
For the agéd must behave themselves
Like good little boys each day

And all the travesuras
In which you once were involved
Are ruined because of the dangers
Perceived only when the mind’s evolved

Slowly all the rules you questioned
And promised to always violate
You force bit by bit on others,
You became whom you used to hate.

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On Being Wise

you can never go back home
not because home’s no longer there
it’s not the city that’s the reason
that there’s a dearth of care

simply put you have changed
and that makes the past fantasy
you’ll never be able to reclaim
though it makes nostalgia antsy

in person you may return any time
but when once the spirit’s sojourned
in other places home’s fore’er lost
destroyed by everything else you’ve learned

and that is the real travesty
since you’ll yearn to go back home
you’re whole life before you realize
that it’s your fault that home’s gone.

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nostalgia antsy

Despite the detours trodden,
I’ve made it here my own way,
Never once realizing
My path’d lead me here today.

Detours are my life’s story,
And though at times I worry,
The scenery gladdens me;
I’ll get there eventually.

How rich my experience!
What priceless lessons I’ve learned,
Which could not be taught in school
Or all the books the world’s burned!

I know the goals I would reach
But don’t plan a step ahead.
All the details in between
Work themselves out while I tread.

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Despite the Detours Trodden