The Others

Once, there was a time we did not know that the grass was greener on the other side of our hill, our forest and our ocean.

Once we knew that crops could fail, that we became ill and that we could die, we discovered that our forests could be made into boats.

Once, when we discovered that there were others, we became fearful but, through time, we learned how to trust and how to trade.

Once we began to judge ourselves, our families and our friends it was not long before we began to judge all of the others.

The others had bigger boats, sharper tools and did not work so hard. The others were always smiling, even through hard times.

The others caught bigger fish and had many feasts. The others had many more people to share the work of feeding everyone.

The others had knowledge enough to sort through their seeds, taking out the bad ones, and the others grew taller and stronger.

The others began to judge themselves, their relatives, their trading partners. The others became less happy. It was the others who changed.

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Refugee photo courtesy of Pixabay.

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Unplugged

I want to unplug myself from this universe.
To calm down, stop thinking for a while.
Not just "going to sleep" but comatose.

Dreaming? 

Only if it is fluffy clouds,
The kind one sees from planes.
A journey without the turbulence. 

But with the desire to jump. 
Free falling into the void and
Hoping that the clouds are indeed cotton.

No hard landing. But what if I'm wrong?

May I please land on a politician.

If I Told You

If I told you that the sky is blue, the grass is green, would that be enough for you?

If I told you that your every fear is rational and you are doing what you ought to do.

If I told you to hate someone who never hated you, would you then have to hate them too?

If I told you that none of the above is true, what would that knowledge do to you?

 

Perdu

Today I write with invisible ink
expensive
but so are ideas
a price worth paying of course
why get beaten up again

I hear that they also read minds
imagine
cogitation imprisoned in the ether
now I don’t have such thoughts
such ideas that make a difference

So I write with invisible ink
but I cannot tell when it is
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Four Line Fix

looking up to the sky
we’ll be wondering why
in the blink of an eye
we eventually die

we’ll be wondering why
we eventually die
looking up to the sky
in the blink of an eye

we eventually die
in the blink of an eye
we’ll be wondering why
looking up to the sky

we’ll be wondering why
looking up to the sky
in the blink of an eye
we eventually die

in the blink of an eye
looking up to the sky
we eventually die
we’ll be wondering why

we eventually die
in the blink of an eye
we’ll be wondering why
looking up to the sky

in the blink of an eye
we eventually die
looking up to the sky
we’ll be wondering why

looking up to the sky
in the blink of an eye
we’ll be wondering why
we eventually die

in the blink of an eye
we’ll be wondering why
looking up to the sky
we eventually die

looking up to the sky
we’ll be wondering why
we eventually die
in the blink of an eye