Tall Poppies
Cut the tall poppy,
Cut it right down.
That’s where we want it,
Flat on the ground.
It’s blocking our view,
It’s taking our light,
It must be too tall,
'Cause we aren’t that height.
–Mindy Newton
Tall Poppies
Cut the tall poppy,
Cut it right down.
That’s where we want it,
Flat on the ground.
It’s blocking our view,
It’s taking our light,
It must be too tall,
'Cause we aren’t that height.
–Mindy Newton
Dehydration
by John Paul Sherman
There was a man who pricked his heart
On the thorn of an unfilled need,
Who clamped a bandage, crushed the smart,
Refused to let it bleed.
Yet, while fore-stanching bitter blood,
A sequel swell of liquid gall—
Crude tears–impinged; he damned the flood,
Refused to let them fall.
When no moist sigh could crack dry lips,
Nor a memory-dampened moan
Elude such arid censorships,
He felt secure as stone,
Till, on foot in an autumn week,
He heard, along the cobbled way,
A dead leaf scoff. He turned to speak—
…But the wind blew him away.
Sanction
We strain to produce,
Every day of the week.
No pardon or excuse,
No quarter to seek.
To live like a man,
To think, to create.
To reason and plan,
To earn all our weight.
We value our values,
We seek like and kind
We honour and use,
The sweat of our mind.
Our soul-born intention,
Is the crack that they seek.
A moment’s inattention,
They’re a poisonous clique.
We see not their deception,
As traders we act.
They skew all perception,
They waylay all fact.
Still we victims are required,
To play, and play nice.
For their reason has expired,
Their virtues are vice.
What is sought can’t be taken,
No demands will it heed.
So it sits unshaken,
Defies anger and need.
We are its masters,
They must count on our heart.
We’re greedy bastards,
Yet they need us to start.
To sanction implicit,
Their gaffes and their ploy.
To ignore the illicit,
To watch them destroy.
So don’t brush-off or dismiss,
All the evil they do.
For you’ll be remiss,
And their sanction will be you.
Copyright 2009
Martin Gasser
Pride
Kneel to no man or woman, to no God or angel.
Be like Odysseus, craft your own soul, make your own path
And give praise and blame to no one unless they deserve it.
We have the power to create – what more do you want?
Pursue your happiness, let others be concerned with theirs
How can you know what others want, anyhow?
Proudly inspire yourself, and expect your friends to follow as they see fit.
Take what you want and pay for it.
Celebrate your life, and let no one choose for you.
Never get caught depending on another,
Others will love you for what you have built into your soul.
God can only watch
Universe can only move
We can each watch and move
We are the integrators
Without us, nothing is.
Give credit where it is due
Uncertainty, choice, volition
These are the powers
Applied correctly, there is no limit to the power of creation
Learn to apply them correctly
If God exists, God will smile on you for doing so
If not, then you will still be in optimal shape.
There is no contradiction between me and you, God or not
Just so long as we live virtuously
In harmony with ourselves.
Those who see this can associate without blame
Those who miss the point will be unhappy.
Simple.
Not easy.