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Roxy, Rexy, Please Don't
Hex or Vex Me
Change is in the air.
It's that time of year!
I'm really close to where
I've been a hundred times;
That place that kept me straight and fixed my gait and
Watched me say goodbye to my old mate.
I'm somewhere new, but not
by much.
I'm ready to integrate without a crutch.
If we go out, should we just go Dutch?
Expect something deep? I'm
knee deep in it.
Does that count? I know who's full of shit.
This new year will be new
in lots of ways.
I hope this athletic spirit of adventure stays.
I'm on to bigger, greater things these days.
Teachers teach; that's
what they do.
It's nothing new. I thought you knew.
What's to learn? That's
what I'd like to know.
Which mountain is next? I'd like to grow.
Which seed should I plant? I'll take it slow.
I have 100 battles to
fight. Which should I choose?
An easy one or a tough one? I don't wanna lose!
This world is gonna roll
slowly through my window pane.
We're gonna watch and see who's humble and who's vain.
Who's weak, who's strong, who's wise and who's lame.
I see some reconciliation
in my future. It's always inside me,
But I can't forget everything that happened because I forgive so
quickly.
I think I was wounded for
awhile.
It was hard for me to force a smile!
It felt like a long, steep uphill mile,
Flat on my back and prostrate awhile,
But it's almost over now.
I'm gonna make this year
insane.
I'll fly from a tree and ride in a plane.
I'll see places I've never seen before
And keep my mind open for whatever's in store
For me and my friends and even the whore.
Oops, I'll try not to be negative any more.
I've been intrigued by the
dark and gloomy soul,
Who wanders, asks and seeks to make himself whole.
He's fascinating. I've admired his role,
But I've found it's not all it's cracked up to be.
Some things continually
get better
While others just keep on getting worse.
I'm running against time and conformity
And a creepy man driving a big black hearse.
Like Alanis says, I just
want some peace man.
I'd like to find some who really catch this drift.
I've seen the truth. I've felt the lies and I wonder
If we can connect the divide and repair this rift.
It's too much and too big,
too deep and wide.
Maybe we're wired too differently inside our heads.
We can't understand we're on the same side.
Whatever the case may be, we're making our beds
And pretty soon there's nowhere else to hide.
The world is small now. It
has never been so little.
The anchors on TV hear my fingertips clicking
As they convey information that's finger licking
And I'm happy to communicate with them.
I don't have a tidy red
bow to tie on this box.
Just keep me away from girls like Elisha Rox.
Life is too short to be close to dumb liars
And if you need a very strong set of pliers
I've got some and I'll use them to set you free, too.
(This poem was started on
12-28-11 and finished on 1-6-12.)
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