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I drifted into frenzy:
wild eyes and crazed pulse
The desperate hunt accelerated
I crashed through each fear.

A million roads diverged in a wwwood
And each about the same
But my brain convinced me only one
Could be my best endgame.

Until I found the right trigger
Tugged it hard and rounded home
After the shot it's always quiet-
And I never understand these roads.

The Taxman

Welcome to my home, sir,
you must exhausted from your travels.
the life of an accountant is often hard.

I see you noticed my award
A carving I received in Prague-
For saving an old man from near death
Did I mention? I also saved his dog.

You look fascinated by the bullet from my skull-
From when I refused to give up the troops-
Yes! 1200 men might have been exposed 

had I not heroically kept my mouth closed-
While American Medics almost saved me on an embassy bed.

Do write your report and be thorough-
My taxes may not be in line-
Like the time I died and they sent you
To steal from the family I left behind.

Common sense

Some of what the least of us know
Is also what the best of us can't say:
Encouragement, fearless wit, unabashed honesty-
This is hindered in the PC way-

Of blocking out the minimalization of fear through comedy.
Offense is a given with brutal honesty
But when you start seeing a cigar as a penis
You get offended by all the cigar jokes.

Wouldn't it be nice if for once we let things go?
Yes we laugh at the "sinner" but also at the pope-
Then laugh at the differences everyone has
Because it's rediculous to count two people as "different."

If you're not dead, then you deserve the same love as me
And we both should enjoy the little laugh at everything that is we.
When I can let things go, in favor of building a better tomorrow
Only then can we be equals in favor of common sense.

Churchill

In the darkest depths of night
When we think we have only ourselves
The world aligns with us to bring peace in our individual hell.

Someone else has had your problem
And may be having it right now
Take solace you're never alone
Some way and somehow-

We each get through the darkest hour
No matter how it seems to swell
And are reminded to keep going
When we take a walk through hell.

To all the problems we think can kill
Just keep going on a stride through hell.

Ode to my crashed Prius

This car has been a-lived in
It's dirty and it stinks
It's gone for miles and miles
And now, just to think:

I never really thought about
How good it was to me
How the first time it smelled like grandma
And how my son's first memories of food are permanently in it's seats.

This car has been a-lived in
And I crashed it did it wrong
I would have liked just one more trip
To one more great place it's been as it's swan song.

Just one more time down the blue ridge parkway
Just one more funny video with my son-
just one more adventure
to some thing we'd never done.

This car has been a-lived in
As time had gone rushing by
Objects have no voice or soul
But this car and me learned what it is-
To be alive.

Freedom

Freedom is a line we don't hear much anymore-
At least not truthfully.
"We demand freedom of speech for freedom of thought which we avoid"
We devoid ourselves of reason to find a treason to our beliefs.
Freedom is in the mind and it's either non-existent or genuine.
Once you've found offense to anything you've lost.
Because when you accept anger over curiosity, freedom is the cost.
When you blame another for your frustration they get the elation-
Of knowing they control your concentration-
To do better to live better to be better in your mind-
So are you lost and found or are you free and seeking to find?

The Host

What if addiction is a parasite?
Driving us mad by living it's luxuries through us.
Like an alien who has never experienced forbidden pleasure:

Too much food, too much sex, too much alcohol and too many drugs-
Knowing that our destruction will not be the cause of it's own
So from our dreams, whispers, "I have had such fun with this host, please don't make it stop."

Well I have news for the MIB reject piece of shit:
Baby, it's time to go.