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Killin' 'Em With Kindness

Seriously? Positive? You’ve got to be joking me.

Optimism at it’s finest could only be realism at it’s worst.

Mesmerized by this thought, enchanted by it’s cold hard consistency

Enthralled was I to mock “positive”, and keep my lips pursed.

Then it hit me. No, it literally hit me.

If I just pound this podium a few times

Maybe I’ll channel some of doc’s “positivity” pound podium

Ehh, guess that wasn’t a symptom; merely a sign

So what is this “battle plan”, and who really cares about mine?

 

I’ll tell you who, and it

Took until now for me to understand

Simply smiling is like positive quicksand

 

Little did I know, nor did I comprehend

Even the tiniest grin is a god-send

The mirror first, then a friend

Tomorrow is uncertain, so I recommend

Investing one in the nearest stranger

Never underestimate the smile, this game changer

Gets some through the day

 

Give the gift of smiles

Others need this Holiday.

 

Overall, there’s not even a word you need to say

For a smile is universal in every way.

 

This was the goal

Here was my contribution to this positive revolution:

Enlighten another soul.

 

The mirrors we look at every sunrise

Hair tangled, bags beneath the eyes

Internally determining how much this day is going to **** (sighs)

Now, hit rewind and you might be surprised

Getting off to a good start is simply devised:

Smile your warmest, stupidest, squintiest smile: regardless of its size

 

There is the secret ingredient in the positive pie

Having your hearty morning smile, with eggs on the sunny side

And this idea I vehemently used to deny

Thinking, “smile? In the morning? I’d rather die.”

 

Heath Ledger once said “Why. So. Serious?”

Ehh, he had a point!

Life can be a joke, especially when we’re delirious

Put the pout to the side, don’t be so furious

 

Unconditionally accept we all have ups and downs

Smile like an idiot, because aren’t the sounds

 

Involved with that deep, tear jerking laughter just

Ninety nine times better than a good morning grunt?

 

All I had to do was send a

Little smile in someone’s direction

Lift their spirits, make a connection

 

This is who cared about my “battle plan”

Hell, who knows? Maybe I even saved a man.

Ego aside, let’s do the best we can

 

With others, we can do our best to understand

Right from wrongs done, our own personal brand

Of happiness, that like flames needs to be fanned

Nothing is like that morning smile witnessed firsthand

Give that gift away, make it look easy and unplanned

 

Why? Because the unexpected gifts are the best

And to this I do attest

Yes, we have all been truly blessed:

Smile at each other and forget all the rest.

 

I smiled at those who passed, regardless of popular or outcast, and how I’ve seen a change. Doors have opened to relationships and thoughts I never conceived possible for a realist like me, I really was blind but now I see how powerful is this “positivity”. How much have we all grown? These seeds we’ve sown from you, to you, to you, to me, to that kid who sits by himself, to that girl who spilled her iced tea,: these are all the connections we’ve made, and there are more that would and could be if we only smile, say hello (or if we’re really brave) would you go out with me? The morning smile is the first step towards a “yes”, this is my guarantee. A smile is like a master key to all bliss (aaannnnddd maybe even a kiss ;)). Just like a great slam poet once said: “If you’ve got this (head), then you follow this (heart), and if someone ever tries to judge you, you give them this (smile)”.

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Dec 3, 2013
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