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                                      YES I DID
                                      YES I DID
                                      YES I DID
                                       YES I DID......

What a
Magnificent
Mistake
It would be
To speak to yourself
So cruelly,
Lying to yourself,
Saying:
You are only worth
As much
As your productivity

Her mystery,
Like a maiden on her first night

Though she is more experienced
Than you’ll ever be
Blood, sweat and tears
On her palms
Not ever her knees

She will reveal who you are
Battle wounds and scars
Not hers to wear
But yours forever to bear

Who will you be?
A successor to her dreams?
Or a failure in the midst,
Of her unforgiving blitz

There's a hole in my brain
From losing part of my mind here,

And after nearly two years
The trash cans still look at me funny.

Nonetheless, I've never laughed so much,
Worked so hard,
Or slumbered so little in my life, and

In the words of a wise man:
"You won't remember the nights you spent sleeping!"

So indeed,
Here I am,
Back again,
On my day off,
Running on zero sleep,
And realizing
That I actually will miss this place...

Due dates;
Schedules;
Deadlines;
Dates,
A revolving strain on time,
A resulting
Pressure
For proven effort;
Will
Our productivity
Decide
Our professional fate?
We look inward,
And contemplate,
And find
Our update
Is late

I met a man, a gardener,
Who told of an auspicious seed.
He worked the seed, carefully
Its flower never seen.

The villagers would glance at him,
In times when things were looking dim
His ambitious eyes and sallowed skin
Reminded them to not give in.

When his work-struck shoulder stiffened,
strained back outed,
He still worked his seed.
And it never sprouted.

Until one off-beat Thursday morn,
the man did not get out of bed.
He passed away that fateful night,
The patch was left an empty stead.

The village gathered for the mass
A crowd with eyes of glass,
They stood and spoke, with admiration,
Of his hard-laboured inspiration - unforgotten.

Outside the Church, in the man's humble patch,
A seed sprouted, flourished - hatched:

Eden would have paled to see
The tree that came from this mere seed,
Hard work and dedication-
A tribute to his legacy.

instant coffee under
fluorescent lighting

looking out over paradise
looking out over the dream
they’re nearly dead already
just repetitive motions
in tedious movements
while redundant music
plays overhead in the
grim atmosphere

instant coffee under
fluorescent lighting

and some say
only the insane
should be institutionalized.

Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I’m humming so that I can’t hear them
But they can hear me
And hate my humming
But how else do I cope?
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm