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Stress will always be there
It's a common fact of life
Only focus on the important few
Like The Job, The Kids, The Wife

Avoid all insanity & madness
Ensure that it's made clear
You'll have no part of the drama
We find mixed in here and there

Although one can't avoid it all
One also doesn't have to get involved
Just remove yourself from the situation
And don't return until it's solved

You can not lie to yourself
Just like you can't make others see
As long as you know who you are
Who gives a (bleep) if all agree

Remember your freedom of choice
And that it's ultimately up to you
Some things may be worth the effort
If not, move onto something new

*
Weigh out the pros and cons
At times the cons just weigh alot
Allow yourself to walk away
Without guilt or second thought
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
Redshift
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 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
Redshift
42
today someone told me
that they don't like my work
because it doesn't rhyme
poetry is supposed to rhyme
they said
that's what makes it
poetry
i looked at him
and said

                                                life


­doesn't


                                                               ­                                           **rhyme
“The only thing you can do easily is be wrong, and that's hardly worth the effort.”
The desert sands, oft dark and drear,
show signs of life this time of year.
Rain, that most infrequent guest,
supplies the means, seeds do the rest.
What once appeared as barren ground
with desert lilies now abounds.
Their flesh so pale and delicate
exploding from the silicate.
So if you come to Joshua Tree
there's more than cactus here to see.
You'll see the lilies bloom at dawn
so welcome come, so quickly gone.
We've much in common , it seems to me,
these flowers and humanity.
We, too, quickly bloom and fade,
then spend forever as a shade.
The Desert lilly blooms briefly in March and April in the Joshua Tree national park in the Great American Desert
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
mûre
In the Garden there was a man
a quiet maker of boutonnieres
whose sunflower grin stirred pollen.

In the Garden there was a bird
a hummingbird, a quiet maker of songs
who steeped within his mirth, thirsty for more.

And now she tastes his flowers everywhere
as he weaves them into his lapel
that she might always flit home
just below the crook of his smile
and just above his April heart.
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
Matthew M
Glaring emptiness fills with shades, all screaming silent,
I don't know why their frantic, torn-down pride sings relief,
That all hopes and dreams, fulfilled or not, will be as dust,
Nothing remains, this too is our fate, we are dying slowly,
Yet the joy is in being forgotten, that this too shall pass,
We need not fear, for life lives truly, on the edge of oblivion.
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
Matthew M
Her beauty is like a condemned man's last smoke,
A burning gasp of life,
To have her, to lose her,
Each poignant moment must be stolen,
And swiftly savored,
Caging kisses,
And
Adding to the queasy stomach graveyard,
For butterflies of hope,
She's in love with loss,
Not I,
Yet I  can not let her go.
 Mar 2013 Tommy Sheldon
Chuck
(SAY)
Welcome! Come in. Stay for awhile, friend.
Tell about your wonderful life.
How are the kids and the wife?
I'm glad you are well, friend.
I wish you the best.
Friends to the end.
You always
Pass the
Test.
Pest!
Listen
To yourself.
I hope you die!
Annoying wee elf!
Please, poke out my right eye.
Kids are brats and your wife's fat.
The best days of your life passed by.
Get the Hell out, fiend! Go on! Get! ****!
(THINK)
Some call it karma
Others see it as fate
The truth of the matter?
It's still up for debate
Our only option I'd say
We must examine all fact
Then decide for ourselves ...each ones impact

On one hand theres KARMA
some say it's a *****
Usually the opinion of the immoral ...those living selfishly rich

With FATE they believe each is destined at start
That everyones born into a roll
With no say in their part

Lets pretend for a moment that this theory is so
The impact id say... we already know
This leaves no purpose to give with no reward for sharing
It' s followers create a world that can exist without caring

Then theirs others, like myself, with a whole different view
We believe in doing unto others... as you'd have done to you
The rules by which we live enforces giving to get
And the feeling of helping is something we can never forget
Our destiny is determined by the path that we choose
A world without conscience is one destined to lose
And each time its paid foward the reward is so great...
Thats my argument at least on this long lasting debate
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