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Juggly

THERE WAS A LAD

WHO

LEARNED

TO JUGGLE

FROM THE PAGES

OF A BOOK

HE WOULD PLY

HIS TRADE

ALMOST ANYWHERE

AND ALL

WOULD STOP TO

LOOK

THEN SOON AFTER

HE NOTICED

SOMETHING

OTHERS THOUGHT

A BIT

ABSURD

WHAT HE COULD

DO WITH OBJECTS

HE COULD

DO WITH MOST ANY

WORD

HE COULD TOSS

THEM

HIGH ABOVE

AND ON THE PAGE

DEFLTY CATCH

EXACTLY WHAT HE

WISHED

IN PHRASES

OF A PERFECT

MATCH

HE’D DIVE

AND SWOOP

AND TOSS AND CATCH

AND EVER ENTERTAIN

ALL WHILE

SITTING STILL

PEN IN HAND

A CIRCUS

IN HIS

BRAIN

HE’D TOSS

ADJECTIVES AND

ADVERBS

AND NOUNS

INSIDE YOUR HEAD

AND SUDDENLY

YOU’D REALIZE

PATTERNS

THAT WENT

UNSAID

HE’D UPEND

PHRASES

QUOTES

AND SAYINGS

TOSS THEM IN

FOR FUN

AND AS YOU

STOOD THERE

MARVELING

HE’D ONLY

JUST BEGUN

THERE SEEMED

NO LIMIT

TO HIS ART

UNTIL

ONE FATEFUL DAY

HE JOINED IN

WITH

SOME FOLK

WHO SAID

PUT ALL THAT AWAY

AND SO OUR

JUGGLER

DROPPED

HIS PENS

AND WENT TO

EARN HIS PAY

BUT OFTEN

HE WOULD

WONDER

IF HIS TRICKS

HE COULD

STILL PLAY

THEN FINALLY

HE MET SOMEONE

WHO UNDERSTOOD

THAT THERE WAS

CLEARLY MORE

TO THE LAD

WHO TOILED ON

WORN BY

EVERY CHORE

WHAT IS IT

YOU DO FOR FUN

SOMETHING

JUST FOR YOU

HE REPLIED

IT’S BEEN A WHILE

BUT

I KNOW WHAT

I’LL DO

I’LL TAKE

WORDS

AND JUMBLE THEM

BETWEEN US

IN THE AIR

I WILL MAKE YOU

SEE A WORLD

YOU BELIEVED

WAS ALWAYS THERE

AND SO HE TOOK

UP INFORMATION

FRIENDSHIP

JOY

AND CONVERSATION

TOSSED THEM TOGETHER

AND

WOULD YOU BELIEVE

SOMEONE

WITH APPLAUSE

DID HIS SHOW

RECEIVE

AND HE BEGAN

TO BOB AND WEAVE

AND NEW FEATS

HE SAW

HE COULD ACHIEVE

BUT HIS GREATEST

WAS WHAT

HE HAD

TAUGHT

WHEN ONE

JUGGLED WORD

YOU

TRULY

CAUGHT

AND THREW

IT BACK

UP

JUST TO SEE

WHAT OF A

WORD-JUGGLER

LIVES

IN ME

12/31/11

Self Improvement

Would you at a moments notice break
yourself upon the altar of change
and dare to believe ahead of time for goodness sake
that you would grow to encompass much beyond your range
Would you walk out on all that you had built
and laugh at those that called you traitor
for knowing is the thing that keeps blood from being spilt
when the only allegiance that matters is you, but greater
Would you toss out what you had bought as true
and reconsider that others could not have been so wrong
and lift up to the skies nothing borrowed nor indeed blue
for happiness would abound ere too long
Would you dare to call it inspiration that makes you leap
from the known out far into the abyss
could you find yourself and dare to keep
the first longings of that kiss

Immutable Force

As I expand to meet and grow beyond the fences
I find when I push outward against them it takes a will of senses
And it is often easier to fall
Back into the measured simple familiar temple of metre
and fail to find the rate at which I’m not repeater
but fire into the world something new to all
But I suppose old Solomon got it after all for There
is nothing new but to view your my vanity of hot air
and wonder at the slipper left at the ball
I have list to idle chatter of what this and that the matter
and smile and pray that soon the day the world will shatter
as an artist rises to this call
Would that it were me but no I think I have much room
to grow inside this growing growth though it may be my tomb
if I do not push out upon the wall

LEGENDAERIE

NOT HIGH-MINDED, THOUGH I PERCEIVE
NOT WELL-SIGHTED, THOUGH I BELIEVE
NOT DISHONEST, THOUGH I DECEIVE
NOT DEPRESSED, ALTHOUGH I GRIEVE

NOT A TAKER, THOUGH I RECEIVE
NOT A SAVIOR, THOUGH I RELIEVE
NOT A DESERTER, THOUGH I LEAVE
NOT A FOOL, THOUGH OFT NAÏVE

THERE IS
            A DREAM
                A FATE
                        A QUEST

WITH WHICH
            EACH
                 ONE OF US
                        IS
              BLESSED

SOME PREPARE
            AND PLAN
                        PURSUE

OTHERS
            ONLY THINK
                        THEY
                            DO

OTHERS BELIEVE
            IT’S
ENOUGH
            TO TRY

SOME
            TAKE WING
GET
                     CLOSE
AND
                        DIE

AND ONLY A
            VERY
                  CHOSEN
            FEW

FIND THE
            OMENS
                THEY’RE
                        MEANT TO

AND MEET
            THE STRANGEST
                SORT OF
                        FOLK
AND
            FIND THAT
        EVERY
            DAY
                THEY WOKE

THE UNIVERSE
            IT DID
                  CONSPIRE

TO BRING
            AND
       REDEFINE
                DESIRE

BY WAFTING
PROMISES
ON
                           THE
                                    BREEZE

BY DARING
            PULLING
                        BY
   DEGREES

UNTIL THE SIMPLEST
            LIFE
                  HAS
                        WALKED

WHERE OTHERS
            HAVE ONLY
                        DREAMED
            OR
                        TALKED

THEN FIND
            THE
                        PULL
            TO
                        INDUSTRY




WHERE MOST
            GET CAUGHT
                        FORGET
            TO SEE

HOW LIFE
            IS
               MORE
THAN GIVE
                AND
            TAKE

BUT MORE
            ABOUT
THE MARK
                        YOU
                           MAKE

THEY
        FEAR
THE DAY
            THEIR
          QUEST
                        IS DONE

THAT
            THEIR
STORY
            WILL BE
                        ALL
BUT
 DONE

FEW SEE
                        THROUGH
AND
     ESCAPE
            SUCCESS

AND FOLLOW
                          AFTER
THE WIND’S
                                    CARESS



THEY’LL
                 LEAVE
                               BEHIND
SECURITY

JUST IN HOPE
            OF
                 PURITY

THEY’LL
                        CROSS
THE
            WORLD
                   TOWARD DESTINY

TO HEAR
            A SIMPLE
                        PROPHECY

AND AS
            THEY
             TRAVEL
                  AS THEY
                        ROAM

THEY’LL OFTEN
            CAST A THOUGHT
                        TOWARD
                                    HOME

AND WONDER
            WHAT THEY’VE
                        LEFT BEHIND

BUT THEY
            CANNOT
                        MISS
                              WHAT IS
                                    THEIRS
                                                TO FIND






AND SO THEY
                           PAUSE
                                       IN
                            PLACE
                                    OF
                                      REST

AND HERE
            THEY
                FIND
                        THE SECOND
                                    TEST

THE BEAUTIFUL
            EXOTIC
                        SHE

THE TEST
            THE TRAP
                        INTIMACY

MOST WILL
            SETTLE
                        WITHOUT
                                    A THOUGHT

THAT THIS
            IS HOW
                        A DREAM
                        IS CAUGHT

A PINNED
            DOWN NOW
                        FOR ALL
                                    TO SEE

WHEN
            IT SHOULD
                        HAVE BEEN
                                                LEFT
            WILD
                        AND
                                    FREE



BUT SOMETIMES
            THE UNIVERSE
                        CONSPIRES

TO GIVE FEW
            OF US
                        OUR
                              TRUE
                                    DESIRES

AND ALL
            WE HAVE
                        IS
                                    BUT
TO
            WAIT

AND TRUST
            THE SIGNS
                        AND
                                MAKE
                                    OUR FATE

FOR IF YOU
            GRASP
                        TOO SOON
            AT
                JOY

YOU FIND
            IT BUT
                        A BROKEN
                                    TOY

PERHAPS
            ONE
            OR
            TWO
                WILL SEE

ONLY
            FULLFILMENT
               MEANS
                        TWO   
                           CAN BE

ONE CONTINUES
            ON
            THE
                        QUEST

ONE WILL WAIT
            AND WATCH
                        THE WEST

ON THROUGH
            DANGERS
                        TOILS
                            SNARES

BOMBARDED
            BY INCONSEQUENTIAL
                           CARES

TO CONTEMPLATE
            THE WORLD
                        SO
                                    VAST

ONE LEARNS
            TO SEE
                        THE TRUTH
                                    AT LAST

YOU CANNOT
            CONTEND
                        WITH
                                    ENORMITY

SO FOCUS
            AND FIND
                        SIMPLICITY

AND HERE
            DAWNS
                        TESTING
            NUMBER
            THREE

THE BATTLE
            WITH
                        INSECURITY
WHO IS IT
                        I
AM MEANT
                        TO BE

HOW TO DEFINE
            THE
                  CORE
                        OF
                            ME

LIFE FEELS
            SMALL
                        AND THREATENED
                                    HERE

ONE WISHES ONE
            COULD
                                    DISAPPEAR

BUT HERE
            IS WHERE
            WE
                        CHANGE
AT
            LAST

THE JOB
            THE LOVE
                        THE DOUBT
                                    ARE PASSED

THERE IS A TREASURE
            YET UNTOLD

IF WE
            WITH THE
                        WIND
            LEARN TO
                        UNFOLD

THE UNIVERSE
            WILL
                        CONSPIRE
                                    THUS

TO MAKE
            PHILOSOPHER STONES
                        OF
                             US

AND RETURN
            US BACK
                        FROM WHENCE
                                    WE CAME

SO LIKE BEFORE
            BUT
                        JUST
                                 IN
                                      NAME

12/1/11
*Note: This is my first attempt at synthesizing the lessons I learned by reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.

THE MAN MADE OF BOOKS

THERE WAS
                        A BOY
            WHO
                        TRIED
                                    TO GROW

BY FEEDING
            HIS MIND
                        WITH WORDS
            THAT
                                         GLOW

IT WASN’T
            LONG
               UNTIL
                        HE
                           COULD
                                    SEE

THAT LIFE
            WAS MADE
                        OF
                                    POETRY

AND
            SO HE
                        QUESTED
                                    TO GATHER
                                                MORE

FROM TOMES
            LEFT BY
                        GREAT
                                    SOULS
                                                BEFORE

THEN
            IT HAPPENED
                        HE
                                    REALIZED




IN ALL
            THOSE
                        WORDS
THERE’S
                        LIFE
                                    DISGUISED

SO HE
            GATHERED THEM
                        BREATHED THEM IN

SO MUCH
            TO LEARN
AND SEE
                        WITHIN

SPONGELIKE
            FOR YEARS
                        HE DID
                                    ABSORB

THEN COCOONED
            IN A LITERATE
                        ORB

MADE OF
            PAGES
                        OF FACT
                                    AND
                              FICTION

OF
            WHISPERINGS
            WRITINGS
            SCRAWLINGS
            DICTION

UNTIL
            ONE DAY
               HE WOULD
                        EMERGE

AND FEEL
            NEW LIFE
                        WITHIN HIM
                                    SURGE

SUDDENLY
            HE SAW
                        THAT HE

WAS FLYING
            HIGH
                        BOTH
                                    WILD
                                        AND
                                    FREE

HE WONDERED
            HOW
AND
            GLANCED
                        AROUND

TO SEE
            HOW
              THAT
                        HAD LEFT
                                    THE GROUND

ON WINGS
            MADE OF
                        STORIES
            VEINED
                        WITH
                                    RHYMES

HE’D DREAMED
            OF THIS
                        SO
                             MANY
                                    TIMES

THEN HE
            NOTICED
                        THAT
                                    HIS
                                                FEET

WERE
            TWO FAIRYTALES
                        COMPLETE

THIS
            LEG
                        A VERB
AND THAT
                        A NOUN

SO MANY
            SENTENCES TO
            GET
                        AROUND

HIS TORSO
            HISTORY
                        HIS CHEST
                                    ROMANCE

HIS ARMS
            PERIODICALS
                        LIKE
                                    “HOW TO DANCE”

THEN HE GLIMPSED
            WHAT
                        MUST BE
                                    HIS
                                          HEAD

AND COULD NOT    
            DESCRIBE IT
                        AFTER ALL
                                    HE’D READ

BUT
            THEN
                        HE SMILED    
                                    AND
                        LAUGHED
                                    AND
                        FLEW

OFF TO CREATE
            STORIES
                        NEW


IN TRUTH
            THIS STORY
IS MORE
                        THAN
                                    LOOKS

A MAN
            IS
                A MAN
AND
            HE IS
                        HIS
                                    BOOKS

12/5/11

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