How I’ve come upon the World

November 28

 

 

How I’ve come upon the World.

 

 

 

My first exposure to Bogart was as the man who was after Bugs Bunny, and Lauren Bacall was only referred to as Baby.  I only ever heard Kaw Liga because Stephen King referenced it too often and I had to go have a listen.  I come through the back door on so much of the world and it has served me rather well.  Yes, I often feel ignorant, but at least the knowledge never sees me coming and I get the drop on it.  There is a quality to not having been spoon-fed, that keeps me sharp and allows for depth.  The universe sends me clues and I go investigate.  It cuts down on the agendaed learning of the social norms and cuts me a wide swath beyond the common path.  There are times when conformity is key; then again it’s a sweet thing to have a choice.

 

 

 

 

 

Level inequity

 

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TAPERS

I wax poetic and burn the candle at both ends.
I borrow from the beginning, I steal from the end
And come up short; feeling deeply cheated.

I pass myself off as the time-keeper but am the time-pleaser
Arch-traitor selling short the days and hours
For approval not fulfillment.

I put away my true identity, mammal, human, the love of.
I have exchanged it for the mask and cape of the Do-do-doer.
A tragic figure of myth and legend who breaks the spirit
Of everyone who attempts the portrayal.

In spite of this the roads teem with actors
Becoming caricatures of a life less lived.
The world is more than a stage
And I must free powers greater than to be more than an audience.