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Scrapbook

*Scrapbook* Precious carats of time cannot be restored—Not even byChips off the block.We can only pick up the scrapsand protect this lasting jewel,Even when the next generationFalls Apart. From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a TrilogyCopyright © 2013

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The Inspiration

*The Inspiration* When life hands them lemons,They make Masterworks.Days that begin as tomatoes—They grind into Heinz Field.You see tomato,They say tomato—But they don’t simply say, “tomato,”but rather, “Fried Green Tomatoes.” This is a world where everydayWalks of LifebecomeMotion Pictures—Given the

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Under the Table

*Under the Table* Didn’t you know? You have to have a D Cup to Pour Drinks,or at least beToo Hot to Handle.Yeah…And if you wanna sell merchandise, thenYou better have the Goods,and you can’t just tell about the offer, youGottaShow

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Imagine

*Imagine* I see an Iris Blossom,Instead of aVenus Flytrap.I capture a Meteoric Rise,Instead ofHanging on a falling star.I already feel Sunbursts,Instead ofSolar Winds.I notice a New Moon,Instead ofParalyzing Gravity.I marvel at a Green Ray,Instead of Running fromA Thundercloud.I refresh at

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Letting Go

*Letting Go* Whenever I hugged my mother as a child,The hardest part wasLetting Go. And when 10-year reunions are formedor a spouse returns home from a long day,or a child, not unlike me, hugs his mother,They Too must eventually let

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Give Up, Dude

*Give Up, Dude* “Don’t Give Up.”“Don’t Ever Back Out.”Let’s just be honest:You need toTap The Fuck Out.Don’t stay in a battleThat you can never win,It takes giving upTo live to fight again. From Art of Mind II: All InCopyright ©

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Closure

*Closure* A friend of mine once told me thatThere is no such thing as closure.When they’re done, they’re done,That’s It.It’s Over.It’d sure be nice if it was more like the Soap Operas.I don’t mean the yelling and the drama and

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Blank Stare

*Blank Stare* Her eyes rise.She gives a seductive glare.But until she knows what she’s eying—This is just a blank stare. The physical scope is far too limited,Her lens can’t expose what really matters. I know what she doesn’t know about

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Me Against The World

*Me Against the World* Never take your eyes off the opponent…Any great will tell you that.Even before the bell,Tyson was the best at that.I’m alone in the corner.Eyes on opponent.Always on opponent.I pace, loosen, stretch, waggle.They may remain steadyor step

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A Salesman’s Omission

“Go out and Live!”Exclaims the world!They sell the notion ofLiving Every DayLike it’s the lastand to not let a single minuteBe lost.With a drowsy eyeand a wavering head—I sit up in my bed,and respond, “How much does that cost?” From

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