As words fall softly from your lips
\nand land upon my ear;
\nmy mind and body are caressed
\nby every word I hear
When I hear your sweet voice in my head
\nMy brain begins to numb
\nIf this is what you do to me
\nI like what I've become.
So speak my sweet, please speak to me,
\nI need to hear your voice,
\nI've become a slave to it,
\nI have no other choice.
Far wiser men
\nThan I
\nHave thought far wiser thoughts
\nThan I
(They just never wrote them down.)
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\n"God"
\nBesides an arbitrary group of letters
\nRepresenting an idea we can not comprehend?
What kind of Person
\nhave I become,
\nwhen I
\ncan't stand the
\nthought
\nof having to
\nthink?
On my job,
\nat 2 in the morning,
\nthe roar of machines in
\nmy ears
\nand the thoughts of things
\nI've left undone in
\nmy mind.
I can't stand it.
\nWhat have I become?
\nI guess I have plenty of time
\nto think
\nabout it.
Hey Moon!
\nWhat's going on?
\nYou just sit up there
\nglowing, through no fault of you own.
We are here,
\nscurrying around
\ndoing things,
\nnot
\ndoing things,
\nthinking about things we should be
\ndoing
\nbut are afraid to do.
Makes no difference to you
\nwhat we do.
But did you hear
\nwhat they want to do?
They want to say you are
\na planet!
I say "No you can't!
\nShe's the Moon!
\nThe Moon I tell you!"
But they won't listen.
\nYou will.
\nYou have more time
\nto listen,
\nthan I have time
\nto speak.
Our inability to communicate
\neffectively
\nlends itself to amazing
\nopportunities
\nfor deceit.
And we, thinking we are
\nsmart
\nenough to figure out what
\nothers
\nreally mean by the words they use,
\nembrace
\nin this
\ndeceit.
People tell me that
\nsmoking
\nis bad for me.
They probably are right
\nbut,
I will not die from second hand
\nsmoke.
\nIt will be my own.
If I didn't
\nsmoke,
\nI would never go outside.
\nI would have no reason to.
Is my logic flawed?
\nI suppose so,
\nbut then
\nso am I.
It's not that we are
\nlazy
\nor dispassionate in our
\nbeliefs;
\nWe just
\nhate
\ndifferent things.
It is easier to
\nhear
\nwhat others have to
\nsay,
Than to
\nthink
\nof something to
\nsay
\nfor ourselves.
It is more convenient for us to
\nregurgitate
\nother peoples ideas.
Than to
\ncreate
\nideas of our own.
I think for the most part LaRochofocould was right,
\n"We are lazier in mind than in body."
\nBut, which is worse?
\nBeing
\nlazier
\nin the mind
\nor being
\nlazier
\nin the body?
Doing without out
\nthinking
\nthings out for yourself,
or
\nThinking
\nthings out for yourself,
\nbut not doing?
What good does it do
\nto think a great thought
\nwithout ever acting on it?
Hmmm.....
\nEither we are all
\nthinking
\ngreat thoughts
\nor
\nwe really are not doing much of anything.
Does this offend you?
\nGood.
\nAt least now you are
\nthinking
\nof ways to rebuke me.
Like I am.
\n","url":"http://localhost:2368/poems/90-from-the-90s/think-for-yourself/","canonical_url":null,"uuid":"a1120a79-de74-47e3-a3fe-7b1b57a1991c","page":null,"codeinjection_foot":null,"codeinjection_head":null,"codeinjection_styles":null,"comment_id":"5ddfcabdd3c40c4d7df5dd95","reading_time":1}},{"node":{"id":"Ghost__Post__5ddfcad2d3c40c4d7df5dd9e","title":"writing is like...","slug":"writing-is-like","featured":false,"feature_image":null,"excerpt":"Sometimes\nwriting is like\nsitting on a toilet\nwhen\nyou're constipated.\n\nIt may be a long\ntime before\nanything comes out\nthat makes you feel\nbetter.\n\nBut it's still just shit.","custom_excerpt":null,"visibility":"public","created_at_pretty":"28 November, 2019","published_at_pretty":"28 November, 2019","updated_at_pretty":"18 May, 2020","created_at":"2019-11-28T13:25:38.000+00:00","published_at":"2019-11-28T09:40:00.000+00:00","updated_at":"2020-05-18T13:18:42.000+00:00","meta_title":null,"meta_description":null,"og_description":null,"og_image":null,"og_title":null,"twitter_description":null,"twitter_image":null,"twitter_title":null,"authors":[{"name":"mvrtis","slug":"mvrtis","bio":null,"profile_image":"//www.gravatar.com/avatar/41e3179ce1d77b8cc4c9b3cc785cf0ac?s=250&d=mm&r=x","twitter":null,"facebook":null,"website":null}],"primary_author":{"name":"mvrtis","slug":"mvrtis","bio":null,"profile_image":"//www.gravatar.com/avatar/41e3179ce1d77b8cc4c9b3cc785cf0ac?s=250&d=mm&r=x","twitter":null,"facebook":null,"website":null},"primary_tag":{"name":"90-from-the-90s","slug":"90-from-the-90s","description":null,"feature_image":null,"meta_description":null,"meta_title":"90 from the 90's","visibility":"public"},"tags":[{"name":"90-from-the-90s","slug":"90-from-the-90s","description":null,"feature_image":null,"meta_description":null,"meta_title":"90 from the 90's","visibility":"public"},{"name":"poem","slug":"poem","description":null,"feature_image":null,"meta_description":null,"meta_title":"Poem","visibility":"public"}],"plaintext":"Sometimes\nwriting is like\nsitting on a toilet\nwhen\nyou're constipated.\n\nIt may be a long\ntime before\nanything comes out\nthat makes you feel\nbetter.\n\nBut it's still just shit.","html":"Sometimes
\nwriting is like
\nsitting on a toilet
\nwhen
\nyou're constipated.
It may be a long
\ntime before
\nanything comes out
\nthat makes you feel
\nbetter.
But it's still just shit.
\n","url":"http://localhost:2368/poems/90-from-the-90s/writing-is-like/","canonical_url":null,"uuid":"e1c8bd57-4112-492c-baae-753aa0130cb7","page":null,"codeinjection_foot":null,"codeinjection_head":null,"codeinjection_styles":null,"comment_id":"5ddfcad2d3c40c4d7df5dd9e","reading_time":0}},{"node":{"id":"Ghost__Post__5ddfcae5d3c40c4d7df5dda5","title":"Sir, where is Happiness?","slug":"sir-where-is-happiness","featured":false,"feature_image":null,"excerpt":"Someone once asked me where they could find\nhappiness.\nI told them\n\"right here\"\nand showed them a penny.\n\nI remember once,\nwhen I was little\nand we were moving\nand all my toys were packed,\nI had nothing to do.\nSo my folks gave me a\ndish full of\npennies\nto play with.\n\nThat was cool.\n\nPushing the pennies around on the carpet\nmaking different shapes with them\nby arranging them in different ways.\n\nIf you can find Happiness in little, insignificant things,\nYou can find it anywhere.","custom_excerpt":null,"visibility":"public","created_at_pretty":"28 November, 2019","published_at_pretty":"28 November, 2019","updated_at_pretty":"18 May, 2020","created_at":"2019-11-28T13:25:57.000+00:00","published_at":"2019-11-28T09:30:00.000+00:00","updated_at":"2020-05-18T13:18:34.000+00:00","meta_title":null,"meta_description":null,"og_description":null,"og_image":null,"og_title":null,"twitter_description":null,"twitter_image":null,"twitter_title":null,"authors":[{"name":"mvrtis","slug":"mvrtis","bio":null,"profile_image":"//www.gravatar.com/avatar/41e3179ce1d77b8cc4c9b3cc785cf0ac?s=250&d=mm&r=x","twitter":null,"facebook":null,"website":null}],"primary_author":{"name":"mvrtis","slug":"mvrtis","bio":null,"profile_image":"//www.gravatar.com/avatar/41e3179ce1d77b8cc4c9b3cc785cf0ac?s=250&d=mm&r=x","twitter":null,"facebook":null,"website":null},"primary_tag":{"name":"90-from-the-90s","slug":"90-from-the-90s","description":null,"feature_image":null,"meta_description":null,"meta_title":"90 from the 90's","visibility":"public"},"tags":[{"name":"90-from-the-90s","slug":"90-from-the-90s","description":null,"feature_image":null,"meta_description":null,"meta_title":"90 from the 90's","visibility":"public"},{"name":"poem","slug":"poem","description":null,"feature_image":null,"meta_description":null,"meta_title":"Poem","visibility":"public"}],"plaintext":"Someone once asked me where they could find\nhappiness.\nI told them\n\"right here\"\nand showed them a penny.\n\nI remember once,\nwhen I was little\nand we were moving\nand all my toys were packed,\nI had nothing to do.\nSo my folks gave me a\ndish full of\npennies\nto play with.\n\nThat was cool.\n\nPushing the pennies around on the carpet\nmaking different shapes with them\nby arranging them in different ways.\n\nIf you can find Happiness in little, insignificant things,\nYou can find it anywhere.","html":"Someone once asked me where they could find
\nhappiness.
\nI told them
\n"right here"
\nand showed them a penny.
I remember once,
\nwhen I was little
\nand we were moving
\nand all my toys were packed,
\nI had nothing to do.
\nSo my folks gave me a
\ndish full of
\npennies
\nto play with.
That was cool.
\nPushing the pennies around on the carpet
\nmaking different shapes with them
\nby arranging them in different ways.
If you can find Happiness in little, insignificant things,
\nYou can find it anywhere.
I went to see
\nGod
\ntoday.
I asked him,
\n"I try to do good,
\nwhy don't
\nthings
\nwork out
\nfor me?"
YOU ARE A COWARD.
\nYOU DO GOOD BECAUSE
\nYOU ARE
\nAFRAID
\nTO DO WRONG.
" oh," I said and walked away.
\nI had one more
\nquestion
\nto ask,
\nbut I was
\nafraid to.