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Life Is Not That Complicated.

Life is so short and grand, 
to time, we are one grain of sand. 
In our lives we carry around so much pressure, 
this is our one shot, so read this as a refresher. 

Your name will not ring out in history or space, 
one day everything will end, even the human race. 
So why sit down and let another make you cry?
Tell them to kiss you right above your thigh.  

When a person walks past you and smiles, 
mirror it and the chain reaction continues for miles. 
If you see someone uncomfortable and out of place, 
go talk to them, because you will forever be in their grace. 

This life isn't too hard to figure out, 
being nice is what its all about. 
There is so much out there to hurt and make you grieve, 
I'm letting you know its alright to enjoy life, sit back and just breathe. 

10, 20, 30, or 40 years from now on your death bed, 
what are the things that will be going through your head?
If you don't like what you see, not one bit, 
guess what, its not too late, so go ahead and change it.  

I can't tell you what to do, or how to act, 
but everyone can do it, that is a fact. 
Tomorrow when you wake up, do what you see fit, 
remember this and in life, a home run you will hit.

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The Truth You Don'T Want To Know

I am not a detective or a sleuth, 
but what I write about is only the truth.
You are not going to like what I have to say, 
but the truth has to come out some way.

September 11, 2001 is what I am going to talk about.
Now you don't have to believe this, but just hear me out.
Many people have come forward about the attacks.
They are physicists, and Ivy League teachers with facts.

They said when I saw them fall I was a little weary. 
They said the building came down in a pancake theory.
This is impossible for it to fall that fast and that way.
They fell faster than free fall speed, something was moving it out of the way.

They mentioned the crash in the field,
and how no metal was found to yield.
Its a proven fact that 14 tons of steel can't vaporize.
The only way it can is by an illusion to your eyes.

Well lets say it did vaporize by the heat underneath.
What type of fire melts metal and leaves people's teeth?
That is how the passengers were identified.
Still not believing me, or on my side?

It took the fighter jets 80 minutes to get there.
Why did it take so long going 650 mph in the air?
This part might give you the chills.
The jets were confused because they were running the exact same drills.

Yes, two planes were hijacked and their target is the twin towers.
That is the exercise they were running in those fateful hours.
So now what about the plane that flew onto Pentagon's lawn?
No one knows, all the video tapes were confiscated in 5 minutes and are gone.

Where was Bush Sr. during this whole ordeal?
He was with Osama Bin Laden's brother getting a meal.
They were caught on video tape four blocks away.
When he was confronted about this he said “uummm...I have nothing to say.”

There are so many facts I am leaving out of this tryst.
If you want to see the evidence then on youtube watch 9/11 zeitgeist.

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Autistic

You may not understand me or the things I do,
and you may not understand why I don't look at you.
You keep telling me I'm playing with my toys wrong,
and you don't know why I only sing one song.

You want me to go out and play with the other boys,
but it scares me when they make that loud noise. 
You don't understand why I am different from the rest,
but everyday for me is another test.

I'm sorry my hand doesn't work that way,
you'll get how special I am one day.
My brain is different in the way I think,
but my ship isn't going to sink.

Even though I'm different, I can still cry,
so it hurts when you ask god why?
You just need to pay a little more attention
to this little boy playing in his own dimension.

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This Grinds My Gears

Do you know what grinds my gears?
Its been building in me for a few years.
People driving and texting, just letting their mind linger.
They almost hit me, then cut me off, then give me the finger. 

Then the teacher tells everyone not to text during class.
She starts lecturing and all heads go down like a ceremony at mass.
They all just sit there and talk and text away, 
or just sit there and get frustrated at the games they play.

Another thing that gets under my skin and must go,
is when people talk to me, using phrases and words I don't know.
For Example, my friend spent some bones on a whip and got a bucket.
What? Is everyone all right?  What happened?  He explained it.

What that means is he spent money (bones) on a car (whip), 
and its a piece of crap (bucket), and it won't last on a long trip. 
Another is: I got a trick that we can flip and make some mad.
I'm not sure what he said, but I could end up in the most wanted ad.

Then he explains, he saw a nice car (trick), that we can buy and sell (flip), 
and make a lot of money (mad). So a bucket is a trick and trick is whip?
Why can't you just say car?  Because it sounds cool and you know it.
You sound like an idiot and I can't even understand you and I'm a poet. 

I don't get why this world has to be so frustrating and get in my head.
He's gonna skeet and drop it til then, so I have to figure out what he just said.  

**For Natalie Fllikkema's contest “What annoys you”?

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Human Life

Were an anomaly that amazes.  
Our life and all of its phases. 
Wonderful creator, 
I guess I'll meet him later.
When up my spirit raises.

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John Lennon

30 years have now passed, 
but your words still last.
Across decades, your memory has span, 
and you were above all, a simple man. 

Peace and love is all you said.
For you, a million tears were shed.
Your tragedy was felt worldwide,
your death made the world coincide. 

Imagine all the world, living for today, 
you brought us together, in this beautiful array.
Even though your body is no longer here, 
your message echos forever, across this sphere.

You were a dreamer, but not the only one, 
we are carrying on the movement, you begun.
I hope you are at peace, where ever you are, 
I hope to hear in heaven, you playing the guitar.

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Basketball Shoes

My basketball sneakers could make me fly
In fourth grade I could jump so high
I wasn't the best on the team
But I was in my dream
With those shoes, I swear I could touch the sky.

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My First Car

My first car was an '87 Camaro.
That car was fast and sharp as an arrow.
I was sixteen and in high school.
I loved it, but boy was it a piece of stool.

I had it for a month, then it became a joke.
I was driving one night and the engine broke.
It started to steam and smoke everywhere.
I was afraid, so I just left it on the highway there.

When I came back, I was hoping my day would be brighter.
But it got much worse when I saw about a dozen firefighters. 
They were surrounding it and when I saw it I nearly froze.
They thought it was on fire, and filled it up with their water hose.

I should have junked it, but for this car I truly cared.
So I got a new engine and paid for everything to be repaired.
After that it ran like new and without a rattle or a squeak.
Little did I know that it had a slightly large oil leak.

So a couple days later, I was out on this amazing date.
I was thinking about us in the back seat, but that would wait.
As I was driving to this remote make-out spot, 
I looked at the temperature gauge and it was very hot.

So of course it started to smoke and the firemen got called again.
When they got there, I didn't know what I was in for then.
One fireman smiled and asked if I was going to the make-out point up there?
I smiled back and said yeah, then he said really, with my daughter Claire.  

After that night, I did what I should have long ago and got rid of the car, 
I also never saw Claire again, her dad told me to stay away, very far.

***For Paula Swanson's Contest***

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High School Football-Favorite Sport

Under the lights on Friday night.
High school football starting to ignite.
Merciless to everyone.
This is war, not for fun.
Winning state is a beautiful sight.

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Pluralistic Ignorance

Here someone goes again, blowing smoke out their pipe.
Just going with the flow, using a common stereotype.
Here's a black man, I wonder how many kids he has on child support.
If he's late to a meeting, he's always a day late and dollar short.

There is a Mexican outside the Home Depot store, 
he must be illegally looking to do a gardening chore.
If you see one Mexican go into a house, I swear, 
inside you'll find at least forty people living there.

What's that over there, yellow skin, yep Hong Kong.
Better hide your cat unless you want to say so long.
I bet he could build me a robot if he tries.
Yeah they are all real smart, them oval eyes.

I see a man with a turban on his head, my final doom.
Better start running away now, before he goes boom.
We know he's got to be a terrorist, 
see if he's on the most wanted list.

Who else is out there that I can bash?
Oh yeah, what about the white trash.
That gosh dang redneck hillbilly.
His brain is small just like his willy.

Everything mentioned above must be true.
So you must decide, what are you going to do?
Say something back and even up the score?
Or decide that words aren't worth going to war?

I think that if we just walk and go our separate way, 
then the one speaking it, will have nothing left to say.
It is not worth your time to get mad over what you heard.
At the end of the day, it is still nothing but a word.