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Build a Fucking Rocket Ship

A human may not take up much space,
but you are not small.
You may not be the size of a planet,
but you aren’t microscopic.
For the love of all that is good,
never think you’re small.
For there is an entire universe in your mind.
There are worlds wanting to be explored.
Just build a fucking rocket ship and explore.
Take that ship to far off worlds.
Walk with dinosaurs,
eat with kings and nobles.
Build a fucking rocket ship and explore.
Go and visit worlds with magic and elves.
Go and eat at a diner among the stars,
go and walk the streets of a utopia.
Build a fucking rocket ship and explore.
There are worlds, galaxies that need saved.
There are stories waiting to be told.
So, build a fucking rocket ship and explore.
What’s to stop you from doing so?
Who’s the person that’s saying no?
What’s your reason to not go?
You have the skills,
you have the equipment,
you have the power to,
build a fucking rocket ship and explore.
Go off and see the stars,
go off and swim the seas,
go off and eat new things.
You are the only one who can.
You’re the only one that can explore,
you’re the only one who’ll discover,
you are the chronicler of a universe!
So build a fucking rocket ship and explore.
BUILD A FUCKING ROCKET SHIP AND EXPLORE!
There is so much for you to see and do,
There is an ever expanding universe in your mind.
Build a fucking rocket ship and explore it.

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Human

The world is this tiny minute little thing in an ever expanding universe,
that quite possibly is just one universe in an infinite void filled with infinite universes.
Upon this teeny tiny ball of dust in this huge universe you are a small fragile biped,
who’s history upon the planet is only 10,000 years of it’s billions.
You are a itsy bitsy teeny weeny being both in time and space within your universe.
You are this being who thinks 10,000 is a long time,
yet it took billions of years for you to even get to 10,000.
You are not the most common life form on your planet,
you definitely aren’t in the galaxy or universe.
But you know what you are?

lucky

You are the luckiest being alive.
You were born a sentient being upon a world that supports advanced forms of life.
That just so happens to be in the perfect spot in the galaxy and the perfect size.
That just so happens to have a civilization so advanced it allows almost instantaneous commutation across the entire globe.
That is at the point where it is looking to the stars and wondering what is out there.
You were born a human when it was more likely you’d be born something else.
You were born with thumbs, and a big brain, and the ability to communicate in many different ways.
You were born with the ability to have independent thought, to be creative,
to imagine, to explore, to honestly be fucking human.
And here you sit wondering why you are so small in the grand scheme of things.
Here you sit pondering about that infinite void that lies beyond our realm of existence.
Here you are ruminating about being so unimportant to a great big galaxy.
Yet here you are made from the same stuff as those great big stars,
here you are…

human

here you are as a human,
someone with enough luck to be a human,
with enough potential to create something so much larger than yourself.
You are a human living upon a small ball of dust that took billions of years to create floating in an ever expanding universe in an even bigger nothing full of nothing and you have the gall to say you are not important.
You are a human, you are the most important being in this or any other universe and don’t let anyone tell you differently 

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It’s okay

It’s okay if people fade away,
It’s okay if you never see them again.
It’s okay.
It’s okay if your heart gets broken,
It’s okay if you break some hearts.
It’s okay.
It will always be okay.
It’s okay if you get stuck in a rut,
It’s okay if you can’t move on.
It’s okay.
It’s okay if you don’t like to talk,
It’s okay if you never shut up.
It’s okay.
It will always be okay.
No matter what you do it will be okay.
It’s okay to be you.
It’s okay to copy someone else.
It’s okay.
It’s okay if you need to be alone,
It’s okay if you need someone else.
It’s okay.
It’s okay if you don’t like being touched.
It’s okay if you need companionship.
It’s okay.
It will always be okay.
It’s okay, is really all I can say,
Because it’s okay to do whatever you do.
It’s okay if you like dudes,
It’s okay if you chicks.
It’s okay.
It’s okay if you like lots of peeps,
It’s okay if you don’t like anyone.
It’s okay.
In the end it will always be okay.
It’s okay to be human.

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Here’s to Adventure

This one goes out to all those wanting an adventure….

I once swam in a sea of clouds with birds the size of whales
I once watched a man paint the sunset with a paint brush
I once led Roman Legions in their conquest of Britannia
I once harnessed the energy from a super nova to power a planet
I once danced with Death upon the banks of Styks.
I once had dreams that came true.
I once explored new worlds in a ship made out of gold.
Tis wondrous the things I’ve seen, 
Tis fantastic the phantasms I’ve had.

For a fantastic phantasm is more than just a dream
Dreams are not dreams,
imagination spawns creation,
creation begets invention,
invention creates innovation,
innovation produces imagination,
imagination manufacturers dreams.

Tis our dreams that are the real adventures,
tis books that are doorways to other worlds,
tis our imagination that unlocks the door.

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May Your Wishes

May you only cry tears of joy,
May you only die of laughter,
May you never need a light in the dark,
May you never need to repair a broken heart.
May your days be long, and your nights short.
May you lose yourself in a good book.
May you never lose sleep over a problem,
May you never give up hope.
May you never lose Faith,
May your dreams come true,
May your life be filled with Fridays and never Mondays
May you be happy.

There are many things I wish for you.
There are many ways to say it.
Just be happy.
Just be yourself
Don’t let anyone tell you differently
Just be happy,  that’s all I ask.
Go and watch the sunset,
Go and see the world,
Go see that band you’ve always wanted to see,
Go and be free and never not be happy.
Just be happy,  that’s all I ask.
I wish you the very best.
I wish you a thousand times more.
May your first love love you back.
Live your life.

As for me?
It’s too late for me,
I’ve squandered my existence,
I’ve missed my shots,
I’ve failed the exams;
As for me,
As for me,  my end in nieh
As for me, it’s almost done,
As for me,
Well, don’t end up like me,
I’m an old man with so many regrets,
I’m an old man who didn’t live his life.
May you never be me

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Ode to 2013

Should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
The pope resigned and bitcoin rised
and auld lang syne

For auld lang syne my dear,
for auld lang syne
the iron lady died,
bombs blew in Boston,
auld lang syne.

And Yahoo bought our Tumblr,
human cells were cloned!
a crusie ship went ablaze in the sea,
for auld lang syne.

Egypt ousted their president,
Motor City went broke,
Syria accused of chem attacks,
since auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne my dear,
for auld lang syne,
NASDAQ broke down for three hours,
for auld lang syne.

Microsoft bought Nokia phones,
Naval yard shooting in DC,
The US government shut its doors,
from auld lang syne,

For auld lang syne my dear,
for auld lang syne,
Nelson Mendela died,
for auld lang syne,
China landed rover on moon,
for auld lang syne.

2013 has come and gone,
time to say goodbye,
well do this again next year,
and sing auld lang syne.

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Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place.
A jolly old man moved with great haste.
Everything was right and prim and proper,
As he played with a coin of copper.

The children were nestled all snug in their room,
Far from their minds were visions of doom.
Wife in her nightie, I in my pants,
As the jolly fellow downstairs began to dance.

Then out on the lawn thee arose such a clatter,
I looked outside, for the man was on a latter.
Away from the window I flew in a flash,
hid all the jewelery and most of the cash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
made the bitter cold shine in the 10 below.
Out of the corner of my eye what should appear?
But a miniature cop car and a fat man drunk on beer.

The man looked tiny, lively, and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Faster, and faster he ran as he came,
How he joked, and shouted, and called them a-many name.

"Now Dasher! Now  Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
Oh Comet and Cupid, Donner and Blitzen!
I bet ye can’t can’t catch me as I bolt over this wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
He meant an obstacle and fell from his high.
So up and up he rose again and flew.
With toys in toot, and alcohol too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
the dancing, the prancing of the crazy old goof.
As I pondered how this came to be,
Down the chimney St Nicholas said with a “wee.”

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot.
And he concerned little that he was covered in soot.
A bunch of toys he had in a sack,
twas slung over his shoulder and onto his back.

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were red his nose a cherry!
The smell of liquor came from his month,
He must have been taking drinks on his way south.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
he stumbled and staggered and almost knocked over a wreath,
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
They shook when he laughed , as he ate a bowl full of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a jolly old fellow
He laughed when he saw, I looked rather mellow.
A glitter in his eye a knot in his back
as he through down the toys in his sack.

He spoke nonsense and went straight to work,
Oh, he peed on the tree, my he is such a jerk!
Then he stuck a finger up his nose,
and giving a twist, up the chimney he rose.

He stumbled to his sleigh, and gave a whistle.
And up looked the cops as he through thistle,
But I heard him exclaim as the took him away.
"Merry Christmas to all, I’ll post bail by break of day!"

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Bob’s Elven Liberation War

There once was an Elf named Bob
he was quite the slob.
Santa he annoyed,
whenever he ruined a toy.
But so hard he tried
Twas enough to make him cry!
But to fire him, Santa couldn’t act,
Bob was protected by a union contract.
So Santa devised a plan,
an all out union ban.
So Santa sent a memo,
telling them he could now let them go.
He issued performance evaluations
This lead to lots of frustration.
Bob knew Santa was on the hunt
So he established the Elf Liberation Front.
They called for reforms,
Like better dorms,
And a return to a union shop,
Maybe even new kinds of soda pop.
Across the table Santa glared
As Bob’s Elven Liberation War was declared
Twas Elf against elf,
Mer against mer self.
The north pole was covered in blood,
It shook as bodies fell with a thud.
It lasted for many years,
And it shed many tears
It caused so much pain
As Santa ended up in chains
And now the elves no longer make toys
For good little girls and boys
All because Santa was a dick

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Breaking eggs to Make Money

They say you gotta break eggs to make an omelet
You gotta spend money to make money
But do the ends justify the means?

Is “for the greater good” really a good excuse?
Will my wrongs actually make a right?
Or does it simply make a good man bad?

What if I rather have hard boiled eggs?
What if I prefer to put my money in the bank with a fixed interest rate?
What if my end is as gray as the means?

Am I good because I do good things,
or because the things I did ended up with a good outcome?
Or am I just over-thinking all of this?

Am I bad because I’ve done bad,
Or was I merely a ne’er-do-well?
Who knows anymore.

Perhaps that is the meaning of life then,
to question our beliefs,
to try to understand what it means to be… humanity.

It’s not like there is strictly good and strictly bad.
A good man does bad, whilst a bad man does good.
We are not our actions!

Are we?
We can’t be.
It’s like judging a book by it’s cover.

If video games have taught me anything,
it’s that something “for the greater good” is bad,
and being selfish is the right thing,

but sometimes it’s the other way around,
and that just fucks with me,
that shit ain’t cool.

Perhaps the ends can justify the means,
perhaps it can be for the greater good,
maybe the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

But you gotta admit,
sometimes it’s nice,
to not question your morals. 

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Life

It started with a smile
such a great smile.
When she smile I knew,
I knew that it would only be a matter of time
before I fell in love.
I fell hard and quick
So fast I thought I’d be sick,
I fell so fast I hoped she’d catch me.
I fell through the floor,
down a hole all the way to China.
And then she caught me
and smiled.
She smiled as if it was perfectly normal
and not weird to fall that far through Love.
And then we talked and laughed it off
we stayed up late watching movies,
we spent whole nights just talking.
We both fell and we both caught each other.
Then one day I asked for her hand.
After several months we had a quaint ceremony
at a small chruch in the country.
Tears of joy we shed and fed each other cake.
We never left the hotel room on our honeymoon.
9 months later our son was born.
We became a family.
We moved to a small 4 bedroom house
with a white picket fence in a nice neighborhood
with great schools.
3 years later our daughter was born.
She looked just like her mother.
We my daughter was 3 we got a puppy.
I cried on both of my kids’ first day of school.
I cried when he got a football scholarship to a good school.
I cried when she became prom queen.
I cried when they graduated high school
I was so proud when they graduated college.
I gave her away at her wedding and danced with my wife.
I spent many nights playing with my grandkids.
I grew old.
I got sick.
Then one day I closed my eyes one finsl time.
When I woke up I was 23 years old and it all was a dream.

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a free verse poem about adulthood

I wanted to grow up so bad when I was younger
Now all I want to do is go back.
I just want to do childhood over,
just do it again.
Because being a kid was awesome.
The biggest stress I had was homework.
But now I’m an adult
It’s not fun,
Who said that I have to do this?
Why must I?
18 years of school does not prepare you for this.
How do all those letter grades help me now?
How do all those papers?
But that’s a whole different problem.
Can I just go back to being a care free kid with no adulthood stress
like worrying if I’ll be stuck in this shitty job forever.
I should have prepared better for this shitty life.

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Live

Live for today, not yesterday,
live in the moment, not the past.
Live for the magic of the present,
just make memories that’ll last.
Hold onto the ones you love,
because this life we live happens so fast.
Never say that you can’t,
cause then the abyss will be quite vast.
Just live your life
Just be happy,
cause before you know it, it’ll end.
So write a great story, movie or book.
And write it so it’ll always last.

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The Rhythm of Life

The only story that matters is the one you write yourself.
The only song that matters is the one you have within your heart.
The only movie that matters is the one that stars you.
The only poem that matters is the one that fits the rhythm of your life.
The only person that matters is you.
Be your own person, live in the moment, and never look back.
Follow the rhythm of your own life, march to the beat of your own drums.
Dream only your dreams, love only your loves,
and write a story worth reading.

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Time For Bed

Why am I up at 3:30am?
Why the fuck am I not in bed?
Why am I up at 3:30am,
When I should clearly be in bed?
Why are there drunk people outside my house?
Why do they have to be so loud?
All I want to fucking do is sleep,
but they just won’t shut up!
Why the fuck is a train going by at 3:30am?
How am I supposed to sleep
when this fucking trains’s here?
Why am I up at 3:30am?
Why the fuck am I not in bed?
Why am I up at 3:30am,
When I should clearly be in bed?
Why is my room is fucking cold?
How can a man possibly sleep in it?
Even under the covers I’m cold,
I am really not a fan.
Why is my bed so lumpy?
Can’t a guy get a decent bed?
Why does my bed fucking suck?
I’m just sick of my sore back.
Why did I want to write a poem at 3:30am?
Why am I asking questions,
which will never be answered?
Why the fuck am I not stopping,
so I can go the fuck to bed?
Why do I keep writing,
when I should just go to bed?
I should go to bed since it is not 3:35am
I should close my eyes and lay down my weary head.
I should go to sleep since it’s almost dawn,
so why the fuck am I up,
when it’s almost 4am?

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The Best Things In Life

The best things in life are impossible things made possible through the stories we read.
The best things in life are the improbable made probable through the movies we see.
The best things in life are the inconceivable made conceivable through the shows we see.
Impossible is impossible
Improbable is improbable
Inconceivable is inconceivable
As long as you can imagine.

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