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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

For those of you afraid to speak

Speak

If you don’t talk
No one will listen
If you don’t scream
No one will care
If you want validation
If you want compassion
If you want open ears
Speak loud and clear
Don’t shut down
Don’t be crushed
Ignore opposition
Ignore definitions
Speak truth
Speak without fear
But speak
You have a voice
Use it

Getting older is not a bitch, getting older is the accumulation of dirt on the sandals of a young surfer.

Getting older

Who is this man in the mirror?
No recognition
Fine lines tell stories
Stories wanting to be ignored
Sagging cheeks speak true
Loose skin wins by a neck
Young imagination lies
False perceptions
Silvered reflections can’t be true
No recognition of past years
Years accumulate in small cracks
Skin stretches in the strangest places
Ass heading south
Never comes back from vacation
Laws of gravity never broken
Extra skin not useful
Except to catch the wind
Ring around the waist
Pocket full of haste
Regrets, no regrets
We all fall down