The High Seas

       A bounty,
              Is what every pirate,
                   Works for,

  And they'll fight,
             Tooth,
                     And Nail,

    To keep it,
            Long after,
                      The pillage.

Honesty is the Best Policy

   If you don't,
       Take care of yourself,
                 How,
            Can you take care,
                                 Of others.

            Without being
                          Labeled,
                                    a fraud?

A New Direction

       Change is,
                   A slap on the wrist,
            In order,
                To motivate oneself
                       to reinvent,
                             The wheel.

Team Building

  Learning,
          In a team,
     has a different objective,

  While you
           yourself,
               might know,
                         The quickest,
                             Easiest answer,

      Other members,
                       Of the team,
               Might have conflicting paths,
                         

                  Just,  
                      Be patient,
                                Allow them a decent sized,
                            Leash,
                                   to grow,

           This will ensure,
                                You can bring them back,
                             When assistance,
                          Is Required

A Give or Take Society

    Depending on the day,

                             I could be,

              Giver or a Taker,

        But I must say,

                    Putting someone before yourself,

             Is much more rewarding,

                         Then simply,

         Satisfying a mundane,

                                 personal need,

     Givers,

          Are planners,

        

     These people,

                    look to the future,

             to satisfy needs,

                              of others,

         Takers,

               Live in the moment,

       Theses people,

                     Are short sighted,

               But motivated to fulfill,

                                        A singular goal,

     Today,

  As a bystander,

                   I've realized, 

             There is nothing,

                      more annoying,

  

              Then a unprepared taker,

Tornado

I repeatedly dream of tornadoes,
                                       Which I have come,
                          To expect as,
                                a dream trigger.

There is nothing more scenic,
  then driving up,
           an Appalachian road,
                    In the beginning of spring,
      To get a view,
                     Of the surrounding landscape.

             For the dead of winter,
                               Is slowly giving way,
                         To patches of green,
                                  On the valley floor,
              And the spring blossoms,
                                   have just begun.
           
             The sky is blue,
                             on this meandering road,
                       that hypnotically paralyzes the mind,
                                        with a sense of hope,
                                                          Of the future,

                           Higher and higher,
                                                  I drive,
                               As a brisk breeze,
                                               Picks up,
                                       And I soak in the beauty,

            But the roads summit,
                                           I jam the breaks,
                               And glance below,
                                                    For a storm system,
                                         was tucked away,
                                   in the opposing valley,
 
                           Swirling,

                      I can't see the tornado,
                                             But i know its there heading,
                                      This way,
                                           The breeze picks up,
                                   As trees start to fall,

                         Trapping myself in the car.

                        I get out and race down,
                                                The mountain side,
                                         Looking for a place to shelter,
                                                       And find a dell,

                      I reach the lowest point,
                                      Crouch down,
                                                grab my head,


                                     And realize I'm dreaming.
                 

NCAA

               The vast majority,
        Of student athletes,
                            Will never,
                  Play at a professional level,

   Yet these athletes,
                      During their prime,
          playing years,
                    
                     Are treated,
                                 As slaves,

         Sure,
             One can say,
                        They are paid,
                     Through,
            Education Oppertunity,
                          
    But the pure monopoly,
                            These all universites,
                     Opperate under,

          Puts all individuals,
                            who attend,
                     Under extreme,
                             Financial hardship.

             This lock box of knowledge,
                                  Our capitalist society
                           Operates under,
        Is rotten,
             To its core,
          
               And I find it,
                          Appalling,
                    That the sporting arm,
                        Of these universities,
                    Known as the NCAA,

        Profits off the backs,
                                Of Americas
                    sons and daughters.
                     

Glue

   The people we love,
                   Are Attached to us,
            Through emotional receptors,

                                    That last,

                  Until both ends,
                             of the connection
                       Have passed.

Dynansty

       Opportunity,
                   Aligns itself,
          With life goals,

      That when collected,
                          And banked,

         Correlate,
                    To the legacy,
                of ones life.

Roomates

  There is a key,
         To our hearts,
            That we all share,
        
    
         Where we relax
                            unwind,
                           and prepare,

  
    For that next step,
                    in our emotional,
              Evolution.

For All the Marbles

       Victory,
  Is a constantly evolving,
                           Methodical plan,
              Randomly sprinkled,
                      With drops of luck,

   It is ones overall goal,
                  That will be pursued,
                                          Endlessly,
                        Until completion.
                 
                                  

It's Not Mine

         Death,
     Is an imminent
               Bastard child,
                     Of the future.

Philadelphia Eagles

      Im a huge sports fan,
                  And with what Chip Kelly has done,
           To the Philadelphia Eagles,
                            Has left me befuddled...

    The way I have begun to piece this puzzle together, is by coming up with an explainable analogy to correlate my thought over free agency..  I believe Chip Kelly "the coach" is the 16 year old learning to drive, and for the past couple years he was driving an old beater car with his pops.  Filling out the log book for his driving hours, and meeting the requirements for the job....

     Now Chip and his family were responsible saving money from all those birthdays/holiday cards and chores around the house.  He just passed his driver test, got his license, and takes his money to buy a half way decent car.  This is where we shall introduce Chip Kelly "the general manager", which we'll have to fast forward this analogy 50 years into the future "self driving gps assisted car".

     The father is the radio host mike missanelli, and the thoughts that go through the fathers head are the general public that calls into his show. 

     I think with this analogy has every concern of Philly sports fans rolled into a soon to be realistic scenario society will have to debate.  Is it safe? Do you let your kid drive a self driving car in the first place if its his first time driving?   Whos responsible if there is an accident?    What insurance coverage do I need for a self driving car?

Don't Tell me How to Live My Live

        Eye popping,
   Realism,
          Comes through,
                      Our daily screens,
         At Crystal,
                       Clear,
                  Clarity,

     The interpretation,
                        Forever,


                           Is yours,
                                    alone..

Drinking the Kool Aid

Blind acceptance,
            to an unknown truth,
        Sets the stage,
                          for failure,


       This potent mixture,
               darkens the mind,

                            And

                 Is made drinkable,
                       With a dash of,
                   Sweet Expectations,

             The familiarity,
                        Becomes,
                               Ones downfall,
   
          As inaction,
                    becomes the action.



               The Lateness,
                                To identify,
                   A course correction,

                         Flashes,

                 As the poision,
                                   passes,

                    Through the lips,

                            Through the gums,
                             
                        Look out,
                                Stomach,

                      Here it comes.......








          


     

Flying By The Seat of Your Pants

    Line things up,
          Neatly,
             Against the wall,

        And,

       Methodically,
           plan,
               where each object,
        will be placed,

            But as time,
       Goes by,

                The plan
                          will gradually,
           Fade from memory,

    As new and old,
                     Become intertwined,

Try

    Life's path,
                Is ripe with overgrowth,
         called stagnation,

           These repetitive cycles,
     of smells,
             tastes,
                  touch,
                and feelings,

            Must be abandoned,
                             Or combined together,
                         Differently,
                      
            In order,
                     To find something new.

Action vs. Inaction

  Happiness,
         Does not form,
     Because one,
                 Has Faith,
  
          For Faith
              Like hope,
                   Is an inaction,

           Instead,

       One must have,
   Keen foresight,
            And corresponding will,
        To action,
              Though good deeds,

          Which will water,
     The seeds,
            For happiness
                         To grow.


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Board Games

Comradely is built,
               While playing games,
          On a table,
                 Decided by Dice                   
          And a carefully
                   planned strategy,

               Your friends,
                      Become,
                 Enemies,
            and temporary,
                      alliances,
                 ensure someone,
                      Will go home,

              Swearing,
                     into the night.

The "It'll Be Ok" Parade

 The band,        
       marches through,

                 Playing a,
                           catchy tune,

            As the cement,
                             Crumbles,
                                     Beneath their feet,

              The crowd reacts,
                                  While Waving there,
                                                American Flags,

                 As the surrounding houses,
                                          Slowly fall into,
                                a state of disrepair,

                    A Fire truck is next,
              Throwing candy to,
                                        the kids,

    As excuses
                are exchanged,
             putting their future,
                                    in danger,

             A float comes by,
                             waving at all,
                        they pass by,

          As areas
                are abandoned,
                              left to their own decay.

Vacation

    A well deserved break,
                    Is something everyone,
            Looks Forward to,
                           
           Its a way to,
                     Unplug,

                 While Revitalizing
                                            both,
                            Body and Mind,









Note: No update for Saturday (Vacation:-) )

                

Reset Button

         Peace,
      Its a state of mind,
                 where one is
                     Calm,
             Relaxed,
                   and Complacent.

            But this tranquil state,
                       unfortunately,
                    is not a permanent,

              Or I have yet to find,
                     how exactly to maintain it,
                
         I do however know,
             that ones mind is swayed by,
                  Internal and External,
                                          Forces,

         And the first part,
                     In finding peace,
                Is having control of,
                                Your internal self.

          Its the external forces,
                                 The unwanted surprise,
                                                  Attitude,
                                                         Rudeness,

               That one could,
                      disturbe your inner peace,
                                          Causing a need,
                                                  To Reset.

                              And
                                 start fresh.

              Just Imagine,
                      what the world would be like,
                                            If we always started,
                                       Fresh in every task,

                 That would be peaceful

           
                

A Mothers Alarm Clock

Mommie,

              Mommie,

        Are You there???


Mommie,


          Mommie,


   Mommie!!

    You come here right now!

      Mommie!

                Right now!

Mommie,

           Mommie,

             Are you coming?

    Mommie!

         Mommie!

              There you are,
                    

                        I love you.

Rebuilding Philadelphia

    Just because,
            Something works,
         Doesn't mean it can't be,
                             Improved upon,

                However with any device,
                                           there are limits,
                             to the existing architecture,

                        And these patch fixes,
                               will only get you so far,

                So I must ask,
                          Will you
                                  Start from scratch,
                                            And tear it all down,
                           To start an exhilarating, 
                                                 new chapter,

                         Or keep with the,
                                           status quo,
                                  since this overwhelming rebuild,
                                         is not a guarantee.                     

A Mountain Spring

It is wise,
         to follow,
   the path of least resistance,
                          In defeat.

                    However,
              in certain situations,
                             Its still ok,
                                       to fight,

             To prevent or delay,
                      tumbling down,
                                   A rocky cliff,
                             compared to,
                         A gradually declining,
                                   grassy slope.

PTSD

High stress situations,
            Like,
       The settling
                of a concrete foundation,

        Can slowly
                 crack the mind,
                             
If left unattended,

     Nature would
                have its way,

        As water
                 seeps in,

                   And
       Temperatures Fluctuate,
                     causing,
        The foundation to crumble.