THE GOOD LIFE

THE TEXT

THE GOOD

LIFE

Between my life as I conceive it and

the life I have

well, I have

                      serious problems

Bullshit events in my life happen,

but I am never going

back to my past.

Official male attitudes aside,

the world of complaints can carry on without my help.

My

                       Life is the good life.

How does

         yours compare?

A Valentine Collage Poem

The text.

Bear with me now.

It turns out time adds perspective.

You might be in for a real wake-up call,

but it's not better to sieze a moment

and act quickly.

Relationships are built

into the pauses.

Discord happens &

love hurts, but don't panic.

Pay attention to love's transformative powers.

"That's a little dramatic, don't you think?"

                                                "Wrong!" I said.

Every day matters.

It is a real-world test.

Recommit to your relationship.

Even the most mundane

things get better.

Does pain toughen you up?

The text

I hear trauma is supposed to be

good for you.

                                     It isn't

It is amazing what

chronic

pain, stiffness, and being tired will

do to the way we

experience life.

When you get to the

brink...keep going

because it's been well

documented:

that the possibilities

are ...endless.    There's plenty

of upside, but none of the down.

Be Superficial

The text

You are too

hard on yourself.

                                         You've got an advanced

              case of

the worries.

Be superficial.

It feels naughty,

but it's not.

Cash, Greenbacks, Money, Moola

The text of the poem

"Did you have money?" I said

"Not enough,” she said.

"I don't even know what it is I'm chasing."

What happens if you have all your

eggs in one basket? What happens if

we keep getting

abducted by circumstance

& crimes of exploitation?

Look, don't believe in the deep human

need for dreams that inspire us

even in the face of tragedy.

Instinctively -- even if they're not consciously aware of it--

we salute the basic human urge to get

out of debt

                                                                 we really want to

"I've been telling myself it's going to get better,"

he thought.

Get the relief that you've been

waiting for with cash! Green-

                                                     backs!

                                                       Money!

Moolah cures depression.

The Shit List

The text of the poem

I happen to be absolutely certain

the shit list

can't possibly be true.

Life is an open

door to all

that is possible.

I often student the joys and regrets of the ancient people,

the bazaar

twisted journey

the great ideas of earthbound miscreants,

the turmoil and instability

that's going on.

This is scary stuff, but

there's nothing going on here

that anyone should die for.

I don't know why,

but I have a feeling

that suddenly all is

right with the world.



Tomorrow is too late

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TOMORROW IS TOO LATE

Why do you keep mumbling all

       those questions?
she whisperes.


I think it is to search for the perfect
                                               solution
     he says,
                  to listen,
and understand,
to improve the quality of life.


Right away I thought, "This is
too easy!"


                  He's not good
                 at explaining
                        things.
Don't take it personally.


     "The knowlege
      might be  in my
      brain,"
            he said, "But it's
      trapped there."


    Stop living in the future.
                Go
              search.
   Tomorrow is too late.