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Open Sesame

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Fly with me. Come open my mind.

Send me a sign. Open these eyes

that stay blind. Be my guide. Show

me the world on your magic carpet

ride. I’ve been closed off for years.

This road is under construction.

I’m paving a new way. It’s time

to switch gears toward production.

All you had to say was open sesame;

now, I’m better. You got the best of me

You got the best me. You set me free.

You’ve opened my mind. All you had

to say was open sesame. Then, BAM!

I broke free. With you, my door is

open. Walk through anytime. Come

around. I’ll never leave you behind.

Built to Destroy

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Some are built to destroy,
to employ their evil onto
others. The good balances
out the bad. The happy
balances out the sad,
yet some are still mad.
Some are built to destroy
what others have built.
Some help fix problems
that others love to create.
The love balances out
the hate. There is death,
decay, and destruction
surrounding us. At any
moment, we can become
a part of the rubble, even
if we weren’t looking for
for the trouble. Bruised,
battered, and broken, I
look to salvage all that
I can before I kick the can.
I look to those built to
destroy and shake my head.
All that can be said is
“Don’t ruin a chance for
others to make their bed.”

Ruins

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Many years ago, there were cities, statues, cathedrals, pyramids,
and buildings made of bamboo, sand, clay, plaster, cobblestone,
blood, sweat, and tears. Lives were lost at the cost of these
creations. Not one worker knew the magnitude nor the attitude
that followed their construction. Even after their destruction,
they stood the test of time. Time has passed, yet the history lasts.
The Great Pyramid of Giza, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,
the Statue of Zeus, the Colossus of Rhodes, the Lighthouse
of Alexandria, the Temple of Artemis, and the Mausoleum
of Halicarnassus tell us a story: a tragic story of life and death
and how they finally met. Now, what we have has been ruined
to no one’s fault. What is left is a gift from those before us.
We must appreciate old ruins before they all turn to dust.

Another Story

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I’ve been building. Each day,
I’m climbing higher and higher
up life’s unpredictable tower.
Another day – another ladder.
The stories that I hear seem
to eliminate all of my fear.
In this life, I grow each night
and to my own surprise,
I build until sunrise – first light.
To see stories beneath me
means that I’m almost free.
I don’t look down or go back.
Each day, I continue building,
but that’s just another story.
I’ll continue to grow and build
until my dream is fulfilled.

Under Construction

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During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
I pick up the speed I need
to discover what I seek.
I travel several miles
to find what makes me smile.
At times, I lose all control
of the car that drives my soul.
I find ways to drive straight
into a storm of uncertain fate.
Throughout my ride, I pass signs
that reminds me of travel times.
I know this road can be rough;
I know that I must be tough.
At times, I open windows
to teach others what I know.
Anyone can tell you that
the journey gives what you lack.
This road of dysfunction
is under construction.
Although its destruction,
I still manage to function.
I have all the time and drive
to keep dying dreams alive.