This Day

I wake up everyday hoping to seize the day
Barely an hour has passed before I have been seized instead
By daily mundanity, profound verbosity, boring familiarity
Ennui and Inertia make an intoxicating cocktail indeed

My dreams are still wet from the night before
My eyes are still dry from the days before
I think I will get down and write my epic manuscript today
Yet more garbage flows through these fingers than I care to admit

So let us be gentle on ourself the day has just begun
Lest our negative insecurity drown our optimistic talent
Even before it has taken it wings and tried
and lets spend one more day

In the pursuit of mediocrity that keeps us alive warm and happy
For genius extracts a tool it’s pound of flesh on those who seek it’s holy cup
Let us spend one more day on this lonesome rock under the stars
One more day to persuade and delay the inevitable

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Mediocre Anonymity

I am a mediocre writer with a first class mind
firstly classifying what mediocre inspiration my day will find
I love beauty and I like to think I have a little child’s wonder
But reality intrudes and interrupts a middle aged man’s belly with an old head that ponders

I love books but I have lately lost the patience to have them fully read
I love music but recently have been dreaming of songs in my empty bed
Trolling the online digital world with my mediocrity profound
Confounding and corrupting honest brilliance wherever it is found

Everyone is brilliant and they love to admit is so
I am probably mediocre and I have some statistics to show before
I guess what ever gives us comfort in our life this day
My careless mediocrity trying hard to remain anonymous this way

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Enter Paradox Here

at first we explore
then enticed we want more
what started with curiousity
ended with greed dominated pomposity

lust for more is deeply wired within
with old yarn to newly spin
we try and rationalize our greed
our deeply selfish elves

while somewhere in the ether lies a voice crying
what shall happen to us shall no one hear us until
the inflection point tips the balance
and we start the rhythmic trance

again and again
round and round
enter paradox here
to sound more profound

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