Can I tell the story of my day?
I’m going to tell it anyway
It started out the same
Which means that things
were going okay
With room for potential chaos
And as usual, we have to make ends meet
And as usual, we make our way
But I fell for a second
When I couldn’t see the outcome
I wasn’t stopping
I stayed up
Assured myself
No doubt
Just be more CALM
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As I tell my story of this and every day
I wonder if you will follow
as I make my way
My thoughts may seem too slow
But I would never know
Unless you said out loud to me
“Hey, let’s get on with the F’n show”
And as I speed up fast
My meaning you should grasp
If you hold on tight to this insight
Clearly you may pass
This is simple math
We are all in the same class
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We fight for what’s right
But it depends on the light
That shines through our own looking glass
Whatever we see
In our right to be free
Depends on the questions we ask
If we remain silent
When our world is violent
We won’t find the keys that we need to
reach peace
Telling a story
May seem boring
But might truly combat
the blind hate and greed
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So I wake up to the morning
Greet the day with a hot coffee
After dreams
My mind is as black as night
or a full-size photocopy
Sunrise gleams and finds me with its light
Her optimism’s caught me
I get showered, shaved and ready
Put on the T-shirt my kids bought me
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Wearing jeans usually
or shorts in the summer
Comfort clothes when I can
Still not quite an ordinary strummer
Normally check our emails on my laptop
And do projects on my phone
A blast of words can change a lot
I am grateful to have a home
Pit stick, brush teeth
Put active treads on
My sole has stones like no one knows
A quick bite and then I’m gone
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Down the walkway
Thorny bushes glowing warm
As sun trickles down the stems
The morning is brightened
My senses heightened
As I stop to admire
Life’s next round of gems
I pronounce my love
For all life from above
And get in my dated SUV
I will always be free
With my love and me
No matter the road
or sharp-turning system
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Many years driving
Leaving and arriving
Experience that would shatter an image
Now it becomes clear
We can wipe off the smear
I take more care in my mileage
Than those thinking they’re styling
That tailgate and lear
In my rear view mirror
And for decades that matter I care more
In my daily pilgrimage
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Now when I get to work
They don’t think I’m a jerk
For sharing my destinations and travels
Despite a few quirks
Like unpredictable smirks
To my loving heart this fascination unravels
I support youth and fight for the truth
For kids extra-challenged and disabled
Arm chair judges should eliminate their unfair gavels
And big money should come to the table
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People need help
While money is
Sitting idle
Banking for generations that may never exist
Many people suffer
Adults and kids
Despite all
The resources locked away
While our lives are dismissed
Think about the wealth
And the best use for it
How can they deny wellness
When the money would not be missed?
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Organize money into wellness machines
Teams that work together
Who know what “best health” means
Each one of us working towards
More functioning and less suffering
More pleasure and peace
Where our bills of health are clean
And clearcut deprivation of resources doesn’t come between
I work to do my part and try to make the scene
*
People we help
Find increased health
Functioning in their own life better
For anyone we reach out to
Aim to increase their wealth of good feelings
Help everyone be their own go-getter
In our minds we can boost our own mood
Find ways to extend that to others
If we are kind we can choose to share food
If we are smart we help them discover
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Coming home from work
Traffic is bad
Many folks seem to have no patience
Sometimes I’m included
But I’ve concluded
That ridiculous gas stations
And unfair tax dissipation
In rooted for riches
Confused and paranoid
Greedily over-protecting
Wealthy, devoid
Of care
And understanding of means
For actual wellness creation
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Home without question
Should absolutely be
Where the heart is
Everyone needs to have one
It’s absolutely key
Where the day starts and ends
Where there’s safety
And there with care
Surely health builds
Work cannot progress without passion
And that’s truly free
But it must be harnessed
Before we can grab on
To who in fact we truly are
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Our experience of health is a certain identity
It is what we make it
Sometimes it’s all we can ever be
Every person exists in their environment
Time and space
Prime time and place is
How our life is spent
We are all one of a kind
Trying to keep pace
Every mind and face
In my opinion heaven-sent
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As I arrive at home
With this poem
I hope you know
Just what I’ve meant
My better half knows
And it shows
But what about the government?
We are fine for a while
Then we’re up against
All of it again
Some folks are way deep down
And may not be found
And what the F is going on for them?
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MacroMichael 