Without

Without

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A friend asked me: 
What would you do 

if 
money was not a factor?

The question was not:

What would you do 

if

you had a lot of money?

The root of the idea was not:

A fantasy of wealth 

but rather

A fantasy of satisfaction

The idea was not:

To dream of extravagance

but rather

To dream of contentment

It made me realize:

The dreams might be the same for some

but for others

Wealth and Happiness only briefly connect

Some people believe:

Wealth is the end all to happiness

but for many

Wealth is only a means to wholeness

In considering, I realized:

While I desire wealth

it is not

for Anything but my own freedom

What I want most:

Peace, contentment, and the right to live

and not

The constant struggle to survive

If money was not a factor:

I would do many things I do now

without

the Damocles Sword above me

Man of a Thousand Worlds

There once was a man
From a thousand different worlds
Whose feet had felt the sand of a thousand beaches
And whose face was kissed by the sun

Now please don't forget
He was not the fastest man alive
For that was Usain Allen
Whose speed was bar none

Nor was he the strongest ever
Brian Kent held that privilege
Strong as an ox and powerful to boot
He could easily lift a ton

Now please don't claim
He was the smartest man known
That was Albert Strange
For so many galactic mysteries, he had undone

He was not the best pilot
Nor the best shot around
Oliver Yaegar held both those titles
And he'd shoot you just for fun

He was not the most devout
Of that I have no doubt
Lady Constantine certainly knew best
Afterall, she started as a nun

No, this man had traveled
And seen and explored
He knew he was not the best at anything
Not by a long run

And yet, so many turned to him
So many asked him questions
So many wanted to know
Just how he'd begun

He had given Usain his first shoes
And Brian his first weights
He'd talked for hours with Albert
And given Oliver his first gun

He'd wondered upon the universe
about how it fit into a plan
While it helped Lady Constantine settle down
He was never done

No, he wasn't the fastest or the strongest
The smartest or the best
But everyone knew his sparkling eyes
His old grey hairs and his love of a pun

He might be the wisest
Or so many said
But he simply didn't agree
Surely he'd find another one

If anything, he was the most traveled
The man from a thousand worlds
He had experienced so much
More than anyone

But in the end, he was only a man
A man with a love of the worlds
He didn't care for titles
For their beauty could stun

So let the strong be strong
And let the fast be fast
It didn't matter if he had a title
He was already someone

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(Hello Lovelies. I hope you enjoyed my terrible little poem. I intend to tweak it and play with it to make it a little more manageable, but I really liked the concept for this story. If and whenever I am satisfied with it, I'll probably commission my wife to help me make it into a children's book. I feel like pictures will make all the difference here. That said, I hope you have a wonderful day!)

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Repeating Myself - DBTC

Here I sit,
Laptop in hand,
Keys at tips,
My own tapping band.

Reading and writing,
Beating and rapping,
Creating and typing,
Clicking and tapping,

When I look back at old chapters
and realize with a start
I'm literally re-writing the last one
I've had a damn brain fart

Hours wasted
As I wipe the page clear
I'll have to try again tomorrow
And keep my old chapters a little more near

So sorry for a lack of a Smithy chap
I really meant to put one out
But it seems I'm repeating myself
I think I need to go and pout

Ghosts

In a far off place

In a tiny little town

There stands a house

On a street halfway down

 

It stands big and white

And two stories tall

It has rose bushes in front

With a little stone wall

I sit and I watch

This house that was once a home

Filled with another family

While I sit here alone

I'll never know this family

With faces that come and go

A little dog and a little car

And problems I'll never know

It's just the house that holds me

From my place of peace

It's the house that holds me

The memories never cease

It's a ghost that haunts me

A discarded shell of life forgotten

From a time when I young and happy

And my soul wasn't rotten

Those days are gone though

Lost to the wiles of time

My friends and family are gone now

Lost to disease and crime

So now I just sit here

Watching this house alone

Remembering faces and names long past

Watching the ghost that was once a home