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Marathon

When I’m feeling vile,
when my temper starts to fray,
I think about your smile
at the end of a long day.

Things may look rough today,
and it may take a while,
but I know they’ll be OK.

I will reconcile
all the troubles in our way –
I’ll go the extra mile
at the end of a long day.

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Goliath

Puffed up and proud,
shit-talking as he swaggers,
but the lion’s little more than loud,
impotent in his anger.

And now the strutting stud
fixes his eyes on a filly,
but his performance was a dud
and he ends up looking silly.

Furious at his defeating,
the lion prepares to fight,
but Bambi gives his ass a beating
and knocks out his lights.

And tomorrow the predator of the town
will wake up looking like a clown.

Language study: you vs we

As this year comes to a close, and an election year looms, I’m expecting life and social media to get pretty heated.  And as I listen to the opinions from The Right and The Left, I hear a common thread in the conversation:  they’re always talking about someone else.  The Right talks about The Left, and The Left about The Right.  The chatter on social media reflects that as well.  They’re always telling someone, “You need to change.”

And I think “you” is an interesting concept.  It implies that the problem is entirely external.  It implies that we ourselves are excluded from responsibility for whatever issue.  And in my not-very-humble opinion…

We aren’t excluded.  We are very responsible.

Let’s take politics as an example.  Heck, let’s get specific and take Donald Trump as our example.  Now regardless of which side of the fence you’re on, it’s becoming increasingly clear that Trump will have to be taken seriously as a presidential candidate.  If that’s your cup of tea, you’re probably riding Cloud 9 right now.  But if you view that unfavorably, you’re likely asking questions like, “How did things get like this?”

And that’s simple to answer – they got like this because we let them.

Regardless of our opinion of him, Trump is not a dark horse candidate.  He didn’t appear out of nowhere – he’s been a media figure for years due to his show “The Apprentice” (which has 15 seasons).  And if you think that being a celebrity doesn’t mean you can win a political campaign, then you weren’t paying attention to when Jesse Ventura and Arnold Schwarzenegger were elected as governors and Ronald Reagan became president.

Trump is a businessman-celebrity who’s spent the past 15 years or more cementing himself as a Brand in American culture.  It’s no wonder that his campaign is doing well right now.  Regardless of the politically incorrect statements he makes, he seems incapable of derailing his campaign.  It all seems like he’s just being more of The Donald.  And the chatter I hear from opponents of Trump is something along the lines of “You (Trump-followers) need to pull your heads out of your asses.”

But it’s not their fault he’s become the political powerhouse he currently is.  It’s our fault – all of our’s.

The poet Shane Koyczan has text in his poem “Shoulders” that I feel articulates the point of all this so perfectly that I dare not try to paraphrase:

We are facing crisis.

We dismiss the truth not because we can’t accept it, but because having to commit ourselves to change is a scary prospect for anybody.

The most alarming part of the statement ’we are facing crisis’

Isn’t the word ’crisis’,

It’s the word ’we’.

Because those two letters take the responsibility away from one and rest it squarely on the shoulders of everybody.

The situation with Donald Trump – or any situation – is not one of the exclusive “you”.  “You”, the others, are not the ones that need to change.  “We” do.  We are the ones who need to change.

We sometimes talk about this world as though we’re not a part of it – as though our actions and decisions have no bearing or influence.  Today I’m telling you:  they do.  They will.  Today I’m calling people out on this:  you, me, us – everyone.

Don’t use the exclusive “you”.  It feels powerful, but it’s not.  It’s fearful and frantic.  It’s peacocking and scapegoating.  It’s doing everything it can to deceive us into thinking that the sources – and therefore the solution – to our problems are others.

Instead, use the inclusive “we”.  This is where the real power lies, because by accepting that we have responsibility for our place and situation, we also acknowledge that we are capable of bringing ourselves here.  And by asserting that, we also have to acknowledge that we have the power to change things – to make them better, if we so desire.

Trump got to where he is because we spent 15 years watching his show on TV.  We spent 15 years supporting him through various means – though both action and inaction.  If he is a monster, he’s one we have made.

But that means it’s within our power to change things.  Even if he becomes one of the final candidates, we can vote for another.  We can protest.  We can rally.  We can call him out on his shit, and let others know.  But we cannot sit back and ignore him and hope he goes away.  It wouldn’t work if this were a romantic relationship, and it won’t work in a political relationship.  We need to stand up and do something about this situation, and we do have the power to make positive changes in ourselves and the world.

We can do the same thing with global warming and climate change.  We can do the same thing with racism, with sexism, with classism, and elitism.  We can do the same with any and every problem we are facing as a people and as a species.

We can do this.  And I want you to repeat that, not just for emphasis and effect, but as a reminder.

We can do this.  We can do this.

One more

One more,
please just give me one more…

One more day,
one more night,
one more tomorrow
to call a yesterday.

One more Christmas,
one more New Years Eve,
one more glass of champagne
to toast to auld lang syne.

One more company lay off,
one more awkward interview,
picking myself up one more time –
once more into the fray.

One more frustrating first date,
one more one night stand,
falling in love just one more time
before one more breakup.

One more night alone,
last call at one more bar,
one more drink to chase my sorrows,
one more kind stranger to walk me home.

One more day with depression,
one more day without,
one more day clinging tight
to my one and only life.

One more

“One more.  One more, and then I’ll stop.”

James had been promising himself that for the past two hours, and he kept picking up more work.  He didn’t have a choice really – there was just so much that needed to be done.  But this time – this time – he really would take a break.  He would.

He was so sick of this project.  He’d gotten into this industry to be an innovator, to shake things up and make a different.  In the end though, he felt like he was turning into one more robot on the assembly line working his nine-to-five.  Not that those were his hours, by any stretch.  Even the least of his coworkers probably added ten hours a week to that kind of schedule.  He added more.

And they’d done great things, he couldn’t deny that.  He knew what they did made a difference, but at the same time…it didn’t feel like he was making a difference.  James felt like a zombie – he gave his 110%, and the caught what sleep he could before shambling back to work the next day.  He did what he could to keep himself going, but coffee and caffeine could only do so much.

He was tired.  More than that, he was probably burned out.  How embarrassing…

No!  He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off his doldrums.  No, he was not going to turn into one of those people who whined about working too much, or too hard.  No!  He could do this.  He was going to do this!

The door opened, and James’ boss Sean walked in with a two-inch stack of papers under his arm.

“James!  How are you doing?  I can’t believe you’re still at it.”

“I’m doing well Sean.  I’m almost finished.  What do you have there with you?”

“Some more revisions.  The bosses want us to fit them into Friday’s release.”  Sean handed the stack to James.

“Sean, it’s…” James stopped and checked his watch.  “It’s 1:32am Wednesday morning.  I don’t think we can fit these into the release at the end of the week.  Wasn’t there a blackout period on revisions that went into effect two weeks ago?”

“Yes, but these are just some last-minute, emergency changes.”

“Sean, we’re barely going to make the release date as is.  How in the world are we supposed to fit in more ’emergency changes’ into it?”

“We’ll have to figure that out.  Consider it a testament to their faith in us and our ability to follow-through.”  Sean smiled.

“Sean…we can’t.  I’m sorry, but we just can’t.”

“Nonsense.  We’ve delivered on tighter schedules in the past.  And you’re our best and brightest – I have absolute faith you’ll be able to produce another miracle with this project.”

James leafed through the stack that Sean had delivered.  These weren’t last-minute, emergency changes – several of them would require that they rework sections of the project that had already been completed.  A couple of them even invalidated the work he’d done tonight.

“Sean…” James began.

“Now, now,” Sean tsked.  “You’d best get to work.  I’ll see you in the morning James,” Sean said, moving towards the door.

That was it.  That was IT.  He’d had enough.  James stood up.

“Sean, I’m need to take a break.”

Sean turned around, “What do you mean?  You need to get to work man!  They’ll be time and time a-plenty for breaks after the Friday release.”

“Sean, I’m taking a break,” James said moving out from behind his desk.

“James, you can’t.  We just got a new stack of updates.  We need everyone to give it their all if we’re going to make the release date.”

James looked at Sean.  He’d been with the company for five years, and worked under Sean for two of them.  They were friends – they’d even gone out for drinks on occasion.  He liked Sean.

He walked past Sean and stopped in the doorway.  Slow and deliberately, he unclipped his security badge from his collar and put in on the shelf next to the door.  Turning around one last time, James said, “Sean, I’m taking a break.”

And then he left.  It was the best damn decision he ever made.

Song made whole

You put the spring in my step,
and ever since the day we met,
I haven’t had even one regret.

You put the rhythm in my song.
You make me feel like I belong,
and that feeling keeps me strong.

Because I have lived a lonesome dream,
with friends who were not as they seemed,
whose love left me whistling at the seams.

But as I stood locked in a rage,
you thundered out on my life’s stage,
and helped my heart turn a new page.

Now you stand here by my side,
and I no longer want to hide.
I throw the gates of my heart wide,
and welcome you, my love, inside.