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Catalyzing Change

Good evening all! Or, considering my quasi-international audience, good whatever period of day at which you currently find yourself!

Do you recall the balls in the air I was stressed over yesterday? Great news! They all landed directly upon the ground. In Hawaii. Where lava then promptly rolled over them and cooled. I believe Yaks are currently nesting in the area and once per day a large troupe of dogs comes by just to urinate upon the scene. That is just how life goes sometimes. You do not necessarily need to make a large error or even any at all in order to muck things up. That said, without clarifying in any way, I am willing to take a small share of the blame for my own scenario. But seriously, that dog troupe? They’re just a bunch of assholes. (Due to some confusion I wish now to clarify that these hounds are in no way representative of any actual person, just NPC’s within my poorly constructed metaphor.)

I wrote this a few days ago while still considering options.

Anti-Static, May 5, 2018

Catalyzing change is often hard

Either as coins or a life in shards

To step off a cliff takes some courage

Some shout you on, others discourage

Ultimately choice is always yours

Install shag carpet or hardwood floors?

Give consideration its due course

Still, if you feel your hand’s being forced

Regret doesn’t often visit those

Who carefully thought before they chose.

One day perhaps I will learn to follow my own advice. As much as I like to consider myself a pragmatic and cold person I’m not at all. Most irksome. In reality, I wear my heart on my sleeve and then some. I hate it but it IS what makes me good at many of the things I do. Stupid double-edged everything!

That’s probably enough whining for me today.  I wish you all well! Everyone. I hold no grudges, ever. Terrible habit should I ever regain use of my soul.

-Alex Blaikie

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.

8 replies

  1. Sharing our thoughts out loud, or in a writer’s case – in print, can be treacherous. We wear the consqences sometmes as in any other form of media. I only just read your previous artical and poem (after this one) and not having been keeping track of all news reports so I can’t honestly link the two. However, stick to your thoughts and share as you feel you should. Love the poem though.

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  2. Be not bitter or despondent friend
    There’s life and love in words
    Be like the dogs that turn three times
    Then shrug
    And sleep and dream of the chase
    And bury their troubles for another day.

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  3. “The Inane Ramblings of a Fractured Mind” <== That's a wonderful line. And, from a certain POV, an apt description of almost every mind to ever attempt communication.

    But what would I know? I'm an otter whose writing has been described as, "The Ravings of a Madman."

    I like your poem too.

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