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In The Garden Of Your Mind

Fred Rogers was a gardener of young minds

Planting seeds with greenthumbed assurance

Calmly waiting for nature to take its course

Never in a rush

Like we are mostly

Not wanting to plant seeds but buy hothoused plants

Already grown

Not wanting to learn lessons of experience

Or experience small attempts of repetitive failure

Since we’ve learned to value self-esteem above wisdom

Which isn’t very wise

Or even as smart as we think

But then again, how many of us take the time to think

Instead we short circuit nature through shortcuts

Too busy to observe reality

So we live in delusional fantasies

Where we think buying a floral bouquet makes us green

Or self-absolve our collective guilt through signing online petitions

All the while contributing to this excessive consumerism

This insanity that’s driving us to the edge

Which we don’t see because of that delusional mindset we bought into

So we don’t hit the brakes

When the lemmings up ahead cliffjump into annihilation

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

Prompted by this PBS Digital Studios remix of Fred Rogers:

 

 

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Separation Anxiety

I pat my pocket and discover emptiness

Anxious panic takes off like worried pigeons

When I realize I left my phone at home

With a wry smile I laugh at myself for this modern disorder

Separation anxiety for a missing smartphone

The pigeons return

When I revel in the brief freedom of disconnection

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

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Middle Class Slaves

Shut down faces in locked up cars

Grim visaged sufferers

Moving from one hell

To another

Tensely gripping wheels

Locked, loaded

Despairing

Staring ahead at lonely roads

Going nowhere

Stop and go traffic

Moving like a tide

Armies of the self-shackled

Working overtime

Willing slaves salved by soporific

Entertainment

Dumbed down slumber inducing excuses for not thinking

So bring on the next

Distraction

The next sleight of hand trick

To fall for

As long as it maintains the stasis of inaction

 

 

David Trudel  © 2012

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