Category Archives: Personal

Keep Going

They say when you’re going through hell,
Keep going.

But when you’re in heaven,
Keep going too.

Because while now is forever,
Your time is not.

And I promise you the divine
Is just around the bend.

Almost, But Not, Symmetrical (6)

The point of life is to die a good death;
For the time we spend dead
Dwarfs the time we spend alive
And a good death is sung of for ages.

The best odds for dying a good death
Is to live a good life,
So that in the final moments
Those alive sing of your life for ages.

That measure is taken at the last breath
Which brings hope to the vilest of villains:
A bad life can be eclipsed with
A single act of momentous selflessness.

That measure is taken at the last breath
Which brings fear to the purest of puritans:
A good life can be eclipsed with
A single act of petty selfishness.

Almost, But Not, Symmetrical (5)

Infinite sets can be of different sizes.

The set of integers in the universe continues ad infinitum.
The set of real numbers in the universe continues ad infinitum.

Yet reals are more infinite
For reals are manifold between integers
If you know how to look.

The set of ugliness in the universe continues ad infinitum.
The set of beauty in the universe continues ad infinitum.

Yet beauty is more infinite
For beauty is manifold between ugliness
If you know how to look.

Concrete Maladies

Our concrete maladies, edifices of misery, rise from foundations of trauma.
Our masonic rituals pile rock upon rock through habit learned of our fathers.
Some cry, “tear it down,” as though absence of sorrow is what we seek.
Others landscape parks amid towers, flowers amid caves, and weave beauty.

I wish nothing more than to apprentice in the dirt.

Poems For Her #1

We are not destined to be together.
We are not lovers foretold in song.

No word of gods proclaim our union,
Nor offer golden chariots to parade
Our perfect marriage across the heavens.

No promise of music ordains our kisses,
Nor telegraphs cameras zooming to capture
Our ideal love for iconic posters.

There is no guarantee this all works out;
No security proffered by future time.

All that is on offer is the prospect of work;
Of my commitment to bear the yoke,
Of your steady hand to guide the share,
As we till the ground with backbreaking labor
To plant love amongst the dirt of our lives
Until the day we die when they will say…

That we were destined to be together;
That our love will be sung of forever;

That the gods blessed our union
And placed our souls upon a shooting star
To celebrate for eternity;

That frenzied maestros, with our kisses as muse,
Composed ballads and movies
To bring hope to the world.

That of course it all worked out.
For no love was ever more certain than ours.

Give & Take

Take the good when it comes.
Take the bad when it comes.
Take it easy,
But take it.

Don’t give as good as you get —
Give the good that you get;
Take the bad that you get
And breathe as you let go.

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Thought #30

Sometimes I fight the sunshine of hope
Forgetting that having planted seeds of love
Watered with trickles of affection
(And occasionally weeded of poisons)
I need but wait for light and time
To bear fruit that feeds the world.

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Five Year Plan

Comrades,

Upon the glorious completion of our last five-year-plan, I am proud to represent that our selfless serving of the people has led to a flowering of industry and population and charity and love and serenity and harmony and strength and pride and perfection, as we have grabbed the mantle of our destiny to become the premier brotherhood of the world.

Is it not self-evident that none of this would have occurred with the bold vision of our last five-year-plan!

And so I urge us to continue our brave leadership and vote to ratify the presented new five-year-plan, that just as surely will lead to a reflowering of industry and population and charity and love and serenity and harmony and strength and pride and perfection, as we maintain and further our mantle as the premier brotherhood of the world, through increasing our production of wheat from three hundred million bushels per annum to three hundred thirty four million bushels per annum.

Yours,

Your Chairman

Ode To The Average Man

No wants to be an average man.
Instead we desire to avoid pain. But
A life without struggle is a partial life,
A grotesque half-man,
A walking corpse that does not know it.

No wants to be an average man.
We conspicuously covet above-average, while
We covertly lament the below,
Missing the entire time
The glorious wholeness of the mean.

No one wants to be an average man.
Which is strange,
For we yearn for the unattainable and
Average is so unattainable.
No man has an average amount of

Love, and pain, and joy, and grief, and
Flowers, and cockroaches, and lullabies and screams, and
Accolades, and roastings, and pillories, and parades, and
Children, and pets, and honey-soaked dates, and barren harvests, and
Sunsets, and sunrises, and rain-soaked meanderings and sun-drenched naps.

So here’s to the average man,
An ideal no one idolizes,
A perfection unattained,
The mountaintop we all climb
But can never summit.

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The Average Man – Nickolay Lamm