by Emmit Other
Tis the season
To enjoy the joy of joy
To be a decent human being
Tis the time to let go of bitterness
And greed
And a lack of empathy
This is not the hour to enjoy the pain of others
But...
If someone decides to choke themselves with their own hands
And you cannot stop them
Then you can enjoy the hope
That they might stop doing that
Stop hitting themself
Stop slapping themself
Stop punching themselves in the face
Stop that
It looks like it is beginning to look a lot like christmas
But if you have blood streaming down your face
From self inflicted wounds
And for those of us
Not punchiklng others
Or ourselves in the face
Merry Christmas
Happy Haunika
Happy Happy Holidays
Merry Festivus
All Praise Lord Potato
Monday, December 24, 2018
Thursday, December 13, 2018
There Is No Equitable Exchange In the Human Spirit
by Emmit Other
Mankind should be our business
And Marley's Creed is the correct one
But chains are not an economic currency
Each of us drags our own weight of mistakes
We lessen this burden by letting go of the sins of others
We must accept
With clarity
That only by releasing our expectations of an even exchange
Does love and friendship begin to bloom
It is acceptable
In the economics of human kindness
To aquire a trade deficit
Just as it is acceptable not to accept theft
This then is the paradox
That in the network of human lives on human lives
There are Rods of Iron
And then there are Rods of Glass
If I assume Iron
And the Glass Shatters
It might just break
Or unleash the firestorm of darkness
From the human Naphta kept inside
A person who looked completely harmless.
In this year of darkness
I have lost many glass rods
And even a Rod of Iron
And I have made the equation
That sometimes even Glass Rods are worth keeping
If you treat them as such
Lowering your expectations
To near nothing.
Hope for the best
Hope that they will stop being scrooge
Hope that they will not be an average human
An average human of 100 IQ or less
An average human of a median EQ...or less.
An average human for whom honesty, honor or any other value is fungible
Depending on the situation
And how much value there is for them.
The world is richer
Because of those bright souls
Whose well of wealth in kindness give and give and give without limit
Sometimes these cornucopias of spirit are near in our orbit
Sometimes we long for them from afar
Not all of us can be this Ghost of Christmas Present
But we can do our best
And the more we give
The less is taken away from the whole
Accept the chain debtors for what they are
Vapid Oxygen Sucking Glass Rods
And know that there are many many many
Souls and Spirits worth knowing
Don't break the glass
But seek Iron
Better and Best of All
Seek Spirits of Silver and Gold
For there is Wealth in the Business of Mankind
And Kindness should be all our marks.
Mankind should be our business
And Marley's Creed is the correct one
But chains are not an economic currency
Each of us drags our own weight of mistakes
We lessen this burden by letting go of the sins of others
We must accept
With clarity
That only by releasing our expectations of an even exchange
Does love and friendship begin to bloom
It is acceptable
In the economics of human kindness
To aquire a trade deficit
Just as it is acceptable not to accept theft
This then is the paradox
That in the network of human lives on human lives
There are Rods of Iron
And then there are Rods of Glass
If I assume Iron
And the Glass Shatters
It might just break
Or unleash the firestorm of darkness
From the human Naphta kept inside
A person who looked completely harmless.
In this year of darkness
I have lost many glass rods
And even a Rod of Iron
And I have made the equation
That sometimes even Glass Rods are worth keeping
If you treat them as such
Lowering your expectations
To near nothing.
Hope for the best
Hope that they will stop being scrooge
Hope that they will not be an average human
An average human of 100 IQ or less
An average human of a median EQ...or less.
An average human for whom honesty, honor or any other value is fungible
Depending on the situation
And how much value there is for them.
The world is richer
Because of those bright souls
Whose well of wealth in kindness give and give and give without limit
Sometimes these cornucopias of spirit are near in our orbit
Sometimes we long for them from afar
Not all of us can be this Ghost of Christmas Present
But we can do our best
And the more we give
The less is taken away from the whole
Accept the chain debtors for what they are
Vapid Oxygen Sucking Glass Rods
And know that there are many many many
Souls and Spirits worth knowing
Don't break the glass
But seek Iron
Better and Best of All
Seek Spirits of Silver and Gold
For there is Wealth in the Business of Mankind
And Kindness should be all our marks.
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