Fat

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What to eat, what to drink, manage the calories, shirk the fat, what to think. You don’t eat what you want to, you don’t like what you ought to. No larger problem than cheating on years’ diet, other than an inch of fat that won’t remain quiet. What’s life if you can’t have ice cream, and have chocolates outside of a dream? Fill yourself, life’s too short not to enjoy. The feeble and strong bodies all equally die.

Human

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Your heart is what makes you human
Your brain tells you what’s right what’s wrong
Kindness lives in each man and woman
It is what makes character strong

Just learn to do to another
What you would he does to you
Baser instinct often smothers
Finer feelings within you

I cannot work out exactly
What is black and what is white
If an action does no damage
For me that action is right.

You are capable of so much light
In love, in life, in hope, in song
Your heart is what makes you human
Your brain tells you right from wrong

The Anchor

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I have always searched for roots.
Being adrift in space
Is never what I wanted.
I wanted a quaint place

I could call home; my solace
Where I could be just me,
With hot chocolate and books
And love for company.

I have sought for strong anchors
To stop my wayward drift;
Something heavy that no storm
Could possibly lift.

I found them in what I read,
In what I loved and knew,
In what I wrote and learned,
In what I danced and drew.

I became an anchor then;
Roots was what I became;
I dug into the sea bed,
Made a tree of my name.

If you choose to see this,
As being stuck for all time,
I must set you to sea,
Your fruit was never mine.

Perhaps out in the ocean,
Drifting in colder air,
I dare say, you’ll find your peace,
Devoid of me and care.

Perhaps out in the free air,
Like pollen with no aim,
You will just be –
No flower must you tame.

I stay here anchored fast,
Rooted to my haloed ground,
I shall read and drink and love,
No complaint shall resound,

From cold ocean and warm earth,
I look upward to sky:
I am here. Here I live,
Here I love. Here I die.