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What wages true peace?
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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“Money isn’t dirty, just people.” – Kim Novak. “The Pushover”
What if you could not tell where safety lies
Down Cincinnati streets after a rain,
Its stinking pigs, a madness in disguise,
As darkness pools into a satin stain.
What if your trust were suddenly betrayed,
By women, work, and God gone down the drain,
No roof over your head, a live grenade
Now scrounging for a meal from the insane.
What if the comfort that you always thought
Would ease your final days was false, and good
A bill of sales that proved how you were bought
And sold before you even knew you would
Be tossed into a common grave along
This city where you no longer belong.
[Disposable Sonnet August 3, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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