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It’s official – I’m an alien! Though I appreciate all of the love my earthly family has shown me over the years, it’s become apparent that I was most likely pulled from the wreckage of some wayward space craft. I clearly remember being teased in grade school about my unusually large head, and the prominent ears probably should have tipped me off too. I used to think that I was a pretty average guy, but now I see that I’m not of this world. I’ve tried to adapt to my surroundings, but increasingly this atmosphere is becoming toxic to my system. It’s obvious that this planet has very different ideas about what is acceptable, entertaining, inspiring, virtuous, funny, heroic, liberating, and fulfilling. While I understand that calling anything “wrong” gets you labeled as a “hater”, it all seems counterintuitive anymore. I realize that I will one day return to the world from which I came, and until then, I’ll try to be a good ambassador. After all, there may be some people down here who want to see that world too. I’ll do my best with whatever time I have left: but if I’m honest, I can’t wait to go home.

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There are a lot of philosophies out there about the best way to raise children, but I’ve noticed that the fruit of many of them isn’t particularly worthwhile.  In that vein, I offer the following bit of satire. 

 

 

Homegrown

I tried to give them all the things I never had

And now they feel entitled to everything they want

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Anytime they were hungry, we’d run through the drive thru

And now they can’t seem to endure anything that’s not fast and easy

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Whenever we went to the store, I’d get them a little something

And now they struggle with spending money that they don’t have

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When they played sports, I made sure that everyone got the same trophy

And now they expect the same pay as the people who actually show up to work

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I taught them that every person gets to decide what they accept as “the truth”

And now the only thing they seem to believe in is themselves

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Every time they had a bad coach or teammate, I pulled them off the team

And now they refuse to work for or with anyone they don’t like

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Anytime they struggled in a class, I’d storm the doors of the principal’s office

And now they blame everyone else for their problems

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I taught them that freedom was their unalienable right

And now they feel like nobody can say anything when they’re wrong

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I made sure that they didn’t have to work like I did

And now they’re not willing to work like they need to

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I did everything for them

And now I’m raising their kids

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I gave them every advantage

And I can’t understand how they turned out this way

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I wonder what’s going to happen if I ever need their help

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I can profess that You are the way

Yet believe that there are many ways

 

I can profess that You are the truth

Yet believe that every man defines truth for himself

 

I can say that I am created in Your image

Yet also believe that I evolved from an ape

 

I can think of the Bible as Your word

Yet disregard the parts that no longer seem applicable

 

I can consider myself Your friend

Yet maintain my close friendship with the world

 

I can claim that You died for me

Yet never die to myself

 

I can think of you as my Savior

Yet never bow to You as my Lord

 

I can wear Your cross on a chain around my neck

Yet remain unwilling to take up a cross of my own

 

After all

God is love

This is a new millennium

and

I am a Post Modern Christian

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Want you to know that I don’t blame you

You just wanted “the best” for me

You sacrificed so much to make me a winner

You deserved better

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If I just could’ve stood a little straighter

If my hair wasn’t so stringy

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All those cute little outfits

To you, sexy just meant playful

But playful meant something different to them

Anything you serve like an hors d’oeurve is bound to be devoured

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If only I had been a better singer

If I just had fuller lips

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I tried to smile for the camera

It’s what happened when the camera was off that made it hard

Thank God for makeup

The bruises & scars never showed

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Maybe if I had been smarter

If I wasn’t so clumsy

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You always said there was a price to pay

And I’ve tried hard to “live the dream”

Guess I must not have wanted it bad enough

You deserved better

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If only I had been taller

If I wasn’t so flat-chested

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Always in the court, but never the Queen

At nineteen, it’s already too late for me

The “1st Alternate” to the winner is still just a loser

Who could want me now?

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If only I could have lost more weight

If my eyes weren’t so close together

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I’m sorry for letting you down

For leaving the stage before the show is really over

I’m sorry about all of this blood on the floor

But as it weeps from my wrists, I feel strangely free

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If only I could have been a daughter you could be proud of

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Subliminal

 

It’s all very subtle isn’t it?

It seems more civilized that way

None of that messy confrontation

No harsh words

Nothing in writing

Everything between the lines

Like chasing a shadow

It makes them wonder if they’re losing their minds

 

It’s a little snare here & there

It’s a consideration withheld

Or maybe just a tone of voice

It’s the smallest thing you can get under their skin

It’s pretending not to know

And a willingness to use what you do know

 

It’s mental chess

And you get to be the pawn

It’s the most effective way to fight

It’s corrosion instead of attack

War is so much more destructive when it doesn’t make a sound

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We don’t really believe in good guys or bad guys anymore

For us there are only winners and losers

 

We rely on coffee & energy drinks to make it through the day

Yet we can’t sleep at night without a sedative

 

We pride ourselves on being tolerant

Yet we can’t stand being around anyone who disagrees with us

 

We struggle with how to keep up with the mortgage

Yet we can’t fathom life without a big screened TV

 

We refuse to let anyone tell us how to live

Yet we are unwilling to accept responsibility for our condition

 

Our hearts go out to starving children who are half a world away

Yet we struggle to notice the kids suffering from neglect on our own street

 

We don’t really buy into the idea of right and wrong

Yet we cry out against what we consider to be injustice

 

We worry about the effect of toxins on the environment

Yet we pump poison into our bodies without regard

 

We ridicule what previous generations have held sacred

Yet we’re depressed by the meaningless of our existence

 

We keep our cars detailed and our lawns manicured

But we struggle to find time to nurture our children

 

We’ve become oddly naive in our view of current events

Yet we’re too cynical to be optimistic about the future

 

We’ve given ourselves over to every sensual pleasure

Yet we’ve reduced love to little more than a reaction to boredom & bodily functions

 

We’ve squandered our inheritance at the buffet table

Yet we find ourselves terminally unsatisfied

 

We all still believe in the red, white and blue

But we can’t seem to agree on what it stands for anymore

 

And in the end

What no power in this world could inflict upon us,

we have brought upon ourselves

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Hollow Mansion

Too many times the price of “having it all”, is everything that really matters.

My eyes flick open to the dim light of the pre-dawn morning

and my head throbs with the dull ache of the night before

There is a beautiful woman lying beside me

but I find myself straining to remember her name

When she wakes, I’ll have to pretend that last night meant something to me

but for now, I couldn’t be more alone

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As I stare at the ornate ceiling of this massive room

I can see all the cracks along its edges

 They not only speak of the sandy soil on which this estate was forged

they testify to the weak foundation of this new life that I have built

While everyone else’s eyes are naturally drawn to the beautiful gold trim

all I can see is the fractured façade

 While they all seem to notice the extravagant furnishings in each room

I find myself focusing on the vast empty space created by every high ceiling

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These thoughts take me back to the water stained ceiling of my childhood bedroom

and I find myself wondering whatever became of that little boy

I also remember lying awake in a little trailer, many years ago

wondering how I was going to support my young bride & our new baby

Back then, paying the bills was my greatest struggle

but now that those bills are more than covered, I’m struggling with the price that was paid

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I’d trade everything I’ve gained to erase the hurt and confusion in my children’s faces

as I pulled our family apart on the way to making my own dreams come true

I’d give it all back for the woman who loved me

when I had nothing to offer other than a desire to share her life

I’d gladly forfeit the drafty halls of this hollow mansion

for the warmth of the place that I used to call home

I’ve finally figured out that its better to have one person who loves you for who you really are

than to have ten thousand who love the person they imagine you to be

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Unfortunately, by the time I came to understand this, it was too late

As the raging waters of my desire had already swept away any moorings for a bridge back

So as the first rays of the sun begin to creep across the windows

I swallow a couple of painkillers to prepare for the day that lies ahead

And as the beautiful stranger lying next to me stirs from her sleep

I push my face into a smile and utter, “Good morning darling”

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