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What Matters Most

There are several phrases around
and two, that stand out to me.
They're, "in your blood"...and in, "your genes".

Here's the deal on those two phrases.
They are meaningless, and without warrant.
For, they mean not, what people intend.

They are used left and right, and over and over,
to supposedly prove the present;
but; they cannot...for their script is from the past.

If it's in your blood to do something,
then they're speaking of your track record;
and your propensity to repeat the past.

If it's in your genes,
they're speaking only of one's ancestors
and if they should accept the credit or the blame.

I still wonder what's in my blood,
and how will I ever know for sure...
after all, there exists no blood-ometers or guages, and such.

Defining a person along these vague-like avenues
cannot weather a conversation
let alone, win a losing argument.

Sorrow begins to cover my existence like a shroud
hiding my face...but not my feelings;
because it hurts my heart to write that folks are that naive.

Sure, ones track record might come into play today
but thats like betting on the next roll of the dice
after being influenced by the previous roll.

The bottom line is, neither phrase deserves a wager
for neither is a sure bet;
and absolutely not worth the gamble.

If one is asked, what trait is worth a gamble,
than that trait has to involve both the present and the past
because those two items are what shape our futures.

No, I have to concede that those two empty phrases
are grosely overused...in this regard.
For, as I see it.....what matters most, is what's within your heart.
— docmaverick, Mar 16, 2009

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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orgami

17 years 2 months ago

caverns of rust

sometimes our integrity sinks our hull fails and we lean on the bottom rusting in the once great glory every rivet accounted for by some accountant keepers my blood? My genes? searched thses out once but met the grand master mother cant go around her and blood tests and shock treatments have not changed my DNA my bloods still red I changed whats in me therapy changed whats in me treatments and groups and counselling oh it may have been suggested by elders and young ones with knowing souls i fly alone sometimes so I know the hawk or am I the hawk we are everything and we are nothing such the paradox in our moments our straight ideals only what I know is damn good poetry and the great warm spring sun and the voices of the ones I love getting up for days new beginning Great poem and write thought provoking