Mini Table Of Contents For the Pathway of One Shortcut
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To stand alone, to wait without
stillness stirred within,
hoping, groping, coping,
imagination's flight of fancy.
Interstitial errors weaving paradigms of wonder;
the quilt will shape up as it will
both blessed and yet-unfunded.
Who stands up to know the pattern,
reading out, weeding out,
recalling doubt, deceptive pout,
add up to helpmate versus slattern.
Gather it with sun-drenched laughter,
hours are like seconds after.
You think you see it living, and you're sure you know the score,
yet your yesterdays burn far beyond the place where yet there's more.
Calling in the markers, boys, there's plenty yet to see,
empty out your pockets once you've sold your dignity.
All who thought they knew the deal,
demonstrate all that's false and real.
So as we take our turn this day,
as the flavored light shines down your way,
remember whence you spun your Wheel.
And, know it still within, even when it's just a pittance,
pining for the ample air of freedom,
sample each with knowledge, for life is more your college,
shining for the trampled dare of leaving.
To stand alone to wait without, the comfort and the knowledge,
knowing what it was all about, trembling in the absence of doubt,
here you fell, let no one tell, pay the bill, stay out of hell.
Heaven's where you find it, in the same place that you looked,
it's the rhythmic education not yet found within our books.
You really have no more excuses for not embracing the Pathway of One Shortcut.
If you develop YOUR OWN perception of the Pathway of One Shortcut, good!
The idea is to snap out of the circle of mediocrity you are mired in.
Look on the internet and you can find thousands of real experts.
Sure, you find some flim-flam artists and other phonies. Good!
It's good because it reminds you to get it from many sources.
Whatever great information you need, many are providing it.
Please stop making excuses. Today is the day to get busy.
Let the Pathway of One Shortcut guide you along the way.
Your actions speak more, and louder, too;
fulfill the promise we once thought of you.
Commit to the drama Life bought for you.
Gird your loins, gather your skirts,
there's work to do, it must not be shirked.
the silence calls out, the people are hungry,
the train's at the station, waiting for lumber.
The oil and the gas have gone by the wayside,
Life's not meant to be a free hayride. Workers unite!
Pick up your tools, there's work to be done,
the day has arrived where it touches each one.
To each their own task, beneath public mask,
with all that you've got, all a nation can ask.
Impregnably not, disdainfully hot, each of you has your place.
The goal is no less than freedom defined, please help save the human race.
Where money once ran down the hill as it should,
it now flows straight up by the will of but few.
Stand up and shout out your voice for us all,
let your name be recorded in Freedom Hall,
as a child who stood up for Mom and Dad,
or a parent who cared that their kids have been had.
Don't let this day pass in silence again,
as you've watch them get rich again and again.
They care not if you, or your children shall live,
to themselves goes the wealth to whom they give.
It's the bling and chah-ching that ring their bliss,
charity's coffers hardly lost in their midst
Now the sun and the trees do their job in the places
where gas and oil trailed their bloodiest traces
Your duty, your knowledge, your power,
create strength, the ultimate tower;
that which outlasts
the most boorish of souls,
like the arrogant Nazi,
that tourist in Rome.
This is your time,
This is your turn.
Choose to live life, or you're certain to burn.
MisterShortcut