It’s a Scientific Fact!

Apr 06

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If I were to tell you,
Your life will fall short,
Of the dreams that you have,
In this happy report.
 
Would you listen intently,
To the science I share,
Would you try heed my message,
And act like you care?
 
If I were to tell you,
You will die prematurely,
If you frown on my words,
And don’t start this early.
 
Would you hear what I say,
Would you write these things down,
Or would you blow off,
All the proof that I’ve found?
 
If I were to tell you,
That a smile on your face,
Will make you live longer,
Than most in your race.
 
Would you let go of anger,
Would you start loving more,
Would you trust in the science
Or would you ignore?
 
If I were to tell you,
This scientific fact,
Would you start to forgive,
Would you quit looking back?
 
Well, I’m telling you clearly,
From my research review,
You’ll live longer while happy,
So what will you do?
 

The science is in. It’s a fact that choosing to be happy is always an option. That doesn’t mean it’s easy to change your less-than-optimistic ways but it is possible. Debates continue over whether it’s 30 percent or 50 percent of your genetic makeup that determines your happiness. Either way, you’ve got a lot of influence as to whether you choose to be happy. So, I know what I choose. How about you?

Image: Thomas Edison, Courtesy of Wikipedia.

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I’m a Con Man

Dec 19

I’m a con man, a gangster,
I will sell you this pill.
I will fool you and bribe you,grim reaper
And tempt you – I will.
 
I’m a surgeon, so invasive,
I will slice my way in.
I get deep in your wallet,
And under your skin.
 
I’m a lover and a hairdo,
And a car you must have,
And I tug on your heart strings,
‘Till you want me so bad.
 
I’m a restaurant, your new shoes,
But I’m not who you think,
I am slippery and smooth,
Like a happy hour drink.
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I’m your ego, half a minute,
I’m a very good liar,
I’m the ad on your TV,
And I’m spreading desire.  

 

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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Leave us Texters Alone!

Aug 17

Oh you over-controlling governmental type,
IMG_7111Paranoid of my driving or riding my bike,
I eat in my car – play the radio too,
Don’t tell me what else I can or can’t do.
 
I drink if I want – I talk on my phone,
I can text if I’m careful – just leave me alone,
If I text while I drive – I don’t care what you said,
Cause the chances are good – that I’ll simply be dead!

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

I got the idea for that little ditty after watching Werner Herzog’s video on CNN about texting and driving. The above is actually a comment I left on the site after seeing a bunch of idiots defend texting and driving. If you really don’t think texting and driving is dangerous, watch this…

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This Pain Inside of Me

Mar 17

What is this pain inside of me,
Why do you so persist?
I’ve tried to numb your presence,
I’ve tried to not resist.

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What is the pain inside of me,
What is it that you want?
I’ve listened to this heart of mine,
Yet still you cling and haunt.
 
What is this pain inside of me,
What say you with your voice?
I hear your painful remedy,
Which in – I find my choice.
 
A choice to stop and listen,
A choice to hear your cry,
A choice to learn a lesson,
A choice to let you die.
 
I do believe I’ve listened well,
I do believe we’re through,
I thank you for the lessons, pain,
And now bid you adieu!

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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This Poem Belongs to No One

Mar 17

This poem belongs to no one,
From air so thin it’s plucked,pencil-with-Dahl-name
It started in a moment,
I really thought it sucked.
 
Hiding in its dormancy,
At which I think you’ll gasp,
It renders near reality,
It’s now within your grasp.
 
This poem belongs to no one,
From trademarks it is free,
It’s not a legal entity,
It’s simply part of me.
 
It never will be printed,
For books or films it’s not,
These words don’t have a chance in well…
They haven’t got a shot.
 
This poem belongs to no one,
From minds so weird like mine,
It’s likely to stay hidden,
And I think that’s just fine.

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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Nothingness is Waiting

Mar 17

Nothingness is waiting,
There is no storage vault,
For the things you must do,
Your clock’s running out.
 
The nothingness from which you came,
Is all that does remain,
It hides inside your future,
And messes with your brain.nothingness-gal  
 
Nothingness is waiting,
So patiently it’s true,
Procrastination lingers,
In deeper parts of you.
 
The nothingness you’re feeling,
Cannot be stowed away,
It makes itself apparent,In smiles you fake today.
 
Nothingness is waiting,
This is the frosty truth,
That nothingness you’re seeking,
Is eating up your youth.

 

Copyright 2013 Steve Dahl

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