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"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses" -Abraham Lincoln
 Category:  Commentary and Philosophy Poetry
  Posted: July 15, 2020      Views: 28

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Badger_29 is first a professional musician, also enjoy writing. I have published my first book, and I'm working on the second.

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About gardening and the future
"My Mysterious Garden" by Badger_29

In my mist jeweled garden
 I am happy and blessed
 if you'll beg my pardon,
I must finish before I rest

There seems to be more work
 than hours in the day
my duties I mustn't shirk,
 I will seek and find a way

To assemble for a while
these never ending tasks
Then I'll pause and smile
when someone politely asks

"What is that you're tending to,
 it looks rather complicated-
Is there something I can do
to help before we're belated?"

So we toiled for a season,
then He slipped away
Just waiting for a reason
to leave without delay

He left behind a calling card
into a lady's slipper, it was placed
as I read, I found it hard
as the words seemed to erase

All these feelings I had inside
while we were together
I went behind the gate to hide
behind a waterfall of Heather

"While we were sweating", said the note,
"I couldn't help but detect-
 we were toiling", he painfully wrote,
"So my thoughts began to collect"

"You put so very much energy,
 trying to get things done
But alas, there didn't seem to be
to these tasks very much fun"

"So I had to leave you behind
to a different occupation
If you read between the lines
I'm sure you will see the relation

"Between what the word seem to say
and what they actually mean
for if I go, or if I stay
toward wisdom, we will lean"

If my garden riddle you find
ambiguously written
consider that it was designed
by one who has been smitten

With the complex contradiction
of loving, yet needing to be loved
You see there exists an addiction
that looks below rather than above

When I leave it behind
it catches up to me;
so I'll wrap it up, and bind
It to The giving tree

For I have given all I can
and then a little bit more
But Father has a better plan,
I have but to slip through that door

And once I make it through,
(shedding painful tears),
I'll see tomorrow imbued
with mankind's hopes and fears

 We all have gardens to tend
consider mine, then yours
Then after release, as you ascend
toward your own secret doors

You'll be rocked with the notion
that we were really the same
 The inexorable forward motion
we must fit into our game

As I considered the words,
I found that I felt the same
Some may think it absurd,
it isn't always fun and games

So I'll do some pruning here,
then plant a bit more there
To make my meaning clear
while the weather is fair

For there is a storm a-brewing
on the edge of reality
So in all that you are doing,
consider, that to truly see

You must look without your eyes,
and hear without your ears
If you want to be wise,
don't look to your peers

Some of them are pulling weeds
which is what others are planting
So, tend to your specific needs
or you could be ranting

And raving about a future
 that's totally out of whack
Much like a stitch, or suture
that's pulled so tight, black

And dark is such a plight
So keep your grip on real
because the unreal might
distract you with its appeal

Look rather to the source
 of everything which I have spoken
And plan a secure course
 accepting my tale as a token

Of My profound interest
in seeing you succeed
Go now and do your very best
as you tend to your weeds

Then you can finish reading
all that I have penned
Where is all this leading?
To the beginning of the end

Author Notes
By "The Giving Tree", I am referring to a literary work by Shel Silverstein.
Gardening has broken down the wall of block. I suppose if I analyze this then it would be a metaphor and have some deep meaning behind the words and concepts I chose.
I wrote this about 3 weeks ago, that my phone charger port broke and I wasn't able to retrieve it until I got a universal charger.


Brother Badger Cull

July 15th, 5:55 a.m.
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