Make friends with reality. 

Deal effectively with reality — eat.

Reality is free; you also pay for it. 

Reality has a bad reputation; it deserves it. 

Realities remain in doubt — until they sprout. 

Reality knows no fasteners; it abides not screws. 

Reality — it’s billions of eyes wondering, and blinking. 

Perception batters reality; interpretation massacres it. 

Reality is the disease you first come into contact with through your family. 

The happiest reality lives in a year of jubilee. 

Dance carefree; do this in the face of reality. 

We are all offered a free degree, a Phd in reality.

Police harsh realities using kindness.  

Marriage is catchy, then it’s fetchy. 

Troll what’s droll; hook what’s serious. 

Befool the cruel; entrap the tool.

Contend for need; take out greed. 

Catch friends; release enemies. 

You can catch small, gentle things with patience — and sugar. 

We catch a cold; we’re caught by old.  

Those who fetch make the catch.

Pounce on happiness; secure it with gratitude. 

Hook a date; book a mate. 

To start, finish.

To finish, start.

Finish — or anguish. 

Finishing is a skill learned from starting. 

Finished is a form of acceptance. 

Finish first; start second. 

In the beginning is the finishing. 

Finishing foolishness is foolishness. 

The highest form of finishing lies in reflecting. 

Finished is relief, and regret. 

Finished —  excellence diminished.

Finished is an opinion — until your dead. 

A jiffy is iffy.

The rat race sets the pace. 

Steady-slow is good mojo.  

Flash or stash. 

Pace brags then sags.  

No time at all is still time.

We may pause, but everything else keeps moving. 

Live for the tick; plan for the tock. 

We split seconds, hack hours, demolish decades.

Orators galore, answers-a-snore.

We demand answers; we crave silence.

A query need be wary.

The answer you can count on is the one reality offers. 

Youth loves a question; age prefers reflection.

A question, a session; an answer, a dancer. 

Our question’s reflections, our own predilections. 

Silence — it is the most sinister of all possible answers.

The young look for answers they can live with; the old need the questions they can die with.  

Look within yourself for the important questions; leave it to others to provide the silly answers.

We all immigrate, through age and weight. 

We all emigrate, from different versions of ourselves. 

We migrate through time suspended within infinity.

All of us are eventually immigrants, traveling on foot from former lands of youth and immaturity. 

Refugees flee violence, shrouded in silence. 

Immigration has situations; nations have reputations, but compassion knows only the category human.

We naturally protect unaccompanied children, until they arrive at a foreign border. 

A hardened border, a hardened heart.

Asylum, asylum needs a very safe island. 

We ever migrate toward those we know; we run across borders toward those we love. 

What’s thought a lot is caught not wrought. 

Thoughts can be sought — or bought. 

Thoughts rot, loves not. 

Thoughts like bots come in crazy lots. 

Thoughts fill slots; intuitions fill the spaces around them. 

 Ideate, activate, narrate and celebrate. 

Vacuity, perspicuity, our masterly fatuity. 

Reflection’s predilection is perfection; reality prefers dings, chips and cracks. 

The best possible worlds germinate within rationality and sprout within orderliness.  

Orderly, order be, our tidy mental forgery. 

Do business; ask for forgiveness. 

A good business, time and stillness. 

An army needs armor; a business needs a partner. 

We calculate risk; it calculates us. 

Business is a mess of finesse — and  stress. 

Your business is our business. 

What’s good for business is not good for all of us. 

Contract reapers; beware grim keepers. 

To do business requires a signature; to maintain business requires a finisher. 

Do business, include hilariousness. 

Bright schemes prosper dreams.

Older can moulder — or smolder. 

Throw matches — in dry piles of ideas. 

We live within enjambmency with all its length and lambency. 

Heat discussions, ignite ideas, conflagrate plans.  

Youth’s fire blusters and blows; old’s ember flickers and glows. 

Stingy is dingy; magnanimous is glamorous. 

Eat flares, swallow blazes, spit infernos. 

Sun’s glow, we grow. 

Glow, gleam, glitter —  titter. 

Contingents galore forevermore. 

If this, then amiss; if that, then to the mat! 

First things worst. 

Buy, high; sell — all’s well.

Conditional stressful; dependent enmeshful.

Contingent — it’s a type of unhingement.

Contingencies, bi-engencies, intimate infringencies.

Gender infringements gather contingents. 

Every hour is a contingency; every day is a prerequisite.

I in you, and you in me, we are a contingency. 

A premise needs a chemist; a conclusion need a physicist.  

A drop in the bucket is a universe to a tongue.

Just a drop is still some slop.

Let go of what has already dropped.

Drop the fop; chuck the cluck.  

Gloom droops; cheer holds. 

Drop, mop and boppity-bop. 

“Doo-wop” and drop what’s not your lot.

End it with one chop;  pop, lop and drop.

A tear drop, a flood of emotion.

If you drop dead then pop back. 

Getting to race is an honor; getting dropped is a privilege. 

Virtue is out of fashion, as it always has been.

Virtue is inwardly or nothingly.

The most virtuous don’t try.

Let virtue besmirch you, but let love totally trash you. 

Virtue and vice in everything nice.

Virtue that is tractable wins more than social capital.

Punctuality is not a virtue; the virtue is in texting ahead.

Virtue will search you, but love will give you a police escort home.

The pursuit of happiness may obliterate virtue, but misery has the power to fashion a total moral fiend. 

 It is the nature of our species to traffic in virtual virtues while blithely ignoring horrific injustices.   

Virtue is its own punishment, and reward. 

Virtue — it’s vague as a word, dangerous as a principle, vicious when attacked and salutary acted out.

Anyone who says they mistrust virtue is deceived; virtue is exactly what we trust the most. 

Virtue does not always appear to adhere to — itself. 

Knowledge is power, but electricity is absolute domination.  

Electric up; it’s a digital sup. 

Whirr, glide, whiz, ping — electric is the bim, bam, bing.

Electricity runs the world — when ice and snow don’t. 

Glances electric; lovers selectric. 

Gas or electric, it’s trashioseptic. 

Dialectic is electric. 

The more electric the rocker the more their death is a shocker. 

Electricity runs the economy; anthropocentricity runs the mind.  

Upon the electrification of civilization, the soul spoke, “Yet, let there be night.”

Nosey is supposey.

After you have been gored, avoid the spared; they’ll trample you with their concern.  

Care is a job; concern is a sob. 

Concern can be learned, but love — that’s only live birthed. 

Attentiveness heals, as does being left alone.

Concern isn’t love, but love includes concern.

Uplifters thrive — on the downtrodden.

Dutiful; immutable.

There’s little gain and no return in being an object of concern.   

Concern is a cynic, running around in a panic. 

Concern best runs in two opposite directions, at the same time.

Need is enough, for a bluff. 

Concede need; never concede greed.

Need is an asset, privation a reset. 

From exigency stems sufficiency. 

Meet need with deed.

To ignore need is to feed greed.

Seed need; harvest an abundance. 

Paucity is an opportunity. 

Need, creed, lead, cede.  

Excess — it’s in need of a recess. 

Feed need; starve greed. 

Love always outlasts scarcity. 

Square off the moon; reverse death; stop rot. 

Rot is expensive, when it’s expansive. 

Got rot; got a marketable plot. 

Live on the surface; invest in coatings.

Rust is a breech of trust; but rot, it’s a breech of life. 

Longevity, hard sought, and yet — rot. 

Rot is caught, but soul death, that’s wrought. 

Rejection rots the mind; abandonment completely annihilates it. 

Passions hot still may rot. 

The lot that falls to addiction is rotten. 

Liberty lies inwardly — mostly.

Tyranny wags; liberty brags, but responsibility bags the goods. 

Even in captivity the soul retains a liberty. 

Every liberty has a limit. 

Liberty, beware of liberty.

Liberty needs a check; that check needs a balance.

Ego needs a body guard; liberty needs an army. 

Give me liberty — or just toss me another shibboleth. 

Give me liberty, mixed with charity. 

Liberty’s fame; tyranny’s bane. 

Stupidity is enhanced by money — and liberty. 

Do time; it will do you.

Do away with doing nothing.

Do-did; done-won. 

“Will do!” isn’t done.

Do, do is a gagged view. 

Every “I do” embraces an “I won’t.” 

To is a sock; do is a shoe. 

Do not do rot.

We tend to do what we eschew.

Don’t not.

When kicked to the curb tromp to the next intersection. 

Prospects may lurk at the curb, but the real money hangs out in the classroom. 

Don’t curb enthusiasm; curb apathy, restrain sloth.

Curbs may appeal, but freedoms — they enthrall.

“Not just yet” — it’s a bet.

Curb blame; ban shame. 

Curb desire; chain greed.

Curbs appeal to those with no boundaries.

Curbs disturb earth; fences unsettle the universe. 

The deal’s at the curb, the house in the burb; two kids and a fence, mobility dance. 

Leverage debt; add net.

Good debt; good bet.

Debt talks trash; payments talk stash.

Debt packs a sizable yet.

Extractive — it’s radioactive. 

Hate repays nothing.

In debt bets — and frets.

We borrow sympathy; we owe charity.

We are ever indebted to everyone who sustains us. 

Idle money finds work in debt’s house. 

We may repay our bio-debt by stewarding the birds —  and the bees.  

Justice does not require what cannot be paid.