When everyone is nodding “Yes,”
And your lone voice says, “No,”
Keep doing your own selfish best
And stronger pipe up, “No!”

When everyone is clumping south
And you are steering north,
There’s only one good thing to do,
And that’s keep going forth!

The crowd is just a feeling herd,
Un-proud, un-thinking, blind;
Must you keep true to logic’s word
Inside your reas’ning mind.

The single road may lonely be,
But loneliness that’s blessed
With sure conviction you are free
To live your level best.

And when your road meets up with one
As singular as yours,
You’ll both take off in happy run
With love-charges motors’ roars!

The city Satisfaction, whole,
Waits independent cars
Of engine-minds that have as goal
A place of self-made stars.

When everyone bends aged heads low
To see not facts and truth,
Lift up your eyes, existence know,
And keep alive sweet youth!

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A Memory Of Rose

We worked together, Rose, one year,
Inside our golden factory.
Quality Control was my job, dear,
While yours was making quality.

Fast and efficient, you, like flame,
Intent, with hands that flew,
Each thing you touched came out the same,
In perfect alignment true.

My job was a little boring, yes,
Except when I watched you play
With levers that did lift and press
Your competence home to stay.

A thing was done; you’d pause and smile;
Your metal pyramid shone!
I’d come and check, stand for a while,
Inside your working zone.

And then I’d turn and give a wink,
Say, “All’s perfect as can be.”
The way you’d almost nod, I think,
Means now even more to me.

The day they closed our factory—
No notice, just like that!
We’d barely time to say goodbye,
Then you were gone, like that!

My Rose, I still remember, dear,
Your hands that flew like light.
I loved you for your eyes so clear
And mounting metal—right!

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Crackle, Pop!

I’m singing, dancing, down the street,
Hey-ho! and a-Hey!
My tapping toes do echo sweet,
Hey-hey! and a-Ho!
Then up and up the hill I run
To leap into the morning sun
With Ho and Hey and Ho!
Around me swim the leaves of fall,
Sailing, waving, glad to call
Hey-ho! Ho-hey! Hey-ho!
Then down and down the hill I fly
With leaf-girl Leda in my eye,
Where she’s all cartwheels round and round,
All dressed in orange and pink and white,
Her golden hair in sunrays wound,
My firecracker flick’ring light!
Now Ho! and Hey! and Ho!

And the leaves around whiff
In their coloring fair,
As they’re coloring, coloring, coloring air!
Wings of red-yellow rust
Fly ahead and behind,
And a few clasp together, in free-fall combined!

Oh, happy songs have we to sing,
And happy arms to make one swing!
And happy fall is ours to wear
Where happy we are everywhere!
For every place that we walk-walk,
Or skip-skip-skip while we light talk,
And every spot we stop to sing,
Or hug tight-tight in hug-in ring,
And where for laughs we scatter leaves—
Yes! scatter, scatter, scatter leaves!—
Our happiness hops oh, so high
We crackle, pop! into the sky!
Or so it seems in happy love
As out we push with light-tongued shove,
“Hey-hey! and a-Ho!

All around in a whiff
Goes our happiness there,
As we’re happying, happying, happying fair!
In the light of day
We are color-full blind
To the rest of the world as we spin it behind!
Then Hey! Then Hey! Then Ho!

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More than gold and more than fame,
The mindful soul which here is whole,
All set to ride her venture’s horse
In straight-backed pride on learning’s course,
To leap each fence of challenge true
And round the bend to all that’s new!

Golden Future stands at gaze
To watch the reins pulled left and right,
As through the modern mystic maze
She keeps her way toward truth and light.
She’ll not grow faint, nor shy from bar,
But sail on clear to her own star!

With eyes intent to see things through
This rider Lana, she will do!

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The Next New City

Wherever men have gone seeking freedom they have carried with them the source of their own destruction—in five words: a place to worship freely. For that means a place to practice—preach, teach and regard as sacred, as necessary to human life—primacy of consciousness, superstition, wishful thinking. It is one thing to say that man, by his volitional nature, is always capable of choosing the irrational. It is quite another to say that an evil must be encouraged, brought along and given honorable consideration and treatment.

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Schools and Society

The main difference between socialist countries and semi-capitalist countries is this: in socialist countries the poor have no hope, no future, no opportunity and starvation is always just a day away, but no one complains about capitalism; in semi-capitalist countries the “poor” have cars, full fridges, TV’s, plenty of clothing, and they all complain about the injustice of capitalism. This will always be the case, as long as there are government schools and religious schools. The two great enemies of civilization are the schools of force and the schools of faith.

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Hail Columbus!

Columbus followed judgment—his,
And sailed the “flat” world ’round.
This life of ours was made by his
And we give thanks profound.

He dared the seas—the dare was his!
His courage led the way.
Let us send back a “Hail!” like his
On this Columbus day.

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