For those seven of every one hundred humans among us,
those precious few who are hungry enough to speak less and do more,
to stop talking quite so much and listening twice as much with TWO ears,
the shortcuts of masters and millionaires
and champions and billionaires are about to change your life.
Welcome to the shortcuts capital of the world, where shortcuts were used to create 1,089 shortcuts websites.
Shortcuts are the way to go, shortcuts teach and guide and show.
All the things we need to know are wrapped in shortcuts' zooming thrall.
Everything goes faster with shortcuts to help, when done with rational abandon;
perhaps through this forum of shortcuts and more,
we can cure this national cancer.
Stuck on instant gratification, multiplying social stratification.
The have's and the have-nots, who use shortcuts and don't,
the shortcuts of those who will and won't.
Shortcuts here and shortcuts there, the idea is to have shortcuts everywhere.
That's one way to even the field,
when you show that you care, how others feel.
You see, the more you have by the sweat of your brow, the more we believe that YOU know how,
and the better you are treated, by everyone around,
increasing your giving, when you feel that you're NOW living,
and the philanthropy ripples on down.
So, with shortcuts in your left hand, shortcuts in your right hand,
go out and multiply what's already on your land.
The more you have, the more you might, remember those in a bind too tight.
Feed the hungry, especially the kids, for they cannot help the burdens of their plight.
You're given these shortcuts to use, NOT abuse, be careful with shortcuts, think when you choose.
Your directions in life, however broad, will meet the laws of Life,
should you honestly think you know more than Newton,
perhaps shortcuts only deliver more strife.
There's power in shortcuts, even now,
in the instant and moment of "WOW,"
when you choose to wake up and smell your own power,
and know that your obstacles shall not know your bow.
Use the right shortcuts, and use shortcuts rightly,
and never will the noose gather too tightly.
Shortcuts will serve as you serve them back,
you're promised to prosper, and never lack.
Shortcuts will pay you, please and release you,
shortcuts will unlock the best and worst within you.
Use the right shortcuts and use shortcuts rightly,
and you'll not need to worry about that which is unsightly.
You will understand in as little as a minute,
when you grab one great shortcut and find yourself IN it.
Get into your shortcuts and wrap them around you,
you'll find that great shortcuts prove all that is true.
You are the living extension of the Shapetalking Psychology.
All that you say and all that you do, tell us the history of you that is true.
Live your life with more pursuit of both adventure and development.
the Shapetalking Psychology sees "small" people in Forex.
MisterShortcut Adds To the Shapetalking Psychology Poetry Collection with a poem on Sheeple.
With sheeps there are light, with sheeps there are dark,
some are just black sheep, to the core of their spark.
For better or worse, in the plainest of words,
there's just two directions in every world.
We have inward and outward, and a blend thereof,
when we get it just right, it's something called love.
The good kind where you know you can go,
the place where they have to take you... because it's home
Some of us do and some of us don't,
some of us will, and some just won't...
... at the end of it all in the seasons of time,
when all that you've sought is still ripe on the vine;
some of us do and none of us won't
a few of us know, while most are not told.
When the answers come just a day too late,
it's not quite so easy to appreciate,
that each us grew to teach it anew,
as the parent so too the child also grew.
And so here we stand a divided nation,
wrapped in the thrall of corporatization.
If blood's thick as water, or more in support of,
the bonds of your birth and all that they're worth,
then each day must carry astride its fine dander
all that your egos demand that you pamper.
Spoil your child in belief of tomorrow
glazing past warts of monstrous sorrow.
We can only look inward or outward at once,
if you shall get it right, then eschew happenstance.
The key is not golden nor glistened to ash,
and yet more value's found underneath its mask
of must and mold through æons of time,
handed down one by one by folks of good tide.
Happier ever after is the moment and key
Carpe diem tomorrow, carpe memomentum right here.
This is the moment containing that key
emboldened with lifetimes of guarantee.
Look north and south, search in and and out.
Inward and outward are the only two,
choose with care, children of truth.
Your key is right there in the palm of your hand.
attributing greatness to all in the land
who turn the key outward and see at last,
that no one's alone behind that mask.
Everything human, and all that's divine
are what we see in your face this time.
