Who's Afraid of Shortcuts ?

Shortcuts are the way to go shortcuts pave the gilt-edged road
shortcuts here and shortcuts there, shortcuts literally everywhere.
Whatever the road you take in life, shortcuts will lessen your stress and strife.
They ease the road closed to Tom Joad, for shortcuts reveal the ways of true gold.
The ways of those who came first, our elders and betters, rarely those of great letters.
These are the people who paved the way, creating shortcuts with each mistake, each day.
masters and millionaires, champions and billionaires, they know the best, do they not?
Each will yield secrets, behind subtle hand, each sharing shortcuts that serve it up hot.
A thousand and more, five times over again, those who do best, can teach all the rest.
Shortcuts for this, shortcuts for that, you'll find shortcuts work for everything that,
you think or smell or pull out of your hat. Shortcuts will work for you this day,
because shortcuts work in every last way. Go ahead. Name your action;
there is a shortcut used by masters, millionaires, and true champions.

Who exactly are you to deny, refute, argue, with the best of the best?
Masters and millionaires, champions and billionaires all use shortcuts.
yOU use shortcuts by the dozen and do not recognize them as shortcuts.
Have you ever paid for food that was cooked by someone else?
you are surrounded by shortcuts to success you can use.
The Shapetalking Psychology is a reminder of shortcuts.

Self-Empowering Shortcuts and Realizations

Self-empowering realizations,
celebrating in one moment,
Self-empowering infantasizations,
walls surround us as if it's hopeful.
Break the walls that hold you back,
and build them halls that hold your back.
Each of them will repay nicely, in the fickle winds of time,
self-empowering catalysts, they were there, within the rhime.
Peel it back and polish it, with PowerGems and perspiration,
the shell within a shell is where we find that inspiration.
Dedicate it all the same, within a newfound sense of game,
it comes back again and yet again,
in pride or hopeless shame.

With greater character than an aging wine,
all for naught when locked in mine.
self-empowering for that climb:
The answers within
still always reside.

Love, MisterShortcut

How Many Answers To The Same Questions?

For all that we think and know we believe,
a woman can bring such sweet surcease.
.
Piqueing at blunder, peeking at wonders
clear direction delicately certain
Ever beguiling without hardly trying
Never beguiled by blandishments mild.

Perplexed teachers reaching, preaching of knowledge,
knowing that few parents care;
the date and the time and place say it all,
for your name is yet inscribed upon the ultimate wall.

What you do speaks so loudly that no one can care
what you force us to hear; what you need to share.
What you do tells us, no need to remind us,
grinding a binding of how you might charm us.
Your actions can match the clash of your words,
where developing worlds get cursed for the worst.

The only thing written in the sands of time,
that climb higher than vanity's flightless harm,
is the still-growing knowing that the sun will rise,
that champions and leaders still rise and shine.
All that you say and all that you do,
too often are cancelled by neutral mistruths,

All that you wish enough to prove
are all we might want or can say of you.
All that you've done and all that you do,
will ripple or cripple long past your truths.

So nip at your stipple of bridling pride;
Make sure that your smile is timely and wide.
Set aside for the ride, or amidst, astride
blown by the winds of fortune and chance,
subject to the whims of those who wear pants.
or make it your life to ride into time.

For all that you've paid just to get to the door,
this is the day you draw to the fore.

Salt of the earth you may yet prove to be,
showing a glowing of coping and hoping.
Let the stars sparkle brighter, in colorful bursts,
opportunity offering so many new firsts.

Climb into time and take your place
into history's call for your pretty face.
You've got the voice of power to dare,
technology's power cannot make you care more.

Toying and ploying don't do the trick,
dollars and ballots are stronger than brick
Supplanting, digressing, choosing and losing
all of those moments are tools you're not using.
potency latent in the heat of your core.

You know what's wrong and you claim to be strong,
Heaven is moved when you decide on more.
Passion is power, invevitably more.
emotion your most potent key to the door.