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The orange represents the whole
As I peel each piece of orange
I shed another layer of doubt
I shed another layer of fear
I rid myself of bad feelings
I expose the naked pulp
I get my hands wet with the juice
The messy insides of life
It feels good as it’s all peeled away
The fetters and restraints gone
Barriers to the final completion
That peeled away ironically easily
Sitting here, holding bare Orange
Naked life right in my hand
The hardest part is the first split
It’s messy and not simple to do
The juice flows down your fingertips
And trails down your arm
The feeling of living life is exciting
A new orange opened for the first time
Sometimes the orange is sweet
Sometimes you can tell it was frozen
Some pieces taste like a treat
And some taste truly rotten
Don’t do the orange is one way
Don’t get your hands real messy
Don’t expose to spoil the inner core
Let it wither as it was formed
Or expose the flesh to the light
Let it stand up and take it’s knocks
Whether it’s sweet is not the point
A stagnant orange withers and rots
Feel the freedom released by the peel
The exhilaration of getting to the fruit
Of tasting what the orange has to offer
Of getting into the juice, mess and all
As I peel each piece of orange
I shed another layer of doubt
I shed another layer of fear
I rid myself of bad feelings
I expose the naked pulp
I get my hands wet with the juice
The messy insides of life
It feels good as it’s all peeled away
The fetters and restraints gone
Barriers to the final completion
That peeled away ironically easily
Sitting here, holding bare Orange
Naked life right in my hand
The hardest part is the first split
It’s messy and not simple to do
The juice flows down your fingertips
And trails down your arm
The feeling of living life is exciting
A new orange opened for the first time
Sometimes the orange is sweet
Sometimes you can tell it was frozen
Some pieces taste like a treat
And some taste truly rotten
Don’t do the orange is one way
Don’t get your hands real messy
Don’t expose to spoil the inner core
Let it wither as it was formed
Or expose the flesh to the light
Let it stand up and take it’s knocks
Whether it’s sweet is not the point
A stagnant orange withers and rots
Feel the freedom released by the peel
The exhilaration of getting to the fruit
Of tasting what the orange has to offer
Of getting into the juice, mess and all
Once the orange is peeled
What do you do with it
Do you eat it real slow
Or swallow it down whole ?
Many caution “Eat it Slow”
Too much and you’ll get sick
Others say jump right in
And adjust to the flow
Each situation calls
For a different approach
Gobble all you can chew
Or take bites that are small
Either way the juice drips
One learns to watch for this
Because fast or slow, still,
When it hurts, the Heart Rips
What do you do with it
Do you eat it real slow
Or swallow it down whole ?
Many caution “Eat it Slow”
Too much and you’ll get sick
Others say jump right in
And adjust to the flow
Each situation calls
For a different approach
Gobble all you can chew
Or take bites that are small
Either way the juice drips
One learns to watch for this
Because fast or slow, still,
When it hurts, the Heart Rips
Here we go again Orange
Do I use my fingers or a knife
Do I let the juice drip down
Upon my suit or be clean and nice
I hold you in my hands
Feeling your buoyancy and bounce
Not knowing what lurks inside
Whether you’re sweet to eat
I take the plunge
I put my thumb in
I explore your inner depths
With hope for a good one
I feel the juice under my nail
Do I continue on to peel
Away the layers that hide
What we keep deep inside
I can feel it pushing at the rind
The peel can no longer hold back
The flowing juices once they are sent
Once sent forth out to the known
As I peel it apart
A wisp of vapor escapes
It scents the air with its presence
With the knowledge of itself
I discard the useless core
And separate the sections
They will meet again
Transformed into another form
Chewed up and swallowed
The faint sweetness is tasted
The season hasn’t begun yet
Yet still the sweetness starts
What’s left after the Orange is eaten
Many pieces of rind
The peels litter the table top
Symbols of what once was
It transcended its existence
And rose to another plain
The Orange served its purpose
The shell’s all that remains
Eat the juicy orange flesh
Throw out the useless peel
Discard that which served its time
And grow from what you revealed
Do I use my fingers or a knife
Do I let the juice drip down
Upon my suit or be clean and nice
I hold you in my hands
Feeling your buoyancy and bounce
Not knowing what lurks inside
Whether you’re sweet to eat
I take the plunge
I put my thumb in
I explore your inner depths
With hope for a good one
I feel the juice under my nail
Do I continue on to peel
Away the layers that hide
What we keep deep inside
I can feel it pushing at the rind
The peel can no longer hold back
The flowing juices once they are sent
Once sent forth out to the known
As I peel it apart
A wisp of vapor escapes
It scents the air with its presence
With the knowledge of itself
I discard the useless core
And separate the sections
They will meet again
Transformed into another form
Chewed up and swallowed
The faint sweetness is tasted
The season hasn’t begun yet
Yet still the sweetness starts
What’s left after the Orange is eaten
Many pieces of rind
The peels litter the table top
Symbols of what once was
It transcended its existence
And rose to another plain
The Orange served its purpose
The shell’s all that remains
Eat the juicy orange flesh
Throw out the useless peel
Discard that which served its time
And grow from what you revealed
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Sometimes when you peel an Orange
You have to learn which end to start
You can send the juice squirting out
By squeezing the wrong part
You have to learn which end to start
You can send the juice squirting out
By squeezing the wrong part
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Another Day, Another Orange
There is always another challenge
No matter how or when you peel the peel
The next day there will again be feelings to feel
There is always another challenge
No matter how or when you peel the peel
The next day there will again be feelings to feel
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Enough with the freakin' Orange
Wouldn’t you rather have a peach
Grapes and Plums taste good too
Now all is within your reach
Summer Summer Fruits
It wouldn’t be summer without them
There are many options in this life
Many Parts, fruit, flower and stem
Wouldn’t you rather have a peach
Grapes and Plums taste good too
Now all is within your reach
Summer Summer Fruits
It wouldn’t be summer without them
There are many options in this life
Many Parts, fruit, flower and stem
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| "The Orange Series" |
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| New Day, New Metaphor New Life, New things in Store Maybe the Orange Peel Isn’t just trash on the floor Orange Peels have no thorns They’re smooth and round in form Under the rose’s beauty lies The devil and his horns |
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