HeyJaredRadical Alchemy
Recovering corporate shapeshifter turned executive coach. My multitudes cannot be contained in a bio of any length. Follow / Subscribe for existential musings, poetry, personal essays, and anything else my multitudes mandate.
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Shake It Up (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedMy mind’s A hard drive Comprised fully Of icons It winds Mountainside Gullies rained out, But bright once At the end of each day It is me who betrays Humility’s ability To stay engaged In the mundane Moments unfrozen Then locked inside The snow globe Forever beholden To my hands To hold it The snow doesn’t fall Unless I shake it up Hello head, please meet wall Now they’re flecks, falling dust So yeah I captured it here
Levels (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI step into the store It scales high Fifty floors And I’m God The Creator The Visionary, Saboteur In my mind I assign My own meanings My judgements Mild crimes And the like There, I won’t lie Won’t deny That I play Jenga With your lives I order and rank you Decide who matters And frankly, I don’t care if there’s merit It gives me power So I can bear it It might sound Like I’m drowning In ego And crowning Myself
The Siren Song of the Corporate Job (opens the original)
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It has been 15 months since I had a job.15 months of reminding myself why I don’t want that life. Of dreaming big and feeling terrified. Of wondering whether I should just suck it up and get a job.Not because my business isn’t doing well – it is growing slowly and sustainably, the same way I advise entrepreneurs to approach their own endeavors. I see a path to long-term success and I’m not taking whichever road Robert Frost advises against (I’m still not clear on that, to be honest).And yet, it
Conditions (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWhat if I run out Of sunshine and limes Remove green And the yellow, then Fire up orange, red Vibes Or lay strewn in pools Of cool purples and blues Reflecting the moon And the paths Winding through And what colors I choose Depends on my moods But I’m rendered a fool Guess it works the other way, Too Chicken or egg Or sperm meets it instead And somehow it all led To the eyes that just read An abysmally whimsical Hymn, mildly
Conviction (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe other day I arraigned a claim That I arranged the rain But I was framed Pinned behind glass On a wall that you pass Without even a glance You take it for granted You are granted a chance To enjoy this sweet dance But every second Distraction beckons Nostalgia's breath Brings forth reckoning And I reckon There was no mention Of bad intentions Or mad inventions But which came first— Death? Or resurrection? My friends It de
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