Accomodate Yourself
You are here to do what?
Accomodate me?
In the doing of what?
Doing my best to promote 'your' dreams.
The ones you say are prioritized,
But you procrastinate to do other things?
You're here to accomodate,
My ideas to sell your skills.
The ones you hesitate in soliciting yourself.
But believe I should 'kill' myself in the doing?
You are here to accomodate me?
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If It Is Love
A love unrestricted,
If it is love as one says it is...
Does not await to accomodate.
If there as it is.
To give unconditionally,
Like none other to a lover loved.
If it is love as one says it is...given.
Love seeking time to accomodate,
Another kept waiting to appreciate it...
Is not love at all.
But a version of it expected to be accepted.
Whenever it is there to give.
With a sharing done that is effective.
If it is love as one says it is. If it is.
And without it being announced,
As an obligation to pronounce it...
To be a love devoted.
When a love that is given and detected,
And understood by a heart freed...
Of all doubt and suspicion.
If it is love as one says it is? It is.
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You See In Them What They Don't
You have exhausted your wits.
That is what you say about it.
To promote, market and sell...
The artistry of others.
Who complain of having no time,
Themselves...
To acknowledge the importance.
But...
More than enough time is taken,
When they discuss what they should be paid...
After you have sweated every effort,
To do your best to see them at theirs.
And the only concerns they have...
Is the money you have collected.
And when and how long it takes,
Before they get their share!
It should be clear who has what prioritized.
This suggestion,
I am only going to give once.
Learn a lesson.
Stay away from them.
Especially the ones to you who have come to say...
'We are only here to accomodate you and 'your' efforts.
You should not expect us to feel the way you do.'
This suggestion,
I am only going to give once.
Learn a lesson.
Stay away from them.
It is obvious you see in them what they don't.
Leave them alone.
With the taking of your efforts away.
And apply them to yourself.
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It's very little trouble for me to accomodate my fans, unless I'm actually taking a pee at the time.
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Number One Through Five
Making adjustments in one's life,
To accomodate the needs for another...
Who bothers not to call or show,
To let the adjustment maker know...
Things have changed.
And time was not there,
To permit one to become aware of it!
Needs only to happen just once!
To allow this event to re-occur,
AND 'then' complain?
Should say five words,
That has particular meaning...
To the one who believes,
Patience is a virtue.
NOT!
Number one...'Yes'
Number two... 'I'
Number three..'Am'
Number four... 'A'
Number five... 'Fool'
The repeating of this,
Should do something to assist in the 'awakening'.
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Stealing Praise
When is the best time,
To eliminate associating with those...
Who have given others the impression,
Something you have given to them for years...
Has been deserving?
Do it when they begin to tell others,
With convincing arrogance...
They've done the best they could,
To accomodate 'your' wishes.
'Excuse me?
Say What? '
Say it again...
To let the belief of it sink in.
'Excuse me?
Say What? '
Eliminate your associations with people like this,
And others will begin to plainly see...
Just 'who' has been accomodating 'whom'.
And just who has been stealing praise,
In ways they have claimed to have been justified.
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On Every Level
On every level of consciousness they appear to be crippled.
And on every level this seems to be a preference to keep.
Any reference that suggests a curing of their disabilities,
Becomes immediately resented and considered offensive.
Although they protest and complain,
Vehemently about the standards of their rehabilitation...
To accomodate their most pressing of needs,
They choose to ignore any restoration of their mentalities.
And fight with a biting they do,
The very hands that have come to assist them for decades.
And yet...
They expect to stay at the feast to eat AND be served!
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Stubborn Poses
Holding a firm grip,
Onto bitterness and anguish...
From times now that do not exist.
Is something people do!
Why do you choose that to be you?
Schoolyard games and childish antics...
Have many still inviting,
These conflicts in their minds...
To persist and rewind.
Hoping to find themselves validated...
By anyone who has replaced,
A forward movement...
With a backward pace.
Just to appease a waste to accomodate.
Regardless of the foolishness this creates.
And there are those
Who choose to stay in their ruts...
Stuck!
In such outdated...
Mindless stubborn poses!
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If It Is Not of Mutual Benefit
It has been explored.
Loving what I do and sharing.
And I have been abhorred,
By those who believed...
Sleep walking through my life,
Was perfectly alright.
On 'my' time.
As if a mission of doing me a favor,
Has been a charity completed...
To leave another pleased.
I had to make it clear to many...
I am more than a surface animation.
To be serious with life is not an ambition.
It is what I live this life appreciated and given.
And if it is not liked how I handle my life...
There is no need to be involved in it with pretense.
I do what I do with an intention meant.
I am not seeking anyone to 'accomodate' my desires.
If it is not of mutual benefit,
What is the point of being around folks like that?
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When Feelings Like These Are Felt
To be in the presence of adults,
Still in full possession of child like mentalities...
Gives me a chill.
The kind I know is noticed.
Listening to their depth or lack thereof,
Can be likened to a teacher taking a piece of chalk...
And scraping it across a blank blackboard.
Achieving a desired effect.
To gain attention...
From those prepared to be taught lessons.
Some who become 'startled' will awaken!
However...
Many who have skipped those classes,
To learn absolutely nothing...
Seem to be the ones seeking now to be heard.
With a comprehension that skims on the rim of shallowness.
And irritating anyone who has developed a patience.
A patience one can admit at times like this...
Seeks quietly to find an exit.
Before offensive comments begin to slip accidently,
Out from the mouth of one who is not seeking to be polite!
Or feels a need to accomodate others,
With a show of good social skills.
When feelings like these are felt,
It is time to cordially leave!
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Nuts' Are All Over The Place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
Some folks put up with others just to get along.
'Why can't we 'all' get along? '
Why?
'Cuz one bed will not accomodate all of us,
That's why!
Some like to pout and roll their eyes.
Gossip and backstab.
And they do it to family members AND close friends!
Can you imagine?
And where I live,
Close friends and family members kill themselves...
Over a slice of toast!
Or something else LESS 'urgent'!
Folks are 'nuts'.
Even the squirrels will have nothing to do with them.
And when squirrels are seen turning their backs away...
An investigation is needed.
With an immediate assignment given!
But...
To 'who'?
'Nuts' are all over the place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
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Chasing Behind What Has Gone
No time is there left for you to take,
To waste procrastinating which way...
Provides an easier taste of life.
That decision should have been made.
And you have discovered time doesn't wait.
Why you are baffled by this is no surprise.
And no longer can you find anyone,
To accomodate your point of view.
Those who have similar visions too,
Are chasing behind what has gone.
Those who have similar visions too,
Are chasing behind what has gone.
Those who have similar visions too,
Are chasing behind what has gone.
Chasing in a race...
For a time that has long moved on!
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You are in the process of being indoctrinated. We have not yet evolved a system of education that is not a system of indoctrination. We are sorry, but it is the best we can do. What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current prejudice and the choices of this particular culture. The slightest look at history will show how impermanent these must be. You are being taught by people who have been able to accomodate themselves to a regime of thought laid down by their predecessors. It is a self-perpetuating system. Those of you who are more robust and individual than others, will be encouraged to leave and find ways of educating yourself-educating your own judgement. Those that stay must remember, always and all the time, that they are being moulded and patterned to fit into the narrow and particular needs of this society.
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I Felt Insulted
I once did a task,
I thought would make others pleased.
I accomplished this with sacrifice...
Hoping this would elevate their priorities.
But they were of limited mindsets.
A bigger picture they could not see.
And one day I got a knock on my door.
From two who came to say...
'We appreciate your efforts.
And the quality of your deeds.
If you want us we are here,
To take you where you wish to go.
To hand out some flyers to promote us...'
Excuse me?
Say what?
You've come to do that,
So I can advertise your abilities?
And accomodate 'my' needs?
For 'me' that is what you will do?
So I can continue to observe you sit?
And watch you eat on my time too?
I felt insulted.
They had no clue as to why!
So I closed the door.
On them and that project...
I said a final goodbye!
And they wanted to get paid.
With a few tickets they sold.
And with lesser time spent,
To promote themselves made!
These Negroes were bold.
They had no clue as to why,
I felt insulted.
So I closed the door.
Not to re-open it again!
On them and that project...
I said a final goodbye!
'When folks begin to take advantage...
Disadvantage your input,
From those who do the taking.
And be sure the time you take for yourself,
Is for you to make better use.
And no one else!
Disadvantage your input.
Make some time for yourself.'
I have.
And I thank You, Father.
That was well stated!
'Thank you!
You are too kind! '
You think?
'Well...
I think your desires to assist others,
Within a certain creativity...
To get them to feed themselves,
Is a bit ambitious!
You know how some folks can be,
When they perceive these things.
As if they do 'you' the favor!
And trust me...
Everytime I hear them in prayer,
I understand what you mean!
I gotcha back, bruh!
Don't feel like the lone ranger,
Kimosabee!
Me see with eyes clear,
As I gaze upon the horizon.
Fixed I am...
In your heart and mind.
In this hemisphere...
And beyond, all the time! '
Father?
'Yes, My son.'
Why is it, Father.
You seek and go for the dramatics?
'You know they are from Detroit? '
WHO Father?
'The DRAMATICS!
What and 'who' are you talking about? '
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Musical Chairs
People who accuse others of lieing,
When their entire lives have been based upon...
Well,
Delusional comforts!
And other conveniences to keep truth,
A distant entity.
Are reasons why those in most communities,
Have difficulty achieving unity.
Honesty is treated,
As if everyone is attending a masquerade party.
And trading masks as if a game of musical chairs,
Is being played.
And those chairs...
Instead of a subtraction done?
When the music stops?
They are added to accomodate those joining the charade.
And that's how that game is played today.
With many folks getting tired of this,
To leave the party and their costumes behind!
They prepare for new days to approach.
Knowing they have to come!
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Responsible
Taking action.
Regardless of the consequences,
That may come.
Relying upon experience.
And doing what needs to be done.
Disciplined without taking offense.
Defensive,
If what is done is thought to be right.
Having integrity...
With a dependable insight.
Willing to correct.
Realizing no one is perfect...
Yet.
Taking steps to accomodate,
Without hesitating to wait...
For decisions to take place.
Or one to be late,
With admitted commitments to make.
Showing a respect one does not neglect.
And keeping one's word...
With a comprehension,
One and all deserves.
Listening with attentiveness to every word.
Being 'there' and responsible.
Making sure of what has been shared and heard.
Dependable.
Thoughtful and reflective too.
Where are those...
With these traits today?
Where are they...
To show us the way?
Have they too felt much betrayed?
By those once trusted...
Crushed and now busted!
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Ignorance Is Bliss
Why should I lower my expectations,
To accomodate someone else's incompetence?
Why should I accept mediocrity...
Because that's the highest the bar has been risen.
And anything above that,
Is asking for miracles!
Dumbed down you may be,
With a philosophy bordering on self neglect.
That's you and the way you have chosen to see your life.
But 'ignorance-is-bliss' I can not dismiss...
To skip along and whistle like this mindset is alright!
A drugging has been done to delight blind appetites!
Who wins a debate as the nation is set to flames...
With clear leadership nonexisting,
Is a moral shame being played out as a blame game.
And folks treating this like a boxing match...
As they discuss who looks presidental,
While thieves seek an escape hatch...is sick! Okay?
You can say what you wish.
But millions of people observing this,
Have to see deception being praised.
And the question of expectation that I have raised,
Seems the wrong thing to ask...
In these days when appearances are more important,
Than the death of reality in the minds of those crazed!
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Bail Out
An implusive failure,
Feeds and releases incompetence.
With nerve to assimulate meaningless surges...
To stimulate packaged quick fixes.
That accomodate a lack of wisdom...
To appease rich associations embraced,
Within hidden secret cliques.
An implusive failure leads,
To dictate who bleeds to nourish a few...
With abundance and prosperity.
While those who follow this activity...
And point of view,
Acknowledge.
As the greedy tighten the knots,
To pocket every dropp of blood sucked!
Without stopping the carnage,
Of those plotted against without defense.
To convince a bail out from disaster...
Will not disturb victims!
Once referred to as constituents,
Sleeping off their addictions.
As the orchestrated leap takes place...
Just before the crash.
Just before the cash...
Some thought safely stashed,
Before the fleecing as they slept.
And the fleeing of the thieves!
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Entice
I could never love like that again.
Not with that kind of investment given.
Not with an openness of a heart I had.
Not when I was too ready...
To share all of myself
And that which I had!
I could never love like that again.
Waking up to sing before dawn.
Hearing bad news,
That solicits my heart to sing
Happy songs!
Not caring to carry a guiltness,
To decide if right or wrong!
And then all day long,
Just thinking in a reminisced fit...
About kissing!
Or sharing a bliss lifted,
To the eternal confines of the universe!
Not to say I could have been,
Perhaps more diversed...
To set free in passion.
Instead of living in a mind,
Too hesitant!
And reluctantly too over the top,
With emotions over-rehearsed!
And sometimes shallow.
I could never love like that again!
If I did...
I would have to kill someone.
Become totally undone,
In anyone came to put a scratch,
Or a dent...
Upon my sparkling heart,
That has been completely healed...
And remodeled.
Not to show
The slightest hint of pain!
I could never love like 'that' again.
However,
I could see myself in a renewal of old attitudes.
I am comfortable in my 'new place' now...
And that elates me.
I could,
Begin giving tours.
To point out all that has been done!
And only 'if' that 'someone',
Was quick to identify...
How much of a renovation has been made,
To remove every conflict from appearing
On the surface!
Only then...
Would I consider,
Contemplating having 'testing' affairs.
To a narrowed selective few.
In an opened house...
Understood,
Has been opened for closer inspections!
And to accomodate any chemistry,
That might arrive...
To entice and stimulate,
The arising of an enhanced view!
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Uniformed Determination
A baton held high...
With a pride one strides,
But reluctant to pass on.
Loses an influence that could cement,
Long lasting sentiments with purpose and identity.
If a significance is recognized with the pride one strides,
With a leadership that includes discipline inflicted.
And a reason to keep one's dignity persisted.
From thoughtlessly being pushed aside...
To accomodate misunderstandings instead of comprehension.
Is a clue delivered that is more than hinted!
And can not be denied as sighted!
This...
Has to be understood and disgested.
Eventually.
Without the ignorance of protest.
Yes!
And not left to leave anyone perceiving,
There is no depth with the image given.
Or a process involved without meaning...
In this intentional parade free of schemes.
A precision is noticed and captures...
Much more than the attracting of attention.
A uniformed determination is present!
And enraptures spectators,
Awed and shocked.
There is nothing for them to joke about or mock.
With jaws dropped they are forced to watch.
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Those Into Titles
Well...
It's not like you are without options.
Remember that time,
You said to yourself...
'I wish I could just scream? '
Do it!
Scratch that off of your wish list!
'I'm so sick of the same routine! '
Comments like this...
You can now store among your memoirs!
Chances are you are finding 'that'
As a complaint.
Not today.
'You would think I was the only one in the office!
They act as if I'm the only one there half the time.'
Things are rapidly changing.
Have you called 'the office' lately?
You may discover,
No one is there on a full time basis now.
Well...
It's not like you are without options.
Remember that time,
You said to yourself...
'I wish I could just scream? '
Do it!
Scratch that off of your wish list!
I remember some years ago...
Being 'downsized'.
From a position that was being outsourced.
And offered a severance.
We were all ecstatic then!
Having never heard these terms before.
'Thank God we aren't being laid off.'
Some were heard to say.
Today...
Some folks are given two hours or less,
To clean out their desks.
And vacate the premises!
Can you imagine getting ready for work,
And the phone rings!
You answer pleasantly not wanting to be late!
You do not even say hello when you hear...
'You've been terminated.
No need to come in.
We will mail your personal things...
Plus a 'thank you' from management,
For the many years of your loyal service!
Your pink slip was mailed yesterday.
Keep your eye open!
Have a great day.'
It's been two days now.
And you 'still' have your mouth open!
Unbelieving.
Believe!
Some folks historically denied employment,
Were called shiftless and lazy.
I'm sure new terms will be introduced,
To accomodate those preferring to be considered...
As 'freelancing socialists' for a brighter tomorrow!
Those into titles.
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