Do Not Become Suspicious Of This
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Those with it are dwindling quick.
Many have begun to analyze their lives.
With the ridding of falsities and nonsense.
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
Where will you go,
To soothe your point of view?
To someone less direct than me?
With the hopes to locate,
Others with shared philosophies?
Do not become suspicious of this.
A higher consciousness has overnight made a visit.
And those who slept with foolishness,
Are seeking exits that do not exist.
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Diplomacy
Why is it that you...
And others with your point of view,
Believe it is perfectly okay...
To re-appear as you please,
In the lives of those you have dismissed...
As being too direct with their candid honesty,
While making it an additional excuse for you...
To perceive the spoken truth as evil!
What makes you believe,
You and your unresolved issues...
Are sweetened treats,
You will tease others...
By keeping your headaches away.
Today...
People are living with a higher expectation,
To spend their time with others...
In the search for a higher consciousness.
You can decide to go in and out of hiding,
To protect your immature sensitivities...
For the rest of your life!
You can decide that priding your stubbornness,
Excites others into a frenzied curiousity...
To begin to question your whereabouts.
I wish to leave you with this comment made,
Your desire to keep revisiting a mental debilitating outlook...
Is on you!
And is a view only you and others delighting it explore.
But those who are seeking to open closed doors...
And remove locks from their uptight minds,
Are not trying to find ways to move around in darkness.
Many people today,
Are seeking to remove clouds from their visions.
And you apparently...
Will never see the importance to prioritize,
The connecting of those dots!
And yes,
You have taught me a lot...
About diplomacy!
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I Thank You For Your Assistance
You made choices in your life.
With accusations made to others,
That I believed I knew 'everything'.
And if that was remotely true...
People would have lived happier lives.
And you,
Come to me with attitude,
Accusing me of ignoring 'you'?
~Sir...
May I please use the PA system in your store?
I am trying to locate someone who is totally lost.~
'Sure.
Go to customer service and let them know,
You have my approval.'
~Ladies and Gentlemen...
May I have your attention, please.
I wish to locate someone that is lost.
And I'll repeat what I just said to them,
To you...
In the hopes we can find this person's mind!
THIS is what I said:
You made choices in your life.
With accusations made to others,
That I believed I knew 'everything'.
And if that was remotely true...
People would have lived happier lives.
And you,
Come to me with attitude,
Accusing me of ignoring 'you'?
If you see this fool in your presence...
Please direct them outside,
Where I am going to breathe some fresh air.
I thank you for your assistance.~
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Tired Groove
I relate to your philosophies.
There is not need to rehash them.
Not with me.
I'd like to get beyond these acquisitions.
Renew our positions and sing new tunes.
With refreshed rhythms...
And adventures to meet and greet.
I relate to your philosophies.
We have been sharing them all our lives.
How many times do we have to identify,
The world is round.
Or another dissatisfaction with life we have found.
There is something about the unknown I appreciate.
That makes me more aware of who I am.
But to eat and regurgitate the same thing fed...
Does not expand my understanding.
Or qualifies me to make demands.
I relate to your philosophies.
But constantly repeating the same point of view...
Has become quite boring to me.
And I am surprised this stagnation,
Has not motivated you to improve...
Upon this tired groove you feed and approve.
If it puts me to sleep...
I know that drone brings a wink or two to you.
It has to!
Are you listening to me?
'I'm sorry...
Did you say something? '
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Commits To The Giving Of It
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally?
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
Especially if that point of view,
Is shared between someone loved.
And doing it to communicate too.
Too many people share relationships,
To become angry over nothing quick.
Just to begin an unending argument.
Too many people become easily offended,
When something different that is mentioned...
Causes one not to listen and refuses to pay attention.
And the last thing anyone should do,
Is to get upset...
By a point of view expressed.
How can one not love another,
Who commits to the giving of it...
Unconditionally as true love is meant to be.
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Our problem, from the point of view of psychology and from the point of view of genetic epistemology, is to explain how the transition is made from a lower level of knowledge to a level that is judged to be higher.
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A Different Point Of View
(tennant/lowe)
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When Im sitting so close to you
Theres only one thing that I wanna do
But I know what youre likely to say
That Im going about it the wrong way
We cant agree about anything
Where to go or even where weve been
And I know what youre likely to do
Say that Ive never cared about you
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You dont believe a single word I say
If Id say black was white, youd say it was grey
But in spite of being treated this way
I still dream of you all night and day
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
Just this once
Just say yes
Please
Youve got a clever way of haunting me
Im never scared, but youre still daunting me
cause I know what youre likely to say
And I know that youll get your own way
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
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When A Maturity Much Needed Is Sought And Begins
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
Those games chosen to play,
To protect insecurities...
Needing to be chased away,
Are nothing more than childish pranks.
Overdue for a ridding...
Instead of pursuing them to please,
A mental dysfunction to outdo and out rank.
I've lost all attraction to play games like that.
I will return your calls.
But a tolerance of a nonsense initiated,
I no longer accept at all.
What point is made,
By a charading done to masquerade?
And in these days we live call for a seriousness.
With my desire to continue on like this...
Leaving you behind with the times I will not miss.
All foolishness started between us will end,
When a maturity much needed is sought and begins.
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Not Experienced
Deciding to finally be direct...
After years of beating around the bush,
May be a refreshing step for you.
With a mind hesitating,
In an outdated point of view.
But for those who now could care less...
What from them you expect.
Your steps taken,
To see the forest 'and' its trees...
Has left you alone,
In a reality once accepted...
As those observations,
Came then too quick.
To take as they were.
Inspect and leave.
Since for many what you perceive,
Is a reality lived,
And gone as it was believed.
What 'was' no longer exists.
Today changes have become,
Complexed.
And in these times that continue on...
You may find what's next for you too perplexed,
For someone like you...
Who's not experienced in being direct.
You will find that reality you have has gone.
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Some Say My Contributions Are Political
Some say my contributions are political.
With a point of view that is fixed.
But who is living to exist without religion,
Or politics?
And who believes there is an escape from this?
My writings are all about relationships.
Not one is disconnected from it.
Some may choose from their point of view,
To see a separateness.
But from where I sit,
If you are living you pay taxes...
All of it goes to the government.
And the only thing that is 'free'
Are delusions.
And even those have proven to be costly.
With some political attachment no one can deny!
Some say my contributions are political.
And I say to them...
'The point that you are making is...'what'?
And who lives not to make endorsements...
Of some kind! '
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Riding On My Back!
I don't concern myself
With your perceptions
Of my point of view!
There is not a pair of shoes
I wear
That you have worn.
And not one look of disgust,
Have you received
From those I distrust,
That you have shared!
Do you believe my existence
Relies on your assistance?
You are riding on 'my' back!
And that seems to have been
Your only objective!
If I did not exist...
Would you have any other interests at all?
Would your life be as fulfilling as mine?
If I did not exist...
Who would you then find offensive?
Or could you live your life,
Without the need of comparisons?
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Sensations
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!
I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!
Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!
I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!
I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!
I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!
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Quick Exits
Of course I can be cordial.
Respectful and show tact.
I would never expose anything more...
When in public,
And that's a fact.
I want others to feel I can be approached.
With an empathetic ear,
Prepared to listen.
With a patience endearing...
And abundantly bestowed.
Although...
When it becomes time,
For me to protect my peace of mind...
I'll take off any mask I'm wearing.
To make it easy for anyone...
To locate my definition,
Of quick exits!
As I can define and exhibit.
With a disappearance,
Clear of interference...
From any atmosphere I leave.
While others may choose to socialize...
Some are quite surprised,
I'm not out seeking popularity.
Sometimes the idea of it frightens me.
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Until One Sits Alone
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
They rather give their opinions,
Unsolicited and quick.
About how others should live,
As they pill pop to get...
Their headaches to quit.
Quieting anxieties,
Leaves them less suspicious.
As the ones who can't face their own hurdles.
Or take initiative they themselves do not permit.
Until one sits alone,
Dealing with demons on their own...
Excuses will be condone,
To label their protected wounds.
That scar them to the bone.
People today do not want to face their own demons!
And why should they?
When it has been made more convenient,
For them to pretend...
Demons that visit,
Do not for them exist.
And these same demons...
Are seen from them to persist unlimited.
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Soothe Sayer
Open up your eyes, see the world around you
It's not what we thought it was. it's not what we were told.
Flashing signs before us. they're even reading the last rites.
All our systems have failed us. now they've turned out the lights.
Soothe sayer. the miracle's just begun. what a cool player.
Love is the only one! soothe sayer.
New age, millenium. the coming of the new messiah.
Wall street, big businesses, pretending it's alright.
Preachers lost in ministry, while the sinners laugh and mock.
Angels watching helplessly the final ticking of the clock!
Soothe sayer. got you on the run. what a cool player. love is the only one!
Soothe sayer. got 'em on the run. what a mind blower. love is the only one!
Soothe sayer.
When you walk that rocky road, you need food to feed your soul.
I'll help you with that heavy load, until you reach your home!
Your not alone!
Soothe sayer. the miracle's just begun. what a cool player.
Love is the only one. soothe sayer. soothe sayer.
The devils on the run. what a cruel player.
Love is the only one! soothe sayer!
Open up your heart. look up in to the sky.
Feel the energy around you and know that we must try.
Love's the new reality, the true saviour of this world.
We're gonna live through this insanity. you better hold on to me guru!
Soothe sayer. soothe sayer
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Being Direct
I don't know if it was aging,
Or its process...
That increased my desire,
To ensure a peace of mind I found...
Stayed in place.
Or if it began creating itself,
Over time.
And I sought ways to prioritize,
Its importance.
But I will admit this,
The finding of it found...
Has today with me lived to exist.
And being direct is an added bonus,
That allows me to use my age...
To guarantee any nonsense from me stays away.
And this I have noticed...
Without one word from me to say,
I can raise just 'one' eyebrow...
To get my point across.
Either with a frown or a smile,
It does not seem to matter.
Only those who have experienced this,
Can appreciate the value and the benefits...
Of aging with a peace of mind.
And being direct to protect what one has,
To classify it as valued...
Seems to get more respect when one has clearly aged.
However,
There are some exceptions!
Those who do not seem to age gracefully,
Do appear to attract and nag with exurberance.
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Those Most In Need of Empathy
People do make choices!
And those upset with regret...
By the decisions they have made.
With direct accusations,
To others...
For not clearing a path,
With cracks unpaved.
Are the ones unaccustomed,
To being held accountable.
They seek exits to escape...
From responsibilities they have faked!
Creating more difficulties for themselves.
Fault finders they become!
And nothing else.
With hopes they are seen,
As victims of low self esteem.
And this too often has been their gloated motive...
To keep themselves viewed,
As those most in need of empathy!
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Federation of Unions
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
Isolated protectivism,
With beliefs fading quick!
Has those of a mindset,
Internally struggling...
To maintain foundations in conflict!
And this can not persist like this!
A collective of unions,
Of one
Is being done.
Affecting the lives of everyone.
And the change coming to all who resist,
Is going to stun...
By the effectiveness of it!
A federation of unions comes to exist!
And who leads,
Will not be as important...
As those who will be forced to follow!
Swallowing a past,
From times no longer everlasting.
He may have said it!
Many may have regrets.
But all will experience,
And feel the affects of change!
This globalistic mission,
To dismiss divisions...
With a socialistic point of view,
Comes to reflect upon those upset.
But there will be little a few in opposition can do!
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Today No Comprehension Comes
My tomorrow,
Will come to me to exist.
And will become your yesterday...
I have already visited.
Today no comprehension comes.
The 'now' that should be lived...
Isn't done by everyone.
Some choose to sit,
And reminisce the past.
With hopes to grasp from time gone...
Something that will last,
To hold onto forever.
And forever is a myth.
Like wishing to breathe life...
Into that which has moved on!
But my tomorrow,
Will come to me to exist.
And will become your yesterday...
I have already visited.
That's why you think of me as a drifter.
And I must admit...
It would be useless to argue,
With you.
Since your point of view,
Is one I have left behind.
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Proper And/Or Acceptible Public Etiquette!
I try to release from my consciousness,
Those painful images fixed...
We all can say we survived,
But still live with.
And the only time I am reminded I have them...
Is when someone says,
I should raise and not lower my head...
To quicker dry those tears I cry!
And to wear a smile on my face instead.
With no clue...
Or point of reference,
From which I feel such depth!
Coming as it does...
When it happens,
Delivered from my point of view.
And I do my best not to express...
That these are 'my' heartfelt agonies.
When upon me,
They choose to come to visit!
And not one moment am I in thought...
With wishes to entertain,
Proper and/or acceptible public etiquette!
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All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but some are greater nonsense than others.
quote by Samuel Butler
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