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Accepting challenges around the clock nonstop...
Defantisizes life for some.
And crystallizes a maturity.
This is not often seen...
Where folks are committed to irresponsibility.
Where folks schedule their activities...
Between being uninvolved and making party scenes.

Entertainment escapes made accessible and free...
Are generally observed,
Where people are not concern.
And quickly display disrespect for themselves.
As they show a lack of discipline.
And an absence of identity.

Those like this often call for unity.
And pray to have their communities monitored...
As they beg for more police.
To keep them protected from themselves,
As they spread more of their mental disease.
And this is done by urbanites,
At a price that is paid by everyone!

Although no one acknowledges a consciousness claimed...
To be seriously considered or concrete of beliefs.
Not when so many have exited from accountability.

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We'd Like to Make This Perfectly Clear

With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.

Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.

Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.

And,
Furthermore...
With emphasis on empathy.
We'd like to make this perfectly clear,
A perception of our greed and thoughtlessness...
Has been more than exaggerated.

'Even though recent videotapings of human remains,
Floating in the waters with ruined vegetation...
Has captured a gross disrespect for the region.
And is directly associated with the activities of your company? '

With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.

Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.

Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.

'Then who is to blame,
For this miscalculation of both justice...
And the spirit of wellbeing enforced,
By the Council of World Environment Protection?
Where IS that concern for our fellow human beings? '

With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.

Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Let this be understood,
We are thoroughly and without question...
Extremely conscious of our misdeeds.

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They Are So Right!

...and on the other hand,
You can not treat people with respect
Who are not accustomed to getting it.
These folks are the first to think,
Someone treating them with kindness unexpected...
Either is weak with no backbone,
Or just a fool seeking confirmation!

There are people around like that.
Quick to attack an emerging smile,
On someone's face.
And do their best to replace it.
Even if it means character assassination.

And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
With disbelief,
No one wants to bother!
And in their neighborhoods...
They can not get enough police,
To protect them from their own ignorance.
Or lack of comprehending,
The reasons for their own blight!
They would rather argue about that...
Day and night!

And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
Even though social dysfunctions...
Should be addressed!
And placed high on the list of their priorities!
But 'that' will never be placed on their agenda.
Nor will the divisional self righteousness,
Of their religious beliefs that keep them like this!
Since they will say...
'God has nothing to do with it! '

And...
They are so right!

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Let's Consider This

Shallow is their insight and with it is that existence.
And some are accused of having less patience with them.
While displaying less tolerance for their ignorance...
But should express more acceptance of it!
As well as their lack of consciousness.
To pass on an accountability...
That becomes part of a stagnated unity,
With increased division to further irresponsibility.

However...
Let's consider this!
When one decides to move forward,
In steps that are direct...
There is an intention meant,
To leave behind a confinement...
One graduates from with no regrets.
And feeling free to express an obtained intellect,
As part of that process to share...
In an exchange being done.

With a stretching of the mind that one desires to get!
With an expanded acknowledgement.
And...
Some just AIN'T there yet!
Whether they are making those attempts,
Or know how to spell motivation.
There is a noticed absence of it!
And 'that' appears in overqualified abundance.
You feel me?

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Theirs to Declare

It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.

Thieves do not get the connection,
That what is taken does not to one belong.
You can locate planets and give them names...
But only the creator can make claims.

And people who believe,
They rule above and over those dictates of God...
Find themselves beset by struggles.
And in their blind consciousness,
Can not see themselves...
As defects.

It's not just folks in Arizona.
It is a reflection of a mindset,
Trapped in disrespect.
And lofty in self perception.
With a certain 'class' of folks...
Believing themselves as self righteously perfect.

And deserving to label anything on Earth and beyond,
As theirs to declare.
With destruction and conflicts they initiate to carry on.
Like any incurable disease on a rampage.

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Walking In Someone Else's Shoes

I feel like this about life...
If you have reached your 40's,50's and 60's
With a lack of identity and understanding,
As to who you are?
Do not expect from me my patience,
Or a tolerant hand to hold.

I've been called 'nutt's too often by those,
Who are still seeking approval from their mamas
And papas.
With some folks whining,
As if they need their diapers changed.

And the years I endured through emotional pain...
God came to my aid.
And saved me from back to back heartbreak.
With few caring less 'how' I survived!
As long as I was there to hear their complaints,
My pain to them was insignificant.

And as I observe and comprehend how some can be...
I see them now the same way,
Without concern.
There 'is' a caring!
However...
I don't get wrapped up dramatically about it,
Like some folks.

There is something to be said,
About walking in someone else's shoes!
They may look easy and comfortable to wear...
Until it is realized,
The fit just isn't 'that' comfortable.

A perception handed to one on a plate to eat...
With a choice to live life,
Is not life lived to experience all it offers.
Even if one is not ready for the experience...
There is a process called 'growth' that is done!
A maturity that happens,
When one heals and recovers from mental insecurities...
Of all kinds.

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Required Prerequisite

A call to duty,
Few use refuse.

It once had been an honor to do it.
In those days passed,
When patriotism was a thing to choose.
And everyone felt this,
Without making an excuse.

Today,
Quick escapes...
Is as natural as responsibility betrayed.
And having no accountability comes to surprise...
As many display themselves to be disrespectful.
Without a sign of regret to disgustfully criticize.

As if the act of expressing respect,
Has become a required prerequisite...
Most folks have come to think as weak.
And this, if shown, is today despised.

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Feelings of Inadequacy

Most of the problems people today face...
Are not tied to economics.
Or financially traced.
Most of those problems are delusion based.
With investments made to escape,
Feelings of inadequacy.

People have been fed deceit.
And it has become part of their lives.
Crime on the rise on urban streets...
Can be attributed more to the feeding,
Of suburban greed!
And the spread of isolated ignorance.
Defended by insecurities.

Those 'us' against 'them' theories used,
As tactics to uplift causes of segregation...
Has degraded the very folks,
Who have provoked their own demise.
With lies seen coming to destroy their dreams,
Emptying into abandoned philosphies once worshipped.

And believing themselves worthy of exclusive gluttony!
Chosing to ostracize those who spoke truth.
And now they are on the pursuit to find escapes.
But the price they have paid,
Has closed those exits!
To leave them crazed.
Praying their visions of an apocalypse,
Is realized.
To afford them purpose, identity and reason...
For their misguided beliefs!

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Exposed Behinds In Arrears

Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.

Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.

Excuses with abuses have been ignored and accepted.
A process of ignorance has us all infected.
Accountability?
What is that?
Is that a new fad coming back?
And who is proposing it?
Those detoxed and now off crack?

Irresponsibility is a thing now that is the rage.
Of course folks are demented.
Who amongst us now is not absolutely crazed?
Bill collectors everywhere,
Are being pestered by the banks.
And they are dropping from the skies like flies...
Being caught in lies,
Tanking with worthless alibis.

'Naked is the beast...
That has nothing left to feed or eat! '

Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Exposed behinds in arrears they show!
Using bounced checks to pay their bills.
Spending welfare money...
And shopping to supply their ills!

Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.

Believe it!
These are conditions...
From compositions,
Played and heard!
But much too late to rearrange!
What had been due...
Is now too insufficient to correct.

Believe it!
We are up to our necks,
In a morality debt.
That has satisfied those who are virtueless!

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Mentally, Physically and Spiritually Sick

No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.

They choose to disrespect one another.
Then proclaim desires for unity.
Observing them in their places of worship...
You would think heaven was on Earth.
The way they perform, dance and sing.
In praises to their hypocrisies.
And into their communities,
These hypocrisies with them they bring.

No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.

Tell them their children create havoc in the schools.
They deny this.
They want better teachers.

Tell them that crime is in their minds.
And they initiate it.
They demand for more police,
To prove you wrong.

Tell them they have no identity,
And despise themselves for who they are.
And they would cuss each other out.
On their way to church.
Pray to God and then quote scriptures.
With a love for God they say they thirst.
Come out of these dens of evil...
To cuss each other out!
Spewing scriptures and devilment,
From both sides of their mouths.
Then call you 'brother' or 'sister'.
As if they are invisible.
And nothing you've seen had played out like this!
Denying what has been observable.

No.
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions to exist.

Anyone exposed to this,
To digested it for what it is...
Know what these folks don't know!
And it is not a multiple choice quiz.

These folks have no idea,
They have psychological problems.
In their heads.
Between their ears!

These folks aren't aware,
They are mentally, physically and spiritually sick!
And anything that has degraded them,
Wouldn't be in their lives...
If they did not choose this to exist!

But no!
They don't want to talk about it.
In fact,
It is treated as if,
Truth Is a deception.
And they live for deceptions...
To continue to breathe exactly as is!
As if addicted to self righteousness.
Or...
Strung out on a massive crack attack!

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Novocaine Free

What world have they been living in?
Not to notice the vanishing,
Of their quality of life slowly diminishing.
It's not as if there were not those who said so.
However...
There were those who chose to deny,
They were vicimizing themselves.
By accepting disrespect.
And condoning its appearance...
As the best yet to get.
While making no demands,
By raising a firm hand against this mess.

And suddenly they wish to stop the bleeding?
Suddenly they wish to see their children disciplined.
Suddenly they value the purpose of higher education.
Thinking now becomes a treasure.
And a comprehension is wanted...
By those who now understand,
What the mind can do when it is used.

And now folks choose to move forward...
With beliefs there will be no pain.
And for these folks it will be unfortunate,
For them to experience...
A reality that comes to them,
Novocaine free.
With no numbing of delusions done,
To trade reality for weekend escapades.
What comes is here to stay!
Prickling with truth to aid those awakening...
From their bouts of charaded amnesia.
Recessed with sweetened fantasies!

'1-2-3...
WAKE UP! '

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Unity That Is Down to Earth

The ignorant,
Are not historically known...
To be supportive of their own kind!
But they will periodically,
Call for unity...
In support of accusing one another,
For making attempts...
To do something with their lives.

For the small minded,
This 'trip' is considered 'uppity'.

And leaves many a victim despised,
By this self critique...
As trying to be better than the others.
And forgetting where they came from...
When they were significantly shunned,
For doing their best to get out of the nesting...
Of a crab barrel full of defeaters.

Somehow...
Knowing who and where they were,
Needed little confirmation!
Although filled with ambition and aspiration...
Energizing support,
Is a self motivating thing!
A sacrifice only determination brings.

However...
Suppressing expectations of progress,
Is a given and...done!
With the best of unified intentions.
To prevent 'delusions' of success!

And yet...
Those professing this ugly evilness,
Will dress to impress.
These are crab barrel dwellers!
People of a 'visualized togetherness'
Coming to celebrate express pretentions.

While proclaiming a displeasure,
For being in the presence of those
Who are not 'Down-to-Earth' like they are!
And with a lack of a collective identity.
That keeps them screaming for more police protection!
In a unity they appear...
Obviously in need of complete psychotic diagnosis.
And mental repair!

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This Constitutes Fraud

Organizations based in inner city communities,
That are overwhelmingly those of color.
And those same organizations solicit funds,
Stating they provide activities and training...
That does not get done for everyone,
But 'some'.

And those funds are used for other purposes,
Surburbanites are hired to inspire...
Those 'urbanites' of color,
With their point of view.
As if they are suppose to!
And doing this not to train or motivate...
But to employ the chosen few!
Themselves!
That is what they do.
And to instill their ideologies.
This constitutes fraud!
And that is not only my point of view.
That is what they do!

And those living in inner cities,
Not benefitting from activities claimed.
Deserve much more than apologies.
They deserve to be praised...
Not shamed.
For raising such deceit on their backs!
Or at least identify,
Those organizations by name!
And their lack of supportive deeds,
That continue such bleeding and succeed.

'What constitutes fraud? '

Mental manipulation!
That constitutes fraud.
To deprive those in need,
By keeping the rich...
Although quite flawed,
In a state of awe and greed.
And organized to keep the needy teased.

'What constitutes fraud? '

Organizations set up like these.

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In the Land of Misunderstandings

Who in a population of game players,
Is satisfied with just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
With beliefs the Earth is unfeeling and thoughtless.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
Unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Hoarding stolen wealth.
With gifts to market as they benefit from evilness.

One has to have a lot of heart...
Bite, vigor and vim
To withstand the onslaught of an addicted ignorance.
Folks fight to keep it.
Folks kill to be adorned in it.
Or have it sit proudly...
On their disrespecting lips.
With any admitted identity gone.
On a long
Long
Trip!

Who...
With a clear consciousness,
That hasn't gotten sick to be airlifted...
To undergo a detoxing.
In a population of game players,
Can say...
They have become satisfied,
With just one sacrifice to commit?

In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
And unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Needed...
Is a pledge to keep a strengthened sanity intact.
Those subjected to emotional flashbacks...
Will not make a good recruit,
To hold these mental monsters back.
They are on the rise!

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Someone Elected, Liked and Popular

Someone has to be held responsible,
For allowing people to make wrong decisions.
Someone has to be held accountable,
For allowing people to dismiss their values.
And adopt standards that unleashed upon them...
An onslaught of disrespect.
With a lack of discipline...
Their blind mindsets enjoyed and accepted.
Someone has to be held responsible,
For the blatant theft and rise of crime.
Someone elected, liked and popular...
To lead and guide them out of shadows,
Should have had their interests protected.
And their choices made,
More closely inspected.
With a voice of concern...
Their way of life has been neglected.
And they someday will pay!

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Have You Ever Done That Before?

Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
You may believe they establish you a status.
But there is something that can be said about pretense...
That leaves those hungering to spend their time,
With people who express a common sense...
From thought producing minds.

It is a rarity to find folks,
Who have not been tainted or provoked...
By teased materialistic dreams.
Or the kind of people who become identified...
By where they live and what they drive.
Living a quality of life that seems delightfully contrived.
Yet inside of them there is a frightful hollowness...
That is silently screamed,
And quietly demeaning them.

Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
And their absence,
Also has not revealed you possess an integrity.

With your identity gone packed away with your 'things'...
And no integrity left you can display or bring,
What is it that you claim you can give to offer?
Superficiality?
Okay...
And,
What else do you have besides that?

Do you have anything we can chew on that's concrete?
How about a conversation we all can contribute.
Have you ever done that before?
Had you considered comprehending after listening,
To complete sentences...
Delivered to your assuming ears.

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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing

No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!

People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!

No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!

And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!

A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.

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Soon Such Revelations Come!

Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they have been blocked out!

But by what?
Or who...
Would destroy their gluttony.
And rip them apart,
To expose their guts!
Trembling in their hearts.
With an unfamiliar humbling...
Felt inside.
And trying to deny.
Yet can not hide...
The fear shown in their eyes.

This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.

Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!

Out witted by their own dimwit ways.
And relying upon the ignorance displayed...
By a people entertained,
To feed continued greed.
A greed now all finding...
From them being released and freed.

This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.

An unfamiliar humbling comes!

A 'deity' of unmeasurable consciousness,
Has arrived to stop them in the midst.
And they can not believe it!
They can not perceive,
This Supreme 'consciousness' they can not see...
Has selected to bring them to their knees in defeat!

Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!

Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!

Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!

That we...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.

And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!

Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!

We...
Have never done 'anything'
That has gone unknown!
This will be shown.

And frightened will they become.
Those making foolish attempts to run!

Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!

Those 'good-ole-boys'
Have short circuited their network.
Not appearing to be shocked.
But they are.
And traumaticized...
To find they've been blocked out!

But by what?
Or who...
Would do this to those,
Who have chosen to keep...
Their thieving protected!

Monitored are all our Earthly activities.
And those who truthfully believe with a faith...
In God Almighty,
Will come to see!
We...
Have never been alone!

Soon such revelations come!
Soon,
Everyone 'unconscious' will be stunned!

This surprises.
And stirs an emotional crisis,
Inside.

With some burning with a stinging...
To singe their lost souls.
Exposed!
With no where for them to hide!

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Too Busy In the Process

People have their beliefs.
And that is to be respected.
However...
I have always admired the ones,
Who are able to get good deeds done.
And generally they do not express their beliefs...
With speeches to convince.
Since they are too busy in the process,
Of making progress seen that is concrete.

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Insinuations Applied With Allegations

Today,
It would be safe to say...
That those ushered into hiding,
Can come out from wherever they are.
Since what is going on now,
By far,
Exceeds any displeasures....
They voiced that rubbed against,
Anyone who is not convinced...
More than worms have been released,
From sheltered and unopened cans.

Insanity seems far more in demand,
Than designer clothes!
I've seen more exposed butts in the past few months...
Than any revealed in a hospital delivery ward!
I've heard folks cuss themselves out IN church.
And then turn around in their pews...
To lift their hands up in praise!

Folks are crazed!
And they are seeking answers!
For these days...
Munched on like animals.
With a craving for more!
Gnawing until annoyed...
In fields they consciously grazed into a daze.

Of course...
It is not from their bad diets.
Lack of discipline.
Irresponsibility and lack of respect!
Of course...
It is not from their deceptiveness.
Character assassinations,
Done to perfect.
Of course...
It is not from a greed fed to children,
Who are protected for every crime they commit.
Of course...
It is not from corrupted politicians,
Reflecting the lawlessness of the government!
Of course...
It is not the visions marketed and sold on TV.
With remedies to heal sexual dysfunctions.
And glamorized news of highlighted crimes that appeal.
Of course...
It is not rascism some see that bleeds the economy.
With jobs exported overseas for more greed to feed.
Of course...
It is not a total break down of a quality of life at all.
Of course not!

Those are insinuations applied with allegations,
Successfully tossed aside!
And those coming out of hiding...
Can now witness their delusions being freed,
From tormented beliefs!
In a manner 'reality' keeps 'some' truths accepted.
While others are debated before they qualify,
To be tried!
Of course...
Not!
Not by those with accusatory eyes!
They still suffer from symptoms,
Teased by leftover myths!

'Garbage in/Garbage out...and loved! '

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Entitled To Thieve

The approach to it has been,
And still is
Extremely basic.

If that which has existed,
Has done so as consciously implemented.
By those who now oppose the results of it.
Who has a right to criticize anyone,
For an irresponsibility.
Seen to be observed as collectively done,
By everyone who has allowed its presence.

Who has had the authority,
To shift with a blaming
Of an accountability?

Me?
I know your fingers are not pointed at me!

Who has been on hiatus?
To have left the candy store unattended?
Remember,
I am not trusted to even be a customer.
Let alone
To be one endeared with a key.

And
Don't look at me.
That assignment has been given to others,
Most of my life.
With a success that has left them motionless.

And
Perhaps that attraction to my activities,
Has been the basis
Of those insecure.
With a leaving to others
Feeling entitled to thieve.

The very same ones,
Unbelieving
The ones they have protected,
Have been the deceivers and thieves
Bleeding them of their own 'borrowed' resources.

Look
The only threat I've posed to you,
Has been my skin color.
I have never had ideals to corrupt.

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