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Foolish Rush to Pass Our Judgements

Wouldn't it be great,
If we could reach back in time...
And replace our decisions made.
With a clarity now so obvious,
That what was chosen to dismiss...
And the 'who' and the 'why'
For our foolish rush,
To pass our judgements...
Have no intentions to express an empathy.
None to be received in our direction.

The pain,
Is unbearable!
Isn't it?

Now many of us sit with feelings,
Of fading arrogance.
While realizing an ignorance displayed,
With horrific public temperments...
As if self centered children!
And fuming with such viciousness,
Consciously directed to 'that'
Which unknowingly to 'us' had our backs.
That are now up against the wall.

As some choose to wear Foster Grants,
To hide the tears falling from their eyes.

And those who knew of our activities done,
Now shun 'us'!
With a wish not to look in our direction.

Those kind of lessons learned forever scar.
Leaving the ones who have chosen to masquerade,
In the wrong parades selected...
To flaunt irreplaceable misdeeds.
Pleading for an opportunity,
To correct what has been done!

And anyone who has ever done this before,
Knows how difficult it is...
To retrieve and collect thrown confetti!
The quality of it with a freshness maintained,
Will never be the same.

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I Have To Sneeze

Just a second.
I have to snee...
Well,
Maybe not.

You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.

You selected those you liked,
To represent your causes and way of life.
Inspite of their having any knowledge...
Or influence over others,
To solicit an excitement.

Nor could they think their way,
Out of a paper bag.
But they looked good dressed in their Sunday best.
And as long as they impressed,
This made you glad.

And now today,
Since your situations appear exceedingly sad...
You wish to be represented by a competence.
But those you did not choose,
You believed...
Expressed an arrogance.

And even though they displayed a common sense,
You turned them away.
Dismissing them to worship ignorance.
To do as you please.
One moment...
Again I believe,
I have to sneeze.

LOLOLOLOLOL

I apologize.
Who knew I would have that reaction?

You chose to dismiss those competent.
And those competent have chosen now,
To ignore you.
Sounds like a mutual exchange.
But with a conflicting point of view.

Ahh-Choo!
There it is.
I knew it was coming,
Eventually!

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Coherently Insignificant

One's formal education financed,
Through payment of installments...
With an assistance one may get,
From various outside grants to chase.
Isn't the same kind of knowledge,
That one obtains to achieve wisdom.
And it is obvious those paying to be taught...
Have a lot of common sense lessons missed.

Leaving many not to express it at all,
As a benefit.
Not as a human dividend to uplift quality.

But a buyer's remorse is reflected,
Everywhere it can be seen.
There is an absence of any formal education,
Effectively displayed as a training vehical.
Where is it?
Isolated to use as a feeding tool?
For who to advance what to what levels?
As if that needs a microscope.
It doesn't!

And if there is evidence of it...
Shouldn't it be readily seen,
As the best investment one can make?
In panoramic scenes?
But...
Why is the proof of it kept hidden to flaunt openly,
As one's prized treasure to use on a constant basis?
Is it 'that' coherently insignifant and fragrantly incompetent,
That no one who has been accepted and conditioned...
Can tell with a clarity what their mission is.

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Easier to Be Selective

Doesn't it seem easier to be selective,
When one's life has been materialistically blissed?
Easy it comes to pass judgements on others,
As if one has a purpose to do it!

Doesn't it seem easier when one has money,
To do with as one pleases?
To make demands and have them met.
And show disrespect without regret.

Doesn't it appear easier to live life without needs,
Or wants.
To purchase and/or throw away...
And maybe choose some people to taunt!

Doesn't it seem as if those people do what they desire?
Doesn't it seem as if it was just yesterday...
Those same people today,
Have been expose to be the biggest thieves.
Deceitful evil liars.

And now the ones on their knees...
Pleading,
To be forgiven for a world in dire straits.
One in which they participated to diminish...
A quality of life that has no escapes.

With conscious deeds to destroy humanity!
And this has evidence they wish not to admit.
Even 'if' they choose to charade and dismiss...
A degrading of their masquerades.

Much too obvious today...
For anyone not to witness it, .
To deny it does not exist!
With wishes the creation of these conflicts...
Would disappear and go away.
For a return of a selected chosen bliss...
Once loved when it betrayed!

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Concealed to Produce a Seduced Humanity

Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
And obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.

They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.

The ones,
In their public address...
They say appeal to standards,
And a certain class...
They've spent time manufacturing.
To market and witnessed to be those trashed.
For the purpose to pocket and run with the cash.

Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
Obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.

They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.

Leaving the ones unconcious to debate with zeal.
Although none provide examples,
Where this wholesomeness appeals.
But no one wishes to explain why,
They prefer decadence over righteousness...
Concealed,
To produce a seduced humanity.

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Highlights Of My Life

I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.

Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.

I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.

I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.

I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.

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Can't Get a Night of Peaceful Sleep

Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?

To be tossed about,
Like hair dropping out.
From an ill fitted weave.

And flying through the air,
With the greatest of ease.
Without anyone to retrieve it,
In the free flowing breeze.

Isn't it fun to enjoy with everyone...
Picking on people behind their backs.
And when in public they are seen...
You snub them when they speak.
Knowing there is no reason,
For you to be that mean.

And when adverse reactions,
Come to confront you.
Isn't it wonderful to know,
Those who choose to do it...
Were friends you knew who screwed you too.
In ways you reminisce...
You made a choice to do this.

But now a forgiveness wished,
That your feelings could be spared.
But no one is there,
To show a caring that is shared.

Isn't it much easier,
To sit back and critique?
Than it is,
To have your neck on the chopping block...
And your name going defenseless,
On the streets?

And no one is concerned,
Your lessons have been learned.

Leaving you to toss and turn...
From nights spent trying to get some sleep!
Haunted by those memories,
Of how you hurt innocent people so deep.
And you're left alone to moan.
To do your boo hooing on your own.

With an empathy felt,
That attracts no help...
To come soon to relieve.

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Loss of Opportunity to Correct

They are seeking someone to blame,
For the deadend of their greed.
For the sloppiness of their gluttony.
For the selfishness they feed.

But they will come to realize,
They've been driven by their own addictions.
And their own needs to be deluded.
Unconsciously polluted and fantasized.

And with eyes clearing...
A reflection they see!
Racism, division, ignorance and isolation.
With a loss of opportunity...
To correct.

With no empathy bestowed from those,
Who observe them as they pass.
Looking onto this scene...
Expressing no feelings to be seen.
At least none they have chosen,
For them to regret!

Corruption fed without a consciousness...
Comes to greet.
Without delicious treats.
For a clean up that comes next.
And the seriousness of reality,
Taken to confront such a mess!

'Did we do this by ourselves? '

Yes, children!
No one else.
And guess what?
You will clean it up yourselves.
Here is your broom and mop.
Get busy!
And when you are done here...
There is much more.

Not we...
Or us!
But 'you' will do to improve!
And...
Over there,
You will find your uniforms.

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When One Is Young

When one is young,
Growing seems so slow...
The days go on forever.
And the nights are there to never,
Appear to go.

When one is young,
It seems no one will listen...
The adults seem to dismiss,
Whatever the young wants to know.

When,
One is young...
They think that they can get,
Anything that they wish.
No matter who delivers..
They want it quick.

And when one is young...
Life is not so precious.
And patience is not there...
When one is young.

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
Without direction there!

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That Is Why This Is Done For You

If I could say this another way...
Then that way would have been chosen.
And then you would miss this way I've selected.
Eliminating my anticipation,
For you to correct it!

And that is why this way is directed...
Only to you.
To touch in those places,
I trust is just for us.

That is why this is done,
For you like I do with a choice I choose.
With a comprehension that is clear...
You expect from me my best!
And nothing less will you accept.

Even though I do believe...
You wish for me to get 'some' rest!

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To Who's Benefit Does This Advantage

Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?

Depending on how it is presented,
No one accepts a truth uncovered to be revealed.
The moment it is shown it is immediately denied.
People will lie with a straight face...
While everyone around is laughing loudly,
And wiping tears from their eyes.

This behavior is expected from a comedian.
But a 'stand up liar'?
And one who habitually does it?
And to who's benefit does this advantage?
When a people have no respect for themselves...
Who will express a guilt for not showing it to them?
Few might.
Those with eyes open wouldn't consider it.

Are we born and destined to be idiots?
Is there a switch that clicks off in our heads,
When an opportunity to do something correct...
Makes us challenge that direction.
To do something obviously stupid.
Do we subconsciously wish,
To depict ourselves as fools?
Is that it?

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The Best Of Images That Represent

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.

Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.

Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?

And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.

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Fading Out

packing my bags and heading out on my own
making choices that will shape the future days I have to come
and I could choose the easy road but I have to be strong cause
I don't want to spend a lifetime knowing that I've chosen wrong
And it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
those who are older say my mind should be made up
headed on some path to greatness but I think that's messed up
cause there's so many options and I want to try them all
but now for some strange reason my back's against the wall
and it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
(x2)is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out

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Fading Ou

packing my bags and heading out on my own
making choices that will shape the future days I have to come
and I could choose the easy road but I have to be strong cause
I don't want to spend a lifetime knowing that I've chosen wrong
And it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
those who are older say my mind should be made up
headed on some path to greatness but I think that's messed up
cause there's so many options and I want to try them all
but now for some strange reason my back's against the wall
and it's so bittersweet these decisions I must make
throwing one choice to the wolves for the other one I make
and that itself seems wrong to me cause I am still so young
how can I choose right when my life has just begun
is it so bad to be unsure now woah ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out
is it so bad to be unsure now whoa ooo ooo
age is supposed to clear things up
but my future is fading out

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Qualified As Ascertained

Time has a way of shifting around,
That which had seemed to be grounded.
And found to be significant with influence.
Once upon a time,
When a climbing above others...
Was a focus and priority on many minds.
To suddenly change direction,
With a spotlighting of that which had been dismissed.
To allow that to become,
Declared more precious than gold.

Leaving those to flaunt a uselessness held,
That seemed just moments ago...
Qualified as ascertained,
To have impeccable credentials...
That only a few chosen to be interviewed,
Had obtained.
To be made to feel there was an achievement,
Reached.
With a leaving of that which had been dismissed.
Now sought after as if their lives depended on it.

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On A Daily Basis

I am often humbled,
By those expressions made
Regarding my thoughts...
With any impressions,
They have laid to stay in minds.
I find I am fascinated.

Whether appreciated or not,
I have to stop sometimes to wonder.

This I've been doing for such a while now.
And I try to maintain a comprehension about life,
With curiosity.
And that isn't easy to express at times.
Especially when my feelings,
Are not heightened by a respect I should let show.
Finding a pinch given gets more attention,
Than a peck on the cheek with cheesiness.
And I ain't that kind of a writer.

And I've been attacked for being black.
Not because I express that!
But...
Because my comments offend,
Those pretending I should not notice bigotry displayed.
Or that I have not been in contact with racism.

I am aware of Disneyland but I've never been.
I can only elaborate on my own personal encounters.
Especially regarding my own life.
With obstacles, strife and tribulations.

Like others who write and many who do not,
There are things I dislike.

There are aches and pains and sufferings I've gained,
From this experience.
But...
Do I choose to dwell on them?
Sure I do.
When it feels good to do it!
But what purpose is being achieved?
A bonding with agony?
Please.

I was in the military,
With guys who bragged about their wounds.
And displayed scars like badges.
On the regular.

So many people carry and share their frustrations.
As if life is an experience only known to a few who live it!
And I've learned life is to be enjoyed!
With as much happiness one allows.
And I say allow!
Since so many choose not to do that!
Many have chosen to be victims.
Listen to them.
This is not denied.

When I discovered peace of mind...
I did not realize I had to pay for it!
Yes!
It ain't free.
And I did with tears, heartache...
And emotional investments!
With lost dignity too.
I held onto my identity.
I knew early it was precious.

One day my faith awakened me with sunlight so bright!
And nature awaiting my acceptance to share it.
I felt at one with the Earth.

I felt I had to thank it
For allowing me to leech upon its goodness.
And not to my surprise the Earth complied.
I expressed a gratefulness to God,
For all the gifts I received that came unwrapped.
I felt a release from entrapments.

And I rid myself of limitations.
Knowing if I was to be ignorant about anything...
Affecting my experience.
There was a lot of misunderstanding I refused to admit.
I had to let that go.
It showed on my face too much.

Today I choose to be naive.
About many things.
With a clarity that there is so much I'd like to learn.
On a daily basis.

I choose to have my life to live it.
Carrying around bitterness is such a waste of time.
Especially when time, as we know it...
IS for the most part,
A human illusion!
Made to market and appease frustrations.
And shopping can frustrate more than constipation.

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Rarity Descending

A shallowness began,
Comes to an abrupt...
And such a public end!

A trend of secrets...
Kept to keep lies thriving,
Is dieing a painful death
For those unexposed...
To breathing a freshness,
The 'enlightened' have received
As a selected choice chosen,
Many years ago...
When truth was conceived and believed.

A pattern of inducements,
That have reduced humanity...
Can now be released,
To experience the securing
Of an endangered peace!

It's coming and available,
To all who have faithfully sought.
The wind is blowing with scents of clarity!
With a rarity descending...
That The Almighty has brought!

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Temporary Displays

Those with an agenda to deceive,
May hide their motives initially.
But a focus maintained on their activities,
Will eventually surface...
To leave longlasting impressions.
No matter how many disguises,
That may masquerade and adorn...
To express other qualities to adopt,
For temporary displays to leisurely wear.

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Regardless If The Act Of It Is Avoidable

They don't want,
THAT direction!
They want THEIR direction.
Even though it has been shown,
Their direction
Has long been eroding.

And the installation of a brick wall,
Erected with warnings of consequences
Is beginning to chip,
From their constant banging against it.
A collective stubornness insisted
Goes unheeded.

And no matter what anyone says,
About a the wall protecting them
From a fall over a cliff
They have chosen to rise against,
The presence of qualified leadership
To bulldoze their way,
Right through it!

And the moral of this?
If there is any morality left,
Significant in this decaying existence.

Whatever is said to those who don't listen,
Through the cracks many will fall.
Screaming for help,
From those they claimed appalled.

And always there are those,
Pointing their fingers at others
To accuse and blame,
For dilemmas they keep
To protect their ignorance even as they weep.
With a desire to prove
Their heads are thicker,
Than any installed wall.
Or the steep deepness of their fall.
Regardless if the act of it,
Is avoidable.

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Magnified Chrystal Balling

Boys play.
And in play...
A bravado is accepted.
And willfully on constant display.
With a show of fearlessness shown,
By the one selected and chosen to lead.

And that one accustomed to getting things done,
Has to express independence and confidence.
Sometimes at the risk of exposing a humanness.
And achieving less than those observing,
From the sidelines expect.

When doubts about direction begin to be expressed.
This upsets,
Those with victories to achieve on their breaths.
Tight lipped bravery is what arnchair warriors respect.

But emotions one dares to expose on one's sleeve,
Contradicts a magnified Chyrstal balling.
Appalling those wishing to see,
Confetti and cheering with smiles in magazines.

'Has he been up to the task,
Is all that matters.
Who amongst you have dug the ditches,
Or crawled through trenches...
To affect expectations? '

Boys play.
And in play...
A bravado is accepted.
And willfully on constant display.
With a show of fearlessness shown,
By the one selected and chosen to lead.
In play!
War...
Or in peace to keep unthreatened.

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I've Learned Not to Confess Too Much

I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Even to those I 'suspect' I can trust.

Nothing is as real,
As one's own touch.
Especially if one's hands,
Covers a mouth to keep shut.

Yes I have learned,
Not to confess too much.
Some may rush to pass judgement.
And unconsciously without intention...
Innocently crush an unexpected exchange.
Made by a quick assessment that shames.

Leaving eyes to bug wide.
And names to be called.
With a falling out done.
Over really nothing at all.

I've learned,
Not to confess too much.
Or express on my face...
Something in my mouth leaves a bad taste.
And as difficult as this may seem to me,
I may lie.
To protect my own and someone else's dignity.
Than to bring someone to tears.
Because of a giggle heard a person hears.

Experience has taught me this...
IF someone wishes to expose,
Their ugly baby to me...
At least I know how,
Now...
Not to look in shock or horror.

Oh yes...
I've learned not to express too much!
However,
If tears should fall from 'my' eyes?
I am quick to announce,
An ecstatic happiness.
With a controlled truth,
Hopefully kept undetected inside.

Although my knees may knock...
I am quick not to let them bend.
From a howling laughter,
I do my best to keep within.

'Lord, God...
I thank You! '

~You have more control than I do!
Geeessshhh...
Did you 'see' that ugly baby?
Don't blame that on Me, uh uh...
Oh no.~

'GOD..? '

~Don't 'God' Me...
I had nuthin' to do with that!
My assignments are in the East,
And South Cosmos.~

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