For Purposes To Entertain The Perfect Existence
Assigned to teach,
Anyone unwilling to listen...
Or sit quietly wanting to learn,
Seems always to be an opportunity...
To question the abilities of the teacher,
With a finding of fault and a blaming to accuse.
And not one admission of being irresponsible,
From those too deluded to accept their own confusion.
'I did not raise my child to be boisterous.
And being disrespectful to others?
I just do not allow.
IF we had more certified and qualified teachers,
These problems of 'ours' would be solved.
With increased discipline to learn to 'see' this exist.'
~AND...
You have just won two tickets to 'Fantasyland'.~
Leaving those in leadership positions,
To know there are people with limitations on their minds...
Will eventually find crimes to commit.
And at the taxpayers' expense, safety is advocated.
So they campaign to build 'more' rehabilitation centers,
For purposes to entertain the perfect existence!
Giving those confined time to occupy their minds,
To be released with increased knowledge of God!
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Paying The Price
If for no other reason they exist,
Those who have chosen to self destruct...
Have done this very effectively.
This is not a negative wish.
This is an observation of it.
And they seem to be the ones,
Who approach life from a superficial point of view.
With no depth, no insight, no ambition.
And certainly no respect or discipline shown,
To themselves or others...
They accuse for their lives of 'bad luck'.
Quick to critique the deeds of others.
With expectations to be served.
Since living to take without giving...
And use what and whoever it is,
Without replacing that with acts of gratitude...
Will not from them rise high on their agenda.
Although blaming with a fault to find is what they do.
And abuse themselves and whom they choose,
If not getting on demand what they wish...
Is not on someone else's list to prioritize,
They will promptly deceive with a getting of it.
No matter how blind the eyes in denial.
Or the expense others pay,
To refuse to accept truth.
And usually,
As time goes by...
And today time flies.
They are not alone or by themselves,
When it comes to paying the price.
They are we and we are them and all of us,
Are in this 'thing' together.
And not one of us is a Walrus.
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Dangerous Precedent
Children are failing at an alarming rate,
In public schools.
They can neither read nor write.
Quote or recite,
Anything...
From approved and acceptable literature.
However,
They do excel and achieve high marks...
At rapping and the playing of video games.
This reality is not 'becoming' a threat.
This reality IS and has been a threat,
To anyone who can see...
What the future ahead is going to be.
And the defending of this IS and has been...
A sick reflection of one's addiction to delusion.
For anyone to perceive themselves,
To be intelligent enough to say
Such freedoms to prevent,
The continued demoralizing decay
Should have such freedoms taken away
Is setting a dangerous precedent.
Has just learned what that term means.
And has decided using it to defend their ignorance,
Will gain them personal attention.
The 'dangerous precedent',
Has been in allowing the absence of respect and discipline
To infiltrate the minds of children who are raising children,
Believing the act of marketing sex and decadence
Is going to overnight produce a society of upstanding citizens.
While illiteracy becomes a prerequisite,
To obtaining a Master's Degree in Physics.
The 'dangerous precedent' had already taken effect,
When the building of prisons began to become considered...
As rehabilitation centers at the taxpayers exorbitant expense.
The 'dangerous precedent' began
When the flowing of crime hit the streets.
And anyone expressing an embittered reaction against this...
Was rumored to be 'negative' and disgruntled,
About the truth of a pretentiousness no one sought to face.
But today
People are blaming those in leadership positions,
For not being strong enough to protect their interests.
Or fight courageously to uphold their rights to entitlements.
Yeah!
It's in the 'water'.
It 'has' to be!
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An Exchanging Of Footsteps
Could it still be a possibility,
That one's life lived exclusively...
Running away from responsibility,
Can learn after many years spent...
Ignoring the benefits obtained,
In acquiring skills in arithmetic.
Or the process it takes to comprehend,
What has been read to broaden a limitation...
Accepted in one's head instead,
To begin to attach those pieces that fit.
And they eventually could sit patiently,
With a doing of this?
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Many dismissing the discipline it takes,
To quietly absorb a practice in listening...
Actually wait until it's too late,
To find someone desiring to teach an adult...
To undo those childish stunts in a mind done.
Even children in their fifties can learn!
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
A willingness to waste another's time,
Is okay.
Until it has become decided,
Someone's seriousness is ready to be displayed.
And...
Is reason enough to give away,
Those experiences acquired by someone else.
And we all can participate in the joys of life.
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
There are people all over the place,
Willing to sacrifice their time, minds and efforts...
With their experiences suffered alone to condone,
In an exchanging of footsteps!
All it takes...
Is just for 'one' of us to let this be known.
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Let us, you and me...and Mother Love,
Just for a few moments abandon realities!
And...
Use our minds to perceive of this,
Idealistically.
'Yep!
Didn't I tell you?
They were doing much more,
Than the changing of test scores...
In the teacher's lounge.'
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Teachers Challenge
It's time for the public to open up their eyes
Without the teachers how will our kids survive
What will happen to our children if they
don't have an education
They are the foundation of this great nation.
The teachers all had a dream and a goal
To teach the public young and old.
They had learned early in college
That they must gain daily knowledge.
Every day they challenge their minds
With new knowledge that they find
It does not matter what the topic may be
It all goes down into history.
They work hard at what they do
Teaching our kids and their kids too.
Teaching is not an easy task
not all kids learn that fast.
Then there are those with special needs
With which the teachers plant their seeds.
They are given a lot more patience
And a lot more care, so with them
The teachers do share.
Now is the time that money should be given
So that they can earn a decent living.
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Something Teased to Please In Prologue
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
Mental disruptions occuring without a stop.
Minds feed on evil by what's put into the mouth!
Dieting on meats and other chemicals for taste...
Takes away all senses one has,
And replaces them with those of hate.
Or something teased to please in prologue...
As those sit and wait,
For 'professionals' to debate their foolish fates!
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
And yet indoctrinations come to inoculate...
More brainwashing with empty speeches,
From those who pose no opposition,
As long as it is never too late...
To keep a leeching state of mind kept in place!
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Enjoy Your Day
You approached me to ask a question.
And taking my time to listen...
With a response I had hoped,
You would comprehend.
Not only did you not do that.
But you edited my answer...
To 'insert' what you thought,
For you did not offend.
Now you accuse me of not being direct.
You say my answer,
For you is not effective.
You inject words connected to my response,
To something you rather accept.
And I hear your attempts,
To try to comvince others...
What it is I really meant!
'Why are you leaving? '
You asked me a question.
I answered it.
Now I take my exit.
To that do you also object?
'But I think your response,
Should be open to debate.'
First of all...
You approached me.
And the time given...
I did not hesitate.
You wanted to hear something you formulate.
Something in your mind you hoped I would find.
And I'm not wasting any more of my time...
To play a game of ping pong,
With someone who has yet to learn...
The reason or the effective use of the paddle.
And besides,
If I did decide to play...
It would be with someone,
Who had something meaningful to say.
And all you wish to do is to occupy space,
In the hopes someone will come forward...
To assist you in the use of it!
'Don't you think your point of view is a bit arrogant? '
That depends!
Is that your second question?
Or should I be seeking your permission to leave?
And neither question,
Do I seek from you an answer.
But I will give you the benefit...
To decide for yourself,
Which one eventually applies!
How is that?
Enjoy your day.
'You will not be asked back here again! '
Was I not already here when you entered?
Again...
Enjoy your day!
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The Nuitritional Value Of The Food Fed
Anyone who has already been convinced,
That conflict and confrontation is a part of life...
To be accepted and tolerated,
Are those who rush to defend the acts,
Of their disrespectful children who lack discipline.
And they are among the same people...
Who question the nuitritional value of the food fed,
To those who are locked up for their crimes commited...
While spending rehabilitation time in prisons,
Learning updated ways to be corrupt and deceiving.
As those continue to spend taxpayers 'bucks'...
Denying they have a point of view,
That actively advocates an appreciation for decadence.
'No one here is debating 'why' these young people,
Must repay society for their misdeeds.
However...
We feel it is most important and imperative,
That our youth today...
Be given a daily dose of the correct percentage,
Of vitamin A, E, C and D.
With a mineral supplement to maintain a healthy appearance.'
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Force of Peace
Are we the force of peace?
And as a people,
How is that released and shown?
From whose perspective is this known?
When battle cries express victory!
With enemies to conquer.
To enforce 'our' beliefs.
Are we the force of peace?
How is it identified,
As many conflicts are ignited.
With division created!
And from this hatred is released.
If indifference to others is an observation increased...
Who determines what warhead to use,
To end the breath of those who breathe...
For purposes to win and not to lose,
An impression of power that can only express death!
Leaving not peace for those who might survive.
But a planned connived lifelessness left...
For those who believe,
Blood they shed...
Will not leave them to eternally grieve.
Are we the force of peace?
That depends...
When a determination begins,
To end an unnnecessary weeping and bleeding.
And an unconsciousness that awakens,
To realize no success meets and greets...
An obsession to feed a greeding.
One day to eventually cease...
From the minds of those who are beasts!
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Running Away From A Self Evaluation
Listen closely to those,
Who repeatedly accuse others...
For attacking them for no reason.
Or preventing their movement,
In any direction.
Or the showing of a concern,
To them not returned.
Listen and learn intently,
From those who feed doses of nonsense.
And eventually you will surmise,
Someone who has grown accustomed...
To a running away from a self evaluation.
And will use deceit and lies,
At the expense of anyone giving to them empathy!
When it is psychotherapy that is needed.
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People Seek Qualified Leadership
You may be right.
Perhaps it is his skin color,
That is disliked most about him.
However...
I've noticed many with his skin color,
In leadership positions...
Who are despised because of their intelligence.
Do you realize if having intelligence was admired,
We would be faced with few dilemmas?
For some reason...
People seek qualified leadership.
But begin to despise those qualified to lead.
No wonder the mental industry is becoming big business.
People have tremendous 'mind' problems,
Getting out of their control.
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Rotary provides training at all levels so that those who have been selected for leadership positions have the opportunity to learn and apply leadership principles to their jobs.
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Divergent Interpretations
If people honestly self examined themselves,
And their beliefs...
With scrutiny involved to solve their problems,
And issues...
They would remove the symbolism,
Found to idolize in their minds confined...
And live the lives they have no right to limit to restrict others,
From following on paths with missions to accomplish.
'Well...
My mission is to be all up in your business.'
There would be then no need to seek a passing of judgement...
As to who should be doing what, when and why,
To validate and qualify what it is one must do...
To achieve a successful journey.
From dust to dust to return back 'within' the heavens!
'That's some 'spooky' business.
I don't know if I want to be all up in that.'
But...
And with a 'however',
Too many rely on divergent interpretations,
As to how they best can be more effective...
To do what The Creator has assigned for them to get done.
When The Creator has already chosen for them,
What that mission is and those requirements.
IF people pray like they say they do to obey,
To listen to the 'voice' within them to learn...
There would be less conflict, division.
There would be more inner peace.
But,
Then...
Again,
For many it is about the materialism of deed...
To leave impressions to accept by those already seen,
Who have neglected themselves, purpose and meaning.
'You aint from around 'here'...
IS you? '
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Those Who Annoint Themselves Qualified
What institutions do you have left,
That are steadfast and valid?
Hmmm,
Well...
The only ones that seem,
To have stood the test of time...
Are your 'mental institutions'.
However...
I do question their validity.
Since those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Are the very ones responsible for the cause.
Happening at such alarming rates.
And I am glad you have asked me that question.
It just occurred to me...
Those who annoint themselves qualified,
To determine 'who' has mental issues...
Do so to keep themselves employed.
And...
Advocated for reasons why additional funding is needed,
To keep rehabilitation programs updated.
With the hiring of more qualified personnel a recommendation.
How clever.
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Brink Of Extinction
Creating with a solicitation,
A lazy and undisciplined existence.
To identify a segment of one's population,
As dysfunctional.
May for those responsible,
In the implementation of this...
Boost egos.
But cost effective?
No!
Only fools feeding an isolated greed,
Would keep this as their belief.
Only a complete ignorance,
Would perceive this approach...
To be an effective reflection of greatness.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
From the time of their birth...
Would find this uplifting to their self worth.
And not an encouragement nourishing,
One to the brink of extinction.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
Of those threatening their insecurities...
Eventually will find this point of view of superiority,
A mentally degrading aspect...
Of their own growth process and not an asset.
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Drastic Measures
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
If I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
And all else I have tried has failed.
Contemplating in hesitation,
I simply could not do.
An immediate solution is needed.
And with a quickness this should be heeded.
Delay advocates an acceptance further disrespected.
This suggests it is okay,
To continue to ignore with increased child's play.
IF I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
I would have them quarantined,
Without their 'toys'.
To show them and myself,
Just how serious their diseased behavior...
Infects.
And what this means.
And...
They would not be released,
Until the demons from them cease.
With a passing of my 'Show Me Your Gratefulness Test'...
AFTER an obstacle course,
The Marine Corp developed for children who are pests...
Has silent their mouths.
And they have begun to digest and comprehended,
Whose rules under my roof...
Will be given the utmost attention.
This,
If I should mention...
Would save tax payers millions paid,
To rehabilitate any child of mine requiring discipline.
Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
And...
Establishes a peace of mind!
However,
In these times we live where decadence thrives...
As a marketing device to divide and entice,
Drastic measures confines those to 'rights'.
With amendments and laws outdated,
And much flawed.
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I learn
I learn when I teach others
I learn when I listen
I learn when I read
I learn from children
I learn from animals
I learn from nature
I learn how to breathe
I learn how to live
I learn how to love
I learn how to be a human being
I'm always learning ...
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
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Life is for the Living.
Life is a two way street, you can go up or you can go down,
You can be ungrateful, want what you want with your limited knowledge,
And for everything just frown.
Your life can become a never ending misery, old age, sickness and you die,
Or you can listen to the wise man before your time
And learn to question everything, asking why?
Life is for the living, let go, let come what has to teach you,
Face everything with enthusiasm, gratefulness
And look always for something interesting to do.
Never stop learning how to take care of your soul, so is your body,
Be brave, face what comes, solve problems, listen
And know that life can be a beautiful melody.
You heard the wise saying that you can choose between life or malediction,
You have a free will and a self judgement built into you for protection.
What you give out or even think will return to you,
Kindness, but the truth will build you up,
Hostility and fraud hit back with sickness, problems and you'll always be blue.
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Yeah! I Can See How It All Relates
Why are the children unsupervised?
And finding it easy to commit so much crime?
Not to mention the lack of discipline,
Even their parents are finding it excusable...
To allow and permit their vacant minds.
'Sssshhh!
Will you stop with that.
There are still many asleep in denial.
They will use the customary defense,
Your point of view neglects to mention...
All the positive aspects,
Of their time spent in the newer prisons...
Offering updated rehabilitation programs,
To broaden their values...
Society then approves as accepted common sense.'
Yeah! You're right.
I see now how it all relates.
I have been too harsh with my assessments.
Thank you for reminding me of how much I've aged.
'No problem.
It took me time to adjust too.'
Yeah! I can see how it all relates.
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The Minds of Those Like These
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.
Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.
Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.
It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.
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