From An Eye to Mind Point of View
Little of my life is spent,
Living it by 'quotations'.
Researched to uncover...
Someone 'selected'
To have respected 'intelligence'.
Observation...
And personal experience,
Has been a 'teaching' process...
Of my valued learning.
As I yearn to adventure more.
Exploring life,
From an eye to mind point of view.
That delivers from outside...
My insight that becomes assisted,
By this accepted invitation...
I am not so quick to dismiss as lived.
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All That Is Regarded Foolishness
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
Not many are fortunate to survive,
Through life threatening diseases.
To then step aside with their eyes open wide,
With a freeing of themselves from insecurities left...
Hidden deep inside to confront and rid.
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
But when that moment in time comes,
An accepting of one's flaws and blemishes are done.
With a leaving behind trivial nonsense.
And all that is regarded as foolishness,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Yesterday and those mistakes made,
And all that is regarded as foolishness...
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Wishing for excuses and alibis to create,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
And all that is regarded as foolishness disappears.
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Dear Interpreter Of My Life
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
With your assessing insight.
There are times I find,
Your comments quite amusing.
And other times they annoy...
Since within my mind,
Many experiences...
Have been employed.
Dear interpreter of my life.
And how I've come to live it...
From your point of view.
I do my best to respect opinion.
I do my best to bite my tongue.
I do my best,
Not to debate the life I've lived.
Because a comprehension,
Prevents comparisons to others...
Who are on separate missions!
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There Is a Mission Commissioned
Born with desire inside,
Requiring each flight...
To be unique and different.
Exploring fresh destinations.
And commanding a wider vision,
On things.
On things freed from labelling...
That a limited mind,
Brings.
When unawakened.
And grounded to foundations,
Unchanged and shaking.
Breaking insights!
With the clipping of wings.
There is a mission commissioned,
By the very experience of one's birth.
To adventure a life given,
And to pride its worth.
With a sharing that becomes more valued...
Upon the Earth.
When that landing comes,
Within an opened consciousness...
Becomes realized.
And treasured by a witnessing.
There is a desire inside,
Requiring each flight...
To be unique and different.
Exploring fresh destinations.
And commanding a wider vision,
On things.
On things freed from labelling...
That a limited mind,
Brings.
When unawakened.
There is a mission commissioned!
With an assignment accepted.
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Undecided
The process of learning,
Becomes more valued upon observation...
And the acknowledgement of truth!
Reality should remove conditions for debate.
It would seem to aid those in doubt.
With little to figure out.
But many refuse to see...
What 'is' for what it 'is'.
As they seek confirmation,
For their delusions kept!
And that is why so many are left,
To choose the more painless side of life.
While wishing to live it to remain undecided.
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If I Am Not Committed To Its Existence
My life!
And the total living,
Of the experience of it...
Has afforded me the many lessons,
Learned and given...
By being discipline, observant and listening.
Although I admit those teachings,
Did not sink in to begin...
Until my opinions,
Of how others lived their lives...
Beyond and outside of my vision,
Ceased to end my judgements passed.
And that is when my life,
Began a whole new adventure....
On a more personal path.
Without my nose being in someone else's business.
Or believed I had 'all' the answers,
When too many questions I had...
About my own existence that took top position.
And with God's assistance...
I learned how to shut my mouth.
And with my eyes and ears open,
I grew to know when and how to pay attention.
Allowing me to grow to know that which I am still learning.
To live and let live to leave alone if that is God's wish!
Especially if I am not committed to its existence.
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When Communicating My Needs
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
Some who assume others are intelligent,
Do their best to try to impress with their own...
Mental abilities.
As if the basicness of communication,
Is only used to grunt sexual expectations.
And it seems the most unattractive people...
Grunt words I can not pronounce.
There are times I feel 'lofty'
And have a need to express my intelligence.
That combination of experience, insight and observation...
Is seeking a way to express itself.
And when in the mood...
I can soar to heights and care less I am understood.
However...
It is very important to me to be absolutely clear,
In exchanging dialogue with anyone.
With the understanding,
When communicating my needs...
I prefer to keep that as basic as possible!
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There Are Those Who Try Hard To Convince
Someone living a life lived,
With a lesser experience...
Could not assess with a depth that qualifies,
A probing of one's life spent...
Being challenged and unafraid to become diversified.
Even though there are those who 'try' hard to convince,
They are the creators of intelligence.
And market common sense...
Whenever someone happens to accidentally visit,
The exclusiveness of their comfort zones.
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We Have Been Learning From Life
We have been learning from life from the day we've learned to crawl
And our gift of life 'twould seem to me is our greatest gift of all
And those who believe they know it all to themselves only lie
For we will be learning from life until the day we die
And life is never easy for many it would seem
So many low in confidence and low in self esteem
Those who aspire to great things treat lack of success as defeat
So many disappointed people living on every street
Of every town and city and that is Worldwide
A lack of success for many goes with a lack of pride
And that's how it has always been and how it will remain
Without personal success many believe respect you cannot gain
We have been learning from life before we crawled on the bedroom floor
And we would be learning from life if we lived for ten thousand years or more.
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To Get Done And With Competence
I don't intend to offend when I begin,
To write...
It just happens,
Within my scope of a life I define...
From my point of view.
And,
Hey...
This point of view is mine!
Today...
I am not selling congeniality.
Nor am I embittered with that kind of...
Mood swinging attitude,
Like some say I am since I do walk,
As if I've got swagger.
And not pulling myself,
Through a field of molasses.
You know...
Like the ones who humble themselves,
To be accepted while filling out a job application.
With their bowed heads and upturned eyes?
And their smile-on-cue demeanors.
I am respectful not a clown!
And I do not 'yes' my way through conversations.
If I have an opinion...
I might express it 'If' I am challenged,
To apply my experience and intelligence...
When communicating a seriousness left,
I wish to leave.
Although I have had my share of injustices.
Some blatant and some masked as if...
I am to understand my minority status,
As a declared human being.
And people who approach me that way,
Are left learning a few lessons.
'The world is a classroom.'
Whenever there is a need to be taught,
A few things about life.
Since I do enjoy delivering...
Some concepts of my own.
I don't often 'trip' like that!
And it does offend those who believe,
I should know my place!
And their place?
Not to get in my way...
If I am expected to perform a task,
To get done and with competence.
Which to 'them' and those like them...
Is another thing that offends.
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Life is not A question, But It is an experience!
Life is not a question that to be
solved,
it should be experienced!
Life is that experience of facing
and solving problems,
toughest is to know the one who experience.
The evolution of life itself is story
of trial and error!
life itself is that greatest observer
of itself!
The vision of invisible viewing through mortal eyes,
hearing the silent eloquent by mortal ears,
touching the one beyond touch by mortal skin,
Smelling the one odourfree by mortal nose,
Tasting the one who is tastefree by mortal tongue
Immortal showing up as mortal!
Life is an experience between birth and death,
coming here as nothing,
Learning to love and hate,
Learning to work and expect fruits,
developing skill to use senses and devices,
Learning to use mind and intelligence,
Learning and conveying message,
The message of immortal to mortal,
The truth itself in pursuit of Truth!
Life itself is that truth,
looks like an experience
that constantly puts
its own existence
on trial...
The one who had born has to die,
But one who is eternal continues his eternal play!
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Those Kinds Of Branding To Label Traps
Do I have a 'Doctorate's Degree? '
No!
Nor is my approach and methods to learning,
Certifiably accepted by those approved...
Who do have such credentials.
But I am blessed to observe,
And connect with a consciousness...
I did not earn to be professed.
Or be one labelled as a scholar,
To prove a thought process within me that yearns.
And not a book do I read that has helped me achieve,
A common sense.
With experience and a willingness to learn,
Has assisted in the documenting...
What may be perceived as an approved 'Ivy Leaguer'.
I could not afford,
To waste my resources...
On those kinds of branding to label traps.
I've been saved from living my life,
Limited to impress others like that.
And nothing I believe in,
Has been certified to be classified...
With stamps of approval to identify as controlled.
To maintain standards beheld to uphold to teach...
A releasing of comprehension that limits one's attention span.
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Value Of It All
When does the teaching process end?
And the learning of lessons begin...
Starting the arrival of experience?
And not far behind is a common sense,
Waiting to be triggered without a nudge?
It is there connecting all of this,
Without a budge!
Ready when needed.
However...
If a mind relies too much on books,
To lead to a life reflecting what is written...
As common as it may seem,
A sense expected is missing.
And if a mind begins to lose sight
Of experience, lessons taught
AND common sense...
There will be problems.
Big time ego ones!
Who pays?
And at what cost?
Especially...
If the value of it all is lost!
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Everything Once Familiar
A standard valued and a way of life lived,
Is crushing those with a fixed point of view.
Everything once familiar,
Known and kept in place...
Is slipping away faster,
Than anyone can retrace the importance.
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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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Please Do Not Take This Personally
I am impressed by your progress.
And 'controlled' ability to listen.
'That' I applaud.
We both have shown tremendous growth.
However,
I must bring this to your attention!
That you still refuse to regard my opinion,
Is a matter of your own survival.
I can only extend my best wishes.
But I will 'suggest' this...
Maybe vacating the entire building,
Before the wrecking ball swings.
And the building gets hit?
Leaving it,
Will decrease my 'suspicions'...
That you and your followers will suffer fatalities.
And maybe life long injuries that 'will' exist!
I'm not wishing this.
Perhaps it is an 'intuitive' perception.
Perhaps?
'How would you know this?
What experience do you have?
Why do you attempt to undermine my leadership?
And question my competence?
When 'that' stirs your jealousy.
And to see it is so sad!
When you can produce documented proof,
Perhaps 'then' your 'opinions...
Will be for us more significant.
Until then,
Things will be done as I see fit!
And I can see already,
You are envious of this!
Right now,
And please do not take this personally!
But right now,
I see you as an arrogant and egotistical opportunist!
Using that wrecking ball as a means to make a point,
You have yet to prove.'
You are right.
We do have communication problems.
However...
I do not foresee them as being in our way too much longer!
'I'm glad you have finally come to your senses.
You are not the only one,
With insight and observation.
And seeing it from our point of view,
There will be lessons learned for you.'
You have no idea!
And by the way...
No!
I don't.
I don't take these lessons to be learned,
As personal at all!
Not on these levels of such clarity.
In fact,
I am honored to have you teach them to me.
Lessons like these are life changing!
And once in a lifetime do they come.
Bon Voyage!
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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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Put Living Life On Your Agenda
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
It may seem that way,
But it doesn't have to be.
While you were working hard on a 9 to 5,
Others were working behind your back...
Cheating for an easier life,
And lieing and deceiving comfortably...
Day and night!
And if you are angry,
You have every right to be.
However...
You are not alone!
You are not the only one,
Trick by a way of life...
Your standards have condoned.
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
The first sign of trouble didn't faze you at all.
There were clues laid all over the place...
A decadence beginning was being thrown in your face.
The first time you accepted disrespect from someone...
That was a hint,
At least a clue...
You were not the only one to whom that was being done.
And remember making decisions not to become involved?
You shouldn't have turned your back!
What is happening today...
Could have then been easily solved,
Corrected and kept from attack.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
You may as well.
Things you valued and people trusted...
Seem to all have gone to hell.
And you really didn't care.
If you did what you should have done yesterday...
Was not to observe the crumbling done around you.
Something said would have prevented it instead.
And none of it,
Would have existed.
So...
Put living life on your agenda!
And get rid of everything else you've been doing.
Because whatever it is you've done,
Has not worked to your advantage.
Not if you are crying about your wants and losses!
You relied upon someone else,
To decide what was valued...
And what was to be tossed away.
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My Choice Is to Make History
I'm one to adventure life.
Accepting it as a process.
I feel blessed to be granted it to bloom, flourish and grow.
Seeking purpose.
And when that purpose is fulfilled,
It then is time to move on!
Like each season that acknowledges the next.
Never to overstay a visit!
I too have those same wishes.
To remain unchallenged,
I know is not my mission.
And as long as I am blessed with my life,
I will seek the unknown.
To uncover it.
To leave behind for someone to discover I existed.
My choice is to make history.
Not relive it!
At times it can become uncomfortable.
But no learning I've ever achieved,
Came easy.
Or resulted from a path cleared of obstacles.
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Not Addressed
If something is not wanted,
In one's life or environment...
Does it have to be accepted?
Especially when options,
Are given to be selected.
Is it ridiculous to listen,
To those with sustained complaints?
Or support those who embellish their circumstances,
Without restraint.
We live in those times when a focused mind is hard to find.
And when one is discovered,
It seems others do their best...
To dismiss the direct honestness of it.
Since this is not addressed on anyone's priority list.
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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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