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Glad This Is Not My Issue

I have never been accused,
Of being patriotic.
Devoted or loyal.
Nor sacrificial to others' needs.

Whether known or not...
These activities,
Do not from other lips speak.

It has never been discussed,
How I would rush to the aid of others.
And entertain them with foolishness,
Just to see a smile come across their lips.

Although I've been called stupid on many occasions.

It has never been expressed,
My desire to do my very best.
Or to implement with discipline,
The tackling done of obstacles that come to test.

Yet...
It has been said,
I think I'm better than the rest.
Trying to impress.

I have heard comments stated in my face,
To berate what is I've attempted to do.
To then have it said...
I do what I do to seek attention.
As if there is something I need to prove.

'Can we all say, Lun-a-tic? '

And the more I value the quietness of my peace,
In a privacy I seek to protect...
I hear it said that I am lonely, eccentric and seeking friends.
And a public attention is what I address.

As I age,
I thank God my time has been spent...
In the validation of those things important.
And the sharing of events with those loved who are close.
If I had not...
I would not know whose life it is to live!
Or which of those with mental illnesses needing focus the most!

I am glad this is not my issue.
And I've got them too.
But not on these levels.

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To Then Leave

The seeking to get attention business,
Isn't all what it cracks up to be.
Those who seek no attention,
Are chased by those disbelieving,
No one wants to keep peace selfishly...
To be left alone.
And these might be the ones who first sought attention,
Initially.

Now...
Those who seek to get attention,
And with passion disguised by a lust...
Accompanied with deep breathing,
Could frighten someone seeking just to tease.
To then leave quietly...
To then go home to self satisfy.

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Within The Next Few Months

Insinuations made to misguide with a plotting,
Of a shining done of a focused spotlight...
One would like to get,
But has planted few seeds to deserve.
Is a maneuvering done by someone,
On a mission to usurp attention from another.
Only to discover...
It takes more than emoting with a seizing to hold,
An attention from those...
Who seek more than freelanced embellishments.

If discipline with a consistency is not there to be seen,
Any plotting done with insinuations to leave...
Eventually demeans the doer of this activity.
With an unintended declaration,
Of their own lack of motivation taking center stage.

'I understand what it is you 'might' have done.
However...
Unlike the others you've discussed to throw under the bus,
Can you show me more of what it is you actually do?
IF that doing of it as you have stated...
Is your desire and purpose in 'life' you wish to accomplish.'

~Well...I...uh...
Haven't quite found the time just yet!
But within the next few months...
I am certain my schedule will then allow it.~

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I Desire Only His Blessings

I've stopped attempting to find explanations,
For my thoughts.
Or, make someone feel less intimidated...
For the experiences I have,
On the avenues I've walked.

I am not seeking to please
Or satisfy another's comfort...
To discover me in a defensive position.
Needing or pleading from anyone,
Their attention.

Did I mention...
I make no excuses or seek acceptance.
I am a grown man.
And I am who I am.
I seek only God's favor.
And I desire only His blessings.
For which I am grateful.

Any forgiveness or forgetting that has to be done...
Is discussed when I am in conference with Him!
And we...my God and me,
Are not seeking outside approval!

Inspired by:
Anita Atina
Mumbai, India

'Thank you so much, Anita.
Be well, prosperous.
And enjoy your abundance of faith,
Which supplies all needs! '

Lawrence

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My World/Your World/Our World

I have accepted your comments made to me,
That I live in my own world.
And I've learned not to argue but agree.
However...
Don't you believe you should more address,
Your world.
And the mess that it is in?
Or has denial blinded you?

And keep this in mind,
It is our world...
Needing the attention.
Not specifically me you seek to demean.

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Faith Within

Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
Or seek with this acknowledgement,
A reason to complain about my circumstances.

A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.

I hear others disrespect themselves,
With criticisms directed.
I hear comments returned to them,
By those sharing a mutual unconsciousness.

Everyday I feel blessed,
To awaken and not address my ailments.
With a facing of those obstacles,
Presented on my path to test.

And yet,
I know from where my blessings come...
To on me become bestowed.
A faith within me I know exist,
Has done this.
And I am able to let go,
Of that which troubles me.

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Without Knowledge Or Skills To Address

Would others judge so quickly,
If they were selected and picked...
To be gifted with intelligence?
And expected to provide evidence of it.
On a regular basis.
With nothing else to do,
But to prove it and not disappoint.

And those who are depicted that way,
Seem only motivated to a comprehending of life.
With a listening to achieve understanding.
Hoping that a discipline to accomplish dreams...
Does not continue to depict them,
As lucky when something done that they do...
Is given an attention.

While others seek with a hoping,
That their physical attributes warrants...
A getting of some attention that is mentioned too!
Afterall...
Isn't it how one looks and not what one does,
That achieves everlasting success...
Without knowledge or skills to address?

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Given A Separate Life To Live

This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.

You know,
Just this morning I awakened...
With just this one thought on my mind.
I thought...
How can I be of more use to those,
In the catering to their self-centered ways.
And no sooner had I finished my questioning...
Here you are,
Telling me I have nothing else to do anyway.
Why should I object to fulfilling your requests?

This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
And...
I will be giving more of my attention,
To my own activities...
Very soon.

'Did I upset you?
What did I say? '

Upset?
With you?
Are you kidding.
No.
You said exactly what I needed to hear.
At the right time and hour of my life!

'Well...
Are you going to be on point or not? '

Oh...
So sharp am I going to be on point,
You may claim I am too dangerous to annoy...
From this day forward.
Knowing...
We each have been given a separate life to live.
Amen.

'AMEN? '

Amen.
Thank you.
I needed that.

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No Need to Flatter Yourself

Please...
No need to flatter yourself.
By declaring your lack of facts...
About a life I've had to live.
None of it had been based on gossip.
Nor was any part of your life,
Offered to me in trade to give.
And yet you embellish,
My experiences with relish!
But not one tear of mine that was shed...
Came from your heart!
Or your empty head!
But I must admit the attention you have given...
Has increased an interest I could not pay for.
If I could afford that service,
From a public relations firm instead!
So...
By all means,
Continue your activities!
At least I don't have to worry about publicity.
Or issue you any consultant fees,
For something you do for me absolutely free!

But I do suggest...
You should get your rest.
I will be making plans,
To boost and extend my campaign!
And I do not wish your lips to be numbed.

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Ms Eccentric

Ms Eccentric,
With your bowls of placed mints.
May I sit to inquire about your sentiments?

Why do you dine in powdered wig and gloves?
And feed bread crumbs to caged doves...
Announcing this to be an activity,
You have come to love!

Ms Eccentric,
As you sit and think of it...
Have you ever wished to be less obvious,
Doing those things intentionally meant?

Or does it make you feel better,
To get the attention you attract?
Knowing without that attention...
You would not be mentioned.
And making you bored to know that!

But you have seen to it,
No one can ignore you not one bit!
And without it to motivate...
You believe you could not exist,
Being less eccentric.
Or have someone like me,
Stop being curious enough to pay you a visit.

And I am glad you invite my curiosity with delight!
Ms Eccentric?
You know it's hard for me to show a dislike.
You know my presence feeds your appetite.

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May...Be...A Bit Uneasy With the 'Peeps

I can understand,
You are overwhelmed and shocked.
Afterall...
It only has taken,
Fourty years or more...
For the activities of this environment to sink in.

Remember when they were first brought to your attention?
And you had stated then,
My comments were too negative to mention?
And today 'my' comments seem to flow from your lips.
With a cursing done that you can not resist.

Don't you think...
Your lack of communal unity,
Is too negative to mention?
I believe your comments are a repetitive visit!
Even though you seem to have a clear grasp,
Of the lingo!

*May...be...a bit uneasy,
With the 'peeps' that pop your 'pupils'.
Ya dig? *

Oooohhh...
I love the Spring.
Especially this time of the year.
Don't you?

*NOTE:
'Peeps'? Urban slang word usage for 'people'.
Sooo, an interpretation for that line where 'peeps' is used...
Would be as such:

* 'Maybe you are a bit uneasy with the people that open your eyes.
Do you comprehend? '

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There Is No Spotlight That Comes As A Given

The making of anything look easy,
Gets the attention from those who believe it is.
And if there is any hint of notoriety attached...
Only those interested in what is done,
Seek the limelight and not the work and sweat...
Involved in the achievement of that pat on the back.

Baubles, bangles and beads...
And bright shiny things that bling to impress,
Is all most people want to address.
Assuming with success there is no stress.
Or the getting of a much needed rest.
There is no spotlight that comes as a given.

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For Wanted Dreams To Come True

There will always be envy and jealousy directed,
To the ones shown and known to possess...
An attention given to their talent and abilities,
With other skills that may be assessed.
That develops eventually a thick skin,
One learns early to wrap and protect within.

Those without this focus,
Do not comprehend it is about the work first.
And not about absurd or hurtful remarks,
Coming from those in the shadows afraid...
To apply themselves with discipline,
And many sacrifices made.

It takes more than a wishing,
For wanted dreams to come true.
And not picking through and from delusions...
Like many fantasized do.

'Can you show me how to become,
As successful as you? '

~Sure!
Get on your knees and start crawling,
Until the bleeding starts.
And your bones are exposed too! ~

'Okay.
And then what? '

~Strip butt naked.
Allow your blemishes and flaws,
To be publicly seen.
And then have someone pour on you acid,
With a proving you are willing to endure anything.~

'Are you kidding?
I wouldn't be able to live through that.'

~Then you are not wanting success.
You just seek attention upon yourself to attract.
When you are able to smile,
With wounds still carried on your back...
Your dreams will soon arrive.
And only to you will the feeling of success,
Be achieved to see them survive.~

'That's nuts.
That's a bit too crazy.
What do your recommend as an alternative? '

~Here's one you might like.
Many have discovered this to be beneficial.~

'Oh good.
Let me hear it.'

~Pick any corner in your neighborhood.
And stand there to complain about your unlucky life.
Who knows...
Maybe one day someone will decide to join you.
And eventually you will draw a group of people,
Who will prove to you there is so much there and shared...
All of you have in common.

OH.
I almost forgot.
Try the liquor stores first.
Where you live,
There's at least two within a few blocks.~

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With A Prioritized Attention Given

Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
From someone else that is mentioned.
To show they are willing,
To give another attention.
Something given to be received,
And acknowledged.
That satisfies a 'soul' to behold.

It seems unfair!
Not right,
That few appear to hog all of the attention.
All of the time.
Day 'and' night.
And some even making appearances,
Unintended.
In dreams of others unannounced.
Then disappear from sight.
As if they were invited.
To come and go as they please.
No wonder people are uptight.

Have you ever stopped to think.
Why is some create tension?
That end in conflict.
Or prolonging of unnecessary fights.
From birth this seems to be our first appetite.
We demand to get that attention fed.

Everyone living life,
Needs a little taste.
Of whatever for them will excite.
With a prioritized attention given.
A spoiled child whining.
With determination,
Will get some of it.

That's why many develop unhealthy addictions.
Smoking, drinking and over eating.
Whatever it is.
Something inside is needing to feed,
The grabbing of others' eyes.
Even if it takes an accidental stumbling into someone...
On public streets.
To then apologize.
Some kind of contact from another is what we all seek.
Whether or not that contact is obnoxious.

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The Times We Now Live That Takes Away Breaths

In the disarray of these days we now face,
I keep my concentration focused upon my deeds.
And less upon comments made by others,
About me...
My deeds.
And what beliefs about me they whisper,
To others giving them time to listen.

I could only wish people like that...
A less traumatic awakening.
Since I seek the company,
Of those few who are awake.

To mature AND awaken to accept,
The times we now live that takes away breaths...
In a neck breaking speed,
Is here.
And so blessed is the feeling,
To have one's peace of mind intact!
That's a fact!

And 'that' takes a long time in development.
It comes with experiencing life and not rehearsing it...
As some would think.
Or kept practiced as if to impress.
As some still do!

Life is much too precious to accept foolishness.
And that is...
But just one of the many of the many many lessons...
I have had to learn.

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To Value Things To Chase

To value things to chase,
Seems such a waste of life.
And this becomes realized,
Once those things chased...
Become less important,
To run after 'if' one can still...
Remember the doing of this!
OR can move,
From a self inflicted confinement.

And the waste of time to live life,
As one would like to do basically...
Eventually becomes regretted.
With wishes they had lived life...
Not in attempts to convice someone,
OR anyone they could impress...
With the getting of attention.

'If I had the time and energy to do those things,
I really wanted to do...
I would do them.'

I've heard that so many times before,
Form those who had the time and energy.
But wasted both complaining,
About what they didn't have and 'who' undeserving did.

'You don't understand.'

You are right!
And I'm not giving you the time,
To hear you reminisce about the swiftness of life.
With wishes of wanting to waste 'my' time as you'd like.
And call that whatever you choose.

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Misunderstanding Your Methods

Please...
Spare me the wide eyed sincerity.
If you were,
As you've stated...
'Championing 'MY' Cause'
Your approach to doing so,
Would involve less defamation...
Of my character.
And more of a supportive endorsement.
I would think.

You yelling, 'Off with his head! '
Whenever I appear in public...
Does not provide the right security,
I am currently needing.
Or...
That you are inspired with the right motivation.

I need to be convinced,
Your activities are actually for my benefit!
Not against it.

And...
Just perhaps,
I am just misunderstanding your methods...
And this new strategy to attract positive attention.

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That Is Seldom Expressed

There is a huge difference between,
Expressing one's concern...
And fostering negativity.

Comments such as:

'Hang in there! '
Expresses a stagnant,
And limited movement.
With the chances of little to accomplish!
But to swing back and forth,
From a position fixed.

'Stay optimistic! '
As if one isn't.
So to belabor this point,
Confirms one should not make attempts.
Like a dog chasing its own tail.
Hoping one day to discover it is attached.

'Be Positive! '
This comment generally comes from someone,
Who initiates the question,
'How are you doing? '
And no matter how jovial the response,
Or blatant good feelings observed...
Someone will interpret this,
As being insincere.
And that happens on many occasions.

And my all time favorite...
'It can always be worse! '
Now...
This implies that the person
Should not stop trying to make things,
As negative as possible!
In fact...
The moment this is expressed,
Visions of one's dilemma...
Are targeted on becoming worse.
Or getting as close to it as possible.
And one should seek to accomplish,
Seeking to be at the bottom of a pit!

How can this be handled?
Be grateful and appreciate your blessings...
At 'all' times.
No matter how full your cup overfloweth.
Feel it!
No one has to know it.

And 'that' is seldom expressed!

Remember...
Happiness and peace of mind,
Are envied.
People can not accept,
They can live without regrets!

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Either Now...Or Later!

You are correct.
I could not agree with you more.

I have not been in touch with you.
Nor have I bother to call,
In a few months.

You have a song and dance routine,
I've seen and heard consistently unchanged...
For years.

Your ears remain closed to suggestions,
I propose.
And you say my life lived is delusional.
Since I choose to be uplifted and positive.

I find it incredible that someone like you,
Who quotes from scriptures.
And speaks in tongues with such fortitude...
That God would not listen with the utmost attention!
And your life would then have less,
Of a negative judgemental attitude...
Needing you to address.

Unless God and what I have to you to mention,
Isn't returning to you what your ears wish to hear.
The messages sent to you are ignored.
And your understanding of God,
Is a comprehension for you that isn't near.

However...
One thing I know is absolutely certain!
I am not as nearly as patient as God.
I have yet to be gifted with that kind of time to waste.
Or chase you in games of hide and seek,
While you take notes as to which quotes to provoke.

You are correct.
I could not agree with you more.

I have not been in touch with you.
Nor have I bother to call,
In a few months.

And right now a dialtone given to you,
From the bottom of my giving heart...
Is the only 'thing' I can see useful to you I can offer.

At least in my generous giving of it to you...
You can choose to quickly call someone else?
Either now...or later.
Or elect to sit...
In your own undisturbed quietness!

To you I hope a peace of mind comes.
Either now...
To appreciate.
Or later...
When only God knows,
Whether of not...
If this has been to your advantage.

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Knowing I Can Not Accept Less

When I approached...
I could not keep,
My sincerety from reeking.
I sought to seek your closeness.

Concerns I expressed,
With a heartfelt depthness.
Yet,
This became a sign for you...
To undo my goodwill.
And attempts to bring you joy.
I came to offer myself.
Hoping for a future,
The two of us could build together.

But you chose to see this,
From a limited perspective.
And from that mindset,
I have elected to disconnect.

If you are prepared,
To disrespect a sharing of my happiness...
What from you would come next?
Shallow comments made...
About whose life lived is best?

After taking the time to neglect my own steps,
Why should I linger in regret...
Knowing I can not accept less,
Than what is expected from you!
More abuse to confuse the issue?
I think not!

And in review of what has been done.
Giving in a way to you I pursued...
That has been thorough and thoughtlessly crude.
With a mindlessness shown to shun?
Why should I wish,
For a mending of this distance?
Needing not for me to miss.

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With Their Wishes To Be 'Freaky

I think I've been called,
Every derogatory name there is.
When I was a kid that use to bother me.
Especially those names I couldn't spell.
I had at one time collected them.
To see which ones I preferred.

So...
To entertain,
I admit I then did some things that were strange.

Many years have passed,
And even today I'm considered 'eccentric'.
As if I did not spend my life pursuing this!
Status quo folks bore me to tears.
With their 'normal' way of doing things...
'Whatever' today people consider that 'is'.

And as I reach to seek for more challenges,
I realize I've almost outdone myself.
Believing I was made to test the waters,
Before anyone else.
And a few have sought me out to give advice.
With their wishes to be 'freaky' without paying the price.

'Back off!
I've earned this! '

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