Going, Going, Gone
Going, going, gone!
The pulchritude of those who believe,
They were born to lead.
And have been blessed...
With superior intelligence.
Going, going, gone...
Is that mindset!
Going, going, gone!
Stereotyping others,
With the depiction of them being lazy,
Shiftless and ignorant.
This pendulum has already swung.
Reality for many has clearly begun.
Going, going, gone!
Thoughtlessness.
Too much of it existing has not been addressed.
Out of necessity a 'thoughtfulness' to protect the shores.
There seems to be an acknowledgement today...
Of what is not 'mine' exclusively,
But also 'ours' and also 'yours'.
Going, going, gone!
Ethnic jokes and the fools who tell them.
There is nothing funny about watching 'certain' people,
Making fun of the plight of others...
As their druthers has humanity,
Sitting at the brink of disaster.
Because they believe they have been the chosen ones.
There is nothing laughable in the observation,
As to what 'these' people have done!
And going, going, gone...
Are their beliefs with philosophies.
And their blatant madness.
Perhaps they are wizards of delusion.
However...
They have not proven they have been,
Masters of Ecology nor will ever be!
That's for sure.
With an arrogance to destroy 'my' planet?
I don't think so!
Some folks like that will just have to go.
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Shifting Images
Remember when mean spirited people,
Told their ethnic jokes.
And those within listening distance,
Would repeat them and laughed...
As they undermined and disrespected,
While poking at those 'other' folks.
And remember those days,
People felt safe to offend others.
As if they were entitled,
To proclaim publicly their druthers.
As some around them quietly endured,
And suffered.
Remember when people were hired to window dress?
To give an impression an acceptance was 'allowed'...
Although uncomfortably addressed.
And remember when it was expected,
Those with their noses turned up in the air...
Would climb on their high horses,
And remain forever there!
Remember when mean spirited people,
Told their ethnic jokes.
And those within listening distance,
Would repeat them and laughed...
As they undermined and disrespected,
While poking at those 'other' folks.
Remember when Roger Miller sang:
'England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles two by two.
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben.
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.'
That song was written in 1965.
The same year I decided to join the military.
It was considered to be a 'country' song then.
Filled with playful and innocent cuteness.
Today?
It just seems like an ironic satire,
With several shifting images.
No one these days,
Seems that inspired to acquire.
Note:
'Thank you, Mister Roger Miller'
Composer/Singer
~lsp~
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The Belief System
Some folks do things,
Because they want others to 'believe'...
They 'are' somebody.
Who knows what's up,
The sleeves of people like these.
And those folks with 'beliefs'
Who know they have 'always' been 'somebody'
Don't need to look for acknowledgement.
They are going to get it anyway.
Because of who they are!
And wherever they are...
Good deeds done,
Seem to be always something done they do.
There is no belief system used to convince.
There is an obviousness without the need to mention.
It is in the existence,
That transcends what may or may not be...
What comes forward off of people's lips,
For others to physically with their eyes see.
And...
It is not because of what they want others to believe!
That this is so,
From embellished exaggerations.
Entertaining and released from an implementation.
And fantasies from them born...
To come to life and grow!
It is in the observation,
That proves a deserving worthiness...
Upon which others bestow,
Those of merit that receive attention.
Leaving to be distanced,
Those folks who wish others to believe
They are 'somebody'.
And they are...
Provoked into some self serving action.
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
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Whether Conscious or Not
As long as others,
Were subjects of their poked jokes...
These agitating folks were satisfied to live,
Unapologetically.
Free of guilt!
And accountability!
Nor did they think deeply,
About the affects of wearing sheets with peepholes.
And whose state of mind these acts would upset.
They were mobs much like a cancerous glob.
Yearning to hang or burn...
Human beings they deemed,
From them had lessons to learn!
And today this same mindset,
Has not through time been addressed.
That same ignorance defends insecurities.
With absurdities blatant.
And masked to distract...
An attraction for mentioned bigotries!
Although their states are 'mapped'...
And appear united.
These folks are divided by their racist remarks!
Most of them say,
This is not their way today!
But a debating of their policies believed.
Those implemented,
And meant to stay!
But those of color know,
Too well their lives of limitation.
And who amongst them sit imprisoned.
By laws that intend,
To keep them suppressed.
With wings to obtain in an 'afterlife'...
So in 'this' life,
An obedience from them is expected!
And then there are those skilled to speak,
From both sides of their mouths.
And 'this' from their institutions,
They are more than glad to teach!
Even from pulpits...
Their philosophies are outreached.
While delivering observations,
Uncommitted from atop high fences.
They are convinced verses spewed...
Are remembered sacred scriptures,
That should depict them as chosen victors!
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Upset With His Progress
No one expected him to be as qualified as he is.
They believed his leadership would be a joke.
Although his intelligence was cleary there when he spoke.
Those few with their talk shows,
Campaigned for his failure.
With attempts to hold him responsible,
For the affect of their greed.
That the economy is on the brink of doom...
Is a direct result of their own gluttony.
They say they are not racist.
But it is obvious they have contempt.
Having a black man in his position.
Stirs a bigotry used as a defense.
They say he hasn't kept any promises at all.
But with his leadership,
A spiralling fall has been stalled.
Hopefully to be prevented.
Yet with the balls he juggles,
And his determination to succeed.
They wish to blame him for all of their mistakes.
Even the ones they self inflicted.
To cause themselves to bleed.
And hiding behind these excuses used...
Has been an ingredient for their past victories.
History has shown them to be a people afraid of truth.
But deceit can't keep them forever dishonest.
Since today reality is in pursuit.
No one expected him to be as qualified as he is.
They believed his leadership would be a joke.
Although his intelligence was cleary there when he spoke.
And he speaks with a wisdom,
Unbiased and direct.
And this keeps them angered!
Upset with his progress.
They are so blind.
And so far behind the times.
On all levels of their consciousness expressed...
Stalled in a mindset that generates their unrest.
'Those people! '
~What do you mean by that? ~
'We've done everything in our power,
To prove them ignorant!
And here he is with his arrogance.
Showing the world not only his talents.
But also that he represents,
A people of integrity, high self esteem and brilliance.
You have no idea how that pisses,
Those who wish to dismiss it! '
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You Just Want Me to Preach
Our 'children' are killing each other.
Society and the 'church' has allowed this.
Not spirituality with a consciousness.
Who buys into conflicts to have that condone?
And talk about the 'Devil'?
When only devilment is known.
As if a practice to be shown.
And people talk about themselves,
In despicable tones.
Even sitting next to one another...
To 'worship' and be entertained,
Under stadium domes.
And those who profess they know God...
Say so.
And that is overblown.
If folks can not see this,
They are blind to everything else.
They are caught up in image,
And not substance.
And blatant decadence is the evidence.
They are into pretense and nonsense!
And most definitely into themselves.
Sharing grief is their reality.
Ignoring their own soldiers they put to war,
Is their 'thing'.
Having 'bling' is their commander!
And anyone who claims to pray for peace,
And receives none...
They are going through the motions,
Of looking to impress.
And 'that' should be addressed.
To lift them out of their own created mess.
Instead of trying to correct,
An accepted physicality of things.
And a host of inanimated objects to posses.
With a sadness delivered.
And the madness that it brings!
Please!
You just want me to preach.
And I ain't in the mood to do it.
I just offer my opinions unsolicited.
I don't have to be ordained,
To say the same thing from a pulpit!
To convince what God wants.
And observe those in denial,
Objecting to a reality in disbelief.
As if to ignore it will bring them relief.
Please!
You just want me to preach.
And I ain't in the mood to do it.
Especially when an unconscious mindset,
Has been drugged to be numbed...
Deluded and succumbed.
And totally out of reach.
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A Legitimate Observation
To manipulate themselves with a cleverness,
That has them facing a brick wall...
With nowhere else to go.
And to defy in a smugness...
An acknowledgement of this.
And yet...
Uphold an honor in being thickheaded,
Is...
Ignorant?
Foolish?
Stupid?
Or...
Are they just a bunch of folks out to prove,
They can choose to defeat themselves...
Without anyone's assistance to help them.
Take your pick.
Whatever you decide,
Will be a legitimate observation...
Of a people unconscious of imposing their own failure.
And doing it as if to show others how this can be done.
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Smelling Salts
Why do the people with the least intelligence,
Get the most attention?
This is a trick question,
Isn't it?
Are you filming a 'Reality Show'?
Where are the cameras?
'There are not cameras,
I am serious.
Why do you think,
Those of intelligence are the least admired?
And they may be highly qualified too.
But they seem the last to be hired.'
Well...
Let's agree on this.
Look around you.
How much of what 'you' observe,
Is a result of displaying collective competence?
'Can you be more specific? '
I'll try.
But I don't want to blow my cover.
Being considered a fool has gotten me by.
However...
I will offer this as an hypothesis.
'Sure, go ahead.'
If you were in business,
Of selling a commodity or a message.
And you were doing that,
For the purposes of earning money?
Would you just choose to sell to those of intelligence?
Or...
Would you care less who had the money?
As long as your needs were met and addressed?
'But that would not lead to a fair assessment.'
A 'fair' what?
ASSESSMENT?
Here.
Take this. It's free.
And on me.
However...
If for any reason you decide you would like to franchise?
I'll have to charge you a franchise fee.
'What is this? '
Smelling salts!
And trust me...
You have just proven there is a fortune to be made,
In the selling of it.
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Bill Cosby
No punches pulled!
Straight up and in your face.
A man tells of disturbing events...
Absolutely making no sense.
Speaks he does,
To a particular race.
And what they continue to do,
To themselves and children too...
Is a disgrace!
And saying so,
A stance he takes!
How can lack of discipline,
Be something to be admired?
How can uninspired people...
Expect so much,
With a collapse of disregard.
Entertained by fantasy!
Fed by delusion.
Nourishing empty minds long retired!
A heritage disrespected...
From neglect and irresponsibility.
Slipping and sliding into oblivion.
A conformity wished...
That is blissed with unconsciousness!
This truth expressed.
Is this the hopelessness digested?
Publicly addressed...
Are the comments of Bill Cosby!
Dedicated To:
Bill Cosby
For his wisdom, honesty and insight!
'An ignorance does not deserve appreciation!
What it needs is an honesty that is bared and addressed! '
~LSP~
Thank you, Bill! I so admire your intelligence.
You are, indeed, a friend of humanity.
And a truth so many can not face today!
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Born To Win
Some people are born with spunk
And some with just lazy genes
Some people are blessed with grit
They understand what Work means.
But some people are born to complain
To blame everyone and everything.
To listen to them, what a pain!
They never get to the point of Trying.
If other people can achieve
A better life for themselves by trying
I wonder why some people believe
They were born to lose, yet go on living?
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Unmistakable Certainty
Those who have decided,
To annoint themselves 'The Chosen People'
With a dictation of policy for humanity to follow...
Must not be getting any sleep these days.
Since their hypocriticisms,
Are creating nose bleeds all over the place...
From the fast opening of once closed tight,
Closeted doors...
Those self righteous hid behind.
And they are finding themselves on foreign shores,
Assisting in the spreading of more of their havoc.
And those of other cultures and beliefs,
Are showing with unmistakable certainty...
They've have had it with philosophies,
Deceived with racist bigotries.
With a wish their 'interests' would disappear,
From their lands with purposes to pillage their resources.
Clever disceptions are no longer embraced to feed exclusive greed.
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Glitz, Glimmer and Rhinestone
For some reason,
Glitz, glimmer and rhinestone...
Seem to go together.
Like movies and TV.
And some people overheard in conversation.
If someone is in the need of costuming,
To enhance a 'theme'...
Or dress up to play 'make believe',
One would think people generally leave the 'real' stuff
Behind...
With an acknowledgement in their minds,
There is a time and a place that seperates fact...
From fiction.
And making long lasting impressions,
Requires one to be in touch with a bit of honesty.
At least the kind of honesty that is removed from gloss.
Unless...
Everyone has been in costume.
And those accustomed to being fake...
Take for granted,
That everything connected to life...
As they know life to be,
Has always been one they fantasized.
And lieing to oneself is accepted.
Since going through the motions is all one knows.
Isn't fake the new reality,
Today.
Even when the cameras are 'on'.
To catch what it is,
Being what it is!
Whatever 'What-it-is'...
Is!
And folks are being paid to...
Downgrade!
THAT is 'reality' for far too many people!
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Lazy People
Lazy is as lazy does,
Which is do nothing really,
Coz Lazy is as always does,
Make us do nothing freely.
Lazy people are no crazy people.
Lazy people are truly smart people.
Fast tricks, short fix type of people.
So Lazy has it's good and bad,
Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.
We have our lazy days,
We have our lazy ways.
Do you qualify the breed?
Bring your eyes to feed,
On lazy poems, read.
2009
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
People will find themselves delusion free.
And committed to priorities...
Greed and fantasies did not allow them to be.
An awakening of sorts,
Will have them questioning their religious beliefs.
Since those philosophies held onto...
Created their conflicts and their grief!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Remember those times and days of respect?
Expect more of that sincerely reflected.
Accept kindness expressed,
From those you did not expect.
And reject temptation to extend bitterness.
There will be many who will wish to increase peace.
To see the nonsense kept in declaring who is inferior...
As superiority over others,
Will from their minds decrease.
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Protective thoughts to defend,
Of what is not yours but mine will come to an end.
Since an introduction of a higher consciousness will take affect.
To inspire goodwill for all humanity!
And all who invested in 'things' they lost...
Will discover they have become happier.
To achieve this without paying the cost!
With wishes of simplicity...
To become the focused objectivity!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
A new beginning comes.
With a clarity of mind that defines reality!
And leaving behind divisions and nonsense.
Of all kinds.
That's what folks will find,
In 2-0-0-9.
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Splendid Questions
Going to areas of mine is splendid,
People resent this when considered.
My questions are too complex,
My wizards are too splendid,
Why do goggles blend with the motion of sight?
Never please erase a question worthy,
Anything above the ordinary.
My splendid camera of jokes is upon us,
Watching is like pain when considered.
To fascinate the brain calls an answer
To the problems of too many people who are widespread.
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The Evidence Is Obvious
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
They say, 'Nothing is near us.
We are kings/queens of the universe! '
But their restrictions limited by inflictions...
Can not see,
We have been monitored constantly!
'It' is already here!
That powerful force...
We are told does not appear.
With abilities beyond,
What we hold dear!
It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!
The evidence is obvious,
As we are told to ignore truth...
And concentrate on terrorists!
With the assistance of strategists,
Doing their best...
To manipulate what we see and digest!
Proving there is no death!
Perhaps a transference of indifference...
We shed!
To lift us to other dimensions instead!
People are seeing 'things'!
That can not be describe as white,
With blond hair!
Green or blue blood shot eyes!
Goodbye reality!
There are just too many holes...
In the ability to maintain,
A stability going down the drain!
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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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No Interruptions
This is the deal:
You will either be trapped in madness...
Or you will be released to express bitterness!
This is your option:
Free yourself immediately,
From delusions of all kinds.
With one objective:
Realize nothing done and accepted,
Did not happen without your acknowledgement!
And if you have any claims of not knowing anything...
#1...your madness personalized will have company.
Know it and try not to outdo your hysterics!
#2...your released bitterness expressed...
Although a little late showing the outraged,
Will subside!
Eventually.
Either way...
You are not going to be alone!
Whatever the experience chosen,
Has been condoned.
Those denials you doubted and put on trial?
Have now become realities flourished.
Encouraged by the nourishing...
Of your acceptance of disbelief!
Those disbeliefs were never fantasized.
They were there but you shifted your eyes aside.
And there is nothing about them now,
That should be misunderstood.
Since you have paid the price...
Determining to keep your beliefs unchanged!
Holding onto a way of life as best as you could!
And everyone,
That you witnessed who kept reality shunned...
And now find themselves purchasing guns,
To protect themselves from an ignorance done...
To themselves and loved ones,
Go down the drain!
With those values and standards,
Historically 'said' to have been maintained!
Contained within pretentions insisted.
And you know they were yours to inflict!
With every rewriting done to it!
However and forevermore...
There is one thing comforting in all of this!
At least you have proven,
Your way to totally self destruct...
Has had no interruptions!
And comes at a time when self obsession,
Has been replaced with self examination!
At the expense...
Of your self indulging wasted existence!
And this, of course...
Your technology and experience,
Has without secret kept endorsed!
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Labelled Dissidents And Unpatriotic
Could it be...
That millions of people globally,
Are nonconforming militants...
Daring to face deception?
Because now they see a truth,
Never before to them seen?
And on much smaller screens.
Or are they just a few disgruntled,
And disillusioned people...
Angered because the amusement park,
Has run out of cotton candy and roasted peanuts.
And have shortened visitation hours for the caged gorillas,
Seen on a daily basis...
Doing their much adored and trained hip hop routines.
Therefore...
Crowds of people are being forced to leave by violent means,
And this is depicted as a threat to a democratic society...
Reporting these scenerios from the comforts of their peeping booths,
Where over two million people are locked up to be rehabilitated...
For crimes against a fantasy created that no longer tolerates,
Truths of any kind to be addressed.
Unless fashionably dressed and walking down a red carpet...
Blond, blue eyed, hunked and boobed.
You know...
The best that variety has to offer.
Could it be...
A madness impossible to comprehend.
One so unfathomable has begun to be purposely created,
To have those sitting in their homes with their wide screen TV's...
Fearing themselves as agents of revolutionary change,
Now that they have determined to carpool?
Regardless if they are labelled dissidents and unpatriotic!
The times we face are tensed with every conceivable creation known,
To be used to confuse the mind of a nonthinking human being.
And remember how simple the times use to be,
When dividing people along ethnic lines seemed to have been done...
More effectively by using degrading jokes?
Who knew something done so innocently would evolve into all of this?
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A 'Supreme' Invention Meant
Release them from their inbred madness!
Black and white stagnation,
Dipped in fear of integration!
Segregated links have weakened...
The greatness of a nation sought!
With pettiness amongst them fought!
Release them from their quest to rule.
Choosing tactics
And tools only fools use to prove themselves cruel!
Unfortunate are those who see some as inferior.
After exploiting resources,
To annoint themselves superior!
Delusions of power exposing insecurities...
With an ineptness of concepts,
To destroy economies!
Intentions to take and make subservience stick...
Has done nothing to advance humanity,
Or grant honor upon those...
Who have proven to all,
Their ambitions are judged to be mentally sick!
God comes to show all...
With Disciples sent,
None of this backbiting dementedness...
Is suitable to exist,
As a 'supreme' invention meant!
Sit God does with 'spirits' watching...
Growing more each day incensed!
And displeased by those
Who have manipulated and chose...
Themselves as 'royality'!
With secrets to perceive and receive,
Deceptive entitlements!
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