He Presents Himself With Such Intelligence
He presents himself with such intelligence,
They are 'still' making attempts...
To find his birth,
Not natural enough for them to be convinced...
That he is a bona fide naturalized citizen.
Since nothing else to them makes sense.
He is almost over qualified to be president.
If they could they would take fingerprints,
From the womb he grew.
So desperate are they to find...
A way to dissect and undo his mind!
With hopes to uncover evidence,
He is not of the human kind!
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Me Neither!
Would you be convinced,
Someone who had spent decades...
Providing evidence to others,
With a making of logical sense...
That a way to achieve bona fided success,
Seen without question...
Came with a dedicated implementation,
Of motivation, discipline and the giving of respect?
And these same people,
Who just yesterday...
Are today embracing reality,
With a newly acquired consciousness.
Would you be convinced of this?
'Well, I...uh...? '
Me neither!
That kind of reality coming to many overnight,
Would be too frightening for anyone to fathom.
'It, it..well...I..I...'
Relax.
It's not going to happen.
My question was hypothetical.
Calm down.
There is no need to break out into a sweat.
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Not Trying To Express Themselves To Others To Impress
Making attempts to reveal evidence that makes sense,
To someone convinced...
Those 'perceived' to live on the other side of a fence,
Are less than mentally skilled...
And easily dispensed by one's 'will'
Can be difficult to achieve...
When confronted by 'these' types of people.
Especially,
If those needing the exchange of information,
Have issues with their own incompetence being exposed.
And have a mindset that is conditioned to believe,
That those who clearly articulate as if highly educated...
Are not trying to express themselves to others to impress.
But wish to address the importance of current issues.
And one unexpecting such decisiveness directed,
Becomes appalled...
When someone of intelligence,
Identifies and shatters their pretentions...
Unintentionally.
And wanting with an accountability,
To correct defective matters.
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Gravy Train
Many more will find it easier,
To hop off the fence.
Once they have convinced themselves...
That sitting on it,
Makes little sense.
That practice had lasted too long...
With some appearing as if monuments.
As others claimed they had evidence,
To prove scarecrows can't fly...
They just sit making noises,
As time goes by!
While others from a different flock...
Fall asleep,
Awaiting the arrival of a gravy train.
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Bona Fide Deliverance
Before you decide,
You should leave a place you reside...
Make sure no one left behind inside,
Is not waving you goodbye!
With actions your mind denies,
Are signs of a qualified...
Permanent good riddance!
And giving them feelings of relief,
They are free of further grief...
Since your absence provides,
A certain bona fide deliverance!
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I've always been desperate to be a pussycat. And here I am, a bona fide, show- stopping pussycat.
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I've always been desperate to be a pussycat. And here I am, a bona fide, show- stopping pussycat.
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Under Microscope
Doctor Hammond...
I think you should look at this.
The research team seems to be deadlocked,
In disagreement!
Some of us have counted 632 hairs,
On his left buttocks.
While others...
Performing the same task,
Have located 745 on the right.
Clearly in violation,
Of our 'equal hairs on each cheek' policy.
Plus...
There are seven,
And not the 3 moles on his right thigh...
As was earlier reported by the media.
However...
And 'this' is the biggest disparity,
That has dumbfounded us all!
His birth date!
And where that 'had' occurred?
That poses to be the biggest dilemma!
And heightens with suspicion...
Those gnawing questions raised!
And...
There is not a single baby footprint,
Anywhere that can be found.
But listen...
This is the clencher!
Under microscope...
None of us can determine,
If the 'H' in Hawaii had been lower case...
Before it had been changed into the higher.
Since the ink used in the printing of his birth certificate...
Appears to be a bit easy to lift when water is applied.
Apparently not water soluble.
AND 'not' on 100 pound bond!
See how it smudges and spreads?
The paper?
Is not 'water marked' although notorized.
Also...
A '10' font was used!
Shouldn't that have been an 'eleven'?
And Doctor Hammon...
No one on either side of this team,
Can say,
Whether or not...
The doctor who performed the delivery,
Had been a practicing Buddist...
Orthodox Jew,
Southern Baptist from the Bible Belt...
Or,
Drove a Volvo!
Which further criminalizes this absurdity,
From our 'detailed' point of view!
I believe we have enough evidence,
To conclude our investigation.
And announce that the newly elected president,
Is NOT truly a naturalized citizen of this country!
As has been widely reported.
And...
We are going to review our findings,
And present them to the Supreme Court.
Based upon the findings a slew of irregularities,
Discovered.
And using the best scientific methods to date!
Based upon our conservative standards...
As we proceed to seek DNA,
From any playground where he played.
And/or diaper anyone may have been kept,
As a souvenir!
'If only we could uncover samplings,
From the womb...
To conclude our efforts! '
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Fantasized Out Of Reason
The proof is in the evidence.
Accusations end...
When one's lips have been sealed,
To reveal fingerprints.
And only then are confessions,
Reluctantly made.
And when this happens,
A seeking of forgiveness seems shallow.
The act of it expresses one's narrow mind.
With attempts to define the crime,
As not as serious...
If the act itself is admitted!
These folks have been watching,
Too much TV and fantasized out of reason.
Admitting anything makes the act of it okay.
And the logic in their minds has been betrayed.
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I'm dealing in rock'n'roll. I'm, like, I'm not a bona fide human being.
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The Am I Nuts Test
Before taking The Am I Nuts Test,
Do your best to be objective and prepared...
To declare 'yourself',
As crazy as a bed bug!
Why declare this?
It will be easier to take the test,
With the acknowledgement...
There had been someone who picked on a bed bug,
To proclaim and announce it crazy.
Okay?
Now you should feel open to accept,
All possibilities.
First...
Have you ever discovered yourself quick to deny,
Anything?
Think about this and be honest.
Second...
Are you afraid to be critiqued?
For any physical flaws and blemishes you keep?
Third...
Do you seek to mask your insecurities?
With a pointing out those of others...
As you desperately try to secretly hide,
Those of your own that are hidden deep?
Fourth...
Do you get up each morning,
With wishes to find someone to impress.
Without first expressing a thankfulness for your blessings?
Do you find a need to rehearse this first?
Fifth...
Are you envious and jealous,
Of those addressing with confidence their identities?
Does this irritate you to no end?
And you are convinced,
They actually are trying to run away...
From their strange and differentness.
Do you feel people like this pretend?
And you remain one of the few...
Who advocate a 'normalcy' wishing others to approve?
Well...
You 'are' nuts!
And there is no need to have the results discussed.
If you believe others are out of their minds,
With a few like you being 'normal'.
And no evidence around you to validate and find.
You 'are' nuts and out of your mind.
No one today is normal.
'What makes you qualified to administer a test like this? '
Long ago I was confirmed as being dysfunctional.
And I resisted this refusing to admit it.
But today those dysfunctional,
Seem to be the ones left who have common sense.
'So...
You too are nuts? '
No.
My preference is to stay,
As dysfunctional for as long as I can.
I find to admit it makes me more marketable.
To discover someone is nuts,
Puts a limit to their opportunities.
And...
To debate with someone about the mentalities of bed bugs,
Is way out of my league.
I enjoy my life lived as simple as possible.
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Developing Their Defensive Team
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Few people would ask,
What it was they've done.
And why they were chosen to become,
'Willing' victims.
I use to take sides with people who cried.
Those who confide in me with their version,
Of reality.
But most folks are just not that honest,
When developing their defensive team.
Only to eventually find themselves quarantined.
Truth has a way to reveal,
What from others is intentionally meant to go unseen.
Or heard from one who attempts to another to demean.
Why are people quick to run,
To someone with a telling...
Of what is being done to them.
As they portray themselves as victims.
Why?
Because they are bona fide liars.
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How People Grow from Their Experiences
There are very few,
Who dare to say they qualify...
To identify themselves,
As bona fide human beings.
Can say...
They have lived their lives,
Expriencing pain, emotional stress...
Caused either mentally or physically.
With a witnessing of happiness, loss...
Love and the affects of feeling loneliness,
After someone loved has passed away...
From life!
To then say...
Nothing what they have experienced,
To witness...
Has not taught them lessons.
Many of which have aided in a peace of mind,
To claim as it has been earned.
How people grow from their experiences,
Depends upon the condition,
Of how they have accepted the reality of being human.
Others,
However...
Are still relying on their pretentions to keep them,
Making false appearances they sell to others...
As a means to pass their judgements.
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Please... Don't Repeat It
Something you 'recently' discovered about me,
Gives you a differing opinion that changes things?
And now it is you who pretend,
You don't know who I am.
And you've become upset because I react,
As if I could care less?
Your approach to making sense,
I have not encountered before.
I would even say it is unique.
'Yeah!
That's it.
You act as if you are better than everyone else.
That is why I've made attempts to ignore you.
In the hopes you will notice my doing it.'
I find your admission to be quite odd.
Since...
Wasn't it you who had assessed 'me',
As not being qualified to say 'hello'...
Years ago in exchange to my expression?
'Yeah...
But,
I didn't know you could have shown me disrespect.
Because I've discovered your deeds all over the internet.'
Huh?
You did what?
'Yeah...
But I didn't know you could have...'
Please...
Don't repeat it.
I do the best I can to avoid headaches.
I like to make a request you continue to ignore me.
It would make my life that much easier.
And...
Do me this favor.
'Okay.
I will.
What is it? '
Tell others how nasty I was in treating you,
When you greeted me.
That always seems to work for people like you.
'Your comments are rude! '
That's fabulous.
Go with it.
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Education is the light of child's mind
Education is the light of child's mind
It makes him literate and disciplined,
Without education in life nothing he will find,
He looks newspaper but can't read it,
It is the duty of parents to educate their child,
Othewise he will be an illiterate citizen life long,
This child leads his life in sociaty like a wild,
He dishonours his parents and troubles them,
Education makes a child a good citizen human
A child is the star of the home and Nation,
Illiteracy makes him a bad citizen inhuman,
Every Nation suffers to have illiterate creation,
Educated child will be a patriotic man and woman,
Education leads a child towards the best motivation.
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If It Made Sense
If it made sense,
It would not be worthy to mention.
The necessity to achieve it,
Would be instilled as a natural acceptance.
Only that which others find uncommon,
Is where those decisions to be offended begins.
With a witnessing of those taking offense,
Not for them being cost effective.
But it is the making of sense,
Many find not to be so common to obtain.
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Natural Light
There is nothing wrong in seeing life,
From your perspective and point of view.
That has never been a question I presented to you.
I just have questions why you should have a need,
To constantly borrow my flashlight.
By now your decision to live in darkness,
Seems to be something you are not familiar with.
Or one you are trying to pretend,
Makes more sense than the one I have chosen.
The one I am comfortable in.
And I am to be convinced...
Your way of life is right and envied?
And for you makes tremendous sense?
And you tell me I'm the one in need of therapy?
If I am going to have shadows around me...
The sun is going to be above.
Natural light.
Nothing I need to borrow.
Or discuss its value...
As I stumble around to find my way.
I've done that.
Charading then in masquerade.
No one could tell me I was not fabulous.
A breath of fresh air.
But the staleness of my routine helped me to awaken.
You still have not arrived.
And that's okay.
Either you will...
Or you will kill yourself!
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The private citizen, beset by partisan appeals for the loan of his Public Opinion, will soon see, perhaps, that these appeals are not a compliment to his intelligence, but an imposition on his good nature and an insult to his sense of evidence.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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There's Glory In Your Story
I felt alone
I put on my new shoes and hit the town
I still felt alone
I'm convinced everyone's built to be put down
I had to say (I had to say)
What I wanted to say (what I wanted to say)
I had to say (what I wanted to say)
Where are you going to stay?
I felt alone
Independence Day comes when you're down
Still felt alone
Ten times I thought I almost found you
Sometimes simple chords are the best
The simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
I felt alone
I felt bleak - knocked me to the ground
I still felt alone
My attempts at chivalry fell without a sound
I felt alone
So put on your new shoes and leave this town
Still felt alone
I'm convinced, everyone's built to be put down
The simple chords are the best
Sometimes the simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
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Baffled
There are those living
Who actually are convinced
They have power to enforce their beliefs
On other people to accept without objection
And these very same people
Regardless of the kind of enforcement they use
Are baffled that the cost of their attempts
Have their creditors making suggestions
As to what they should sell
To pay off their debts
Created to enforce others
To accept in a bowing done
How a way life lived
In in the best of their interests
Making not a bit of sense
Even to those debating themselves
In campaigns
Over realities they can no longer afford
To have others believe anymore
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Womb to womb to tomb
I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.
Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.
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