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People do make decisions to leave a comfort zone,
Wilfully...
To seek opportunities elsewhere,
With a doing of this regretfully, sometimes.
And there are those who feel less comforted,
By a showing of a lack of support...
Within their own homebase.
Unable to create their opportunities,
Without feeling to be chased away.

Knowing to maneuver around this truth,
Is too much to convince others to prove.
So they leave happily with this acknowledged...
A growth that explores life,
Is much more important to experience...
Than withnessing a tired stagnation permitted to exist.
While others sit with no ambition,
Advocating the acceptance of this.

Now...
To return with a learning process to share,
With others prepared to become aware...
Is a different story.
Since one's tolerance level has broadened,
To be or not to be involved.

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The Process

Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '

Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.

'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'

You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?

There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?

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Qualify Yourself

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.

It could be closer than that by making your own door.
Create your own opportunities.
You then can decide to knock, block, lock it...
And keep it close if you wish!

However...
Once one has done this,
And awaken to their own power...
The only one that can stop a mind,
Defining 'who' one is and 'what' they are...
Is the one whose eyes have been opened.
So wide open with a wisdom they do become.

And rare is the one that blinks,
When that happens.
There is too much to be done.
Unlike some who first seek to become qualified...
Approved and accepted.
Interviewed to then be rejected.
Feeling affects of being dejected...
With suspicion aiding tensions.
Overdressed 'and' seething from heat.
With a degree...
Or maybe two!

What kind of nonsense is that?
The burdens one can place on a back,
Feeling out of place!

A door doesn't have to appear,
For one to knock and realize an opportunity...
Could be near.
Qualify yourself!
And become that much more observant,
Of opportunities you have created!

Instead of waiting to turn a knob on a door...
To discover everyone,
Has long been 'out-to-lunch'.
Make your own opportunities exist.
And prepare the kind of sanwich you wish.
Knowing you may have to save half of it,
For later.
But...
It is yours!
You made it without question.
There may be some answers needed.
And experience will take you where they are!
To satisfy or not.
It is the process that enlightens.
Not the lettuce or the mayonnaise you forgot!

AND...
If that is all that is on your mind,
When 'that' time comes?
Dine out!
You can well afford it!

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Precisely

There are those who oppose your decisions made.
And say you do not operate with their best interests,
In your heart.
And others talk amongst themselves,
How they are not pleased.
And wish from them you would disappear,
To leave.

'This is for you and anyone who feels that way,
I stood up because I had something to say.
And what did the others do? '

They sat and watched quietly listening to you.

'Precisely!
I'm not the only who has these opportunities.
When opportunities knock...
I don't wait in hesitation to open the door.
Whatever the intention meant,
I am not one to deny myself the experience of it.
Tell that to your people you are here to represent.'

Could you do that?
I fear how they may react.

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To Leave A Selected Few Believing

People are trying to understand,
The process of life and death.
With a more comprehension,
To help ease their demands.
And expectations that can be anticipated...
With an acceptance projected to instill interest.
.
But to what are they comparing,
This process of life to?
Since no one can say,
They have the facts that exist.
And can reveal them to prove!
Although destruction of it,
Has been permitted as witnessed.

Life is to be lived as is given unconditionally.
Not to be created unsuccessfully...
Through the use of test tubes.
With a dismissing of this 'majesticness'...
For a foolish marketing of eternal mortality!
To leave a selected few believing,
A 'forever' in a changing Universe is in their reach!
And they have been chosen as 'special' entities.
For a bliss to live in their concept of perfectness.

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Demanding Your Love In Return

Comforted by Your comfort.
And a faith that keeps 'Us' connected.
I know my relationship with You is unique.
When I speak to You,
I demand Your attention.
To leave others alone with their beliefs!

Some say they pray for things to get.
Like ornaments to bring them happiness.
While others are taught to plead to You,
On their knees.
But Father You know,
I don't have to do that with You to please.

And I'm certainly not going to pretend,
I do not have a taste to indulge in temptation!
I'm curious about all of Your Creation.
And those who expose their evilness...
Hiding behind pretensions,
With claims they know what You want best.
Are clearly the ones confused!

If they were as righteous as they profess...
Why are so many religiously stressed?

Comforted by Your comfort.
And a faith that keeps 'Us' connected.
I know my relationship with You is unique.
When I speak to You,
I demand Your attention.
To leave others alone with their beliefs!

Hoping one day...
The truth about You,
Will open their eyes and amaze!
To find that You...
Are waiting for them to love You too!
Like I do.
Demanding Your love in return!

But then again...
I am aware of You always there.
And I can do that.
Knowing Your eyes...
Are always on me!
Whether or not I am on my knees,
To impress in pray.
You are with me everywhere!

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Willingness to Give

It is not that I have lack of concern.
And I am aware it appears I have no empathy!
To prove you are wrong,
I have given those opportunities to others!
I recognized I had too much.
It broke my heart to share at first...
And perhaps that is what you now notice?
The willingness to give that part of me away!
However...
Don't worry!
Somehow I will manage to go on.
That was the most difficult thing I've ever done!

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I Felt Freed

One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.

There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.

And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.

And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!

To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!

And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!

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If There Is Division

If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!

A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.

A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?

If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!

Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!

If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!

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My Tolerance Level

Once allowed I did,
The sitting to simmer...
In an acceptance of nonsense.
I believed in the doing of this...
I would be considered approachable.
And given much more respect.
With a diminishing of unneeded stress.
But the more of it I would get.

Today my tolerance level has a quota to make.
With an unmistakable 'zero' to achieve.
Fake platitudes and pretentions too,
Have no impressions on me to leave.
And nothing attempted by anyone will I let slip by.
Deleted from my peace are disguises tried.
My own corrupted ideals I had to let go.
Since my tolerance level is aimed to get to zero.

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Let's Consider This

Shallow is their insight and with it is that existence.
And some are accused of having less patience with them.
While displaying less tolerance for their ignorance...
But should express more acceptance of it!
As well as their lack of consciousness.
To pass on an accountability...
That becomes part of a stagnated unity,
With increased division to further irresponsibility.

However...
Let's consider this!
When one decides to move forward,
In steps that are direct...
There is an intention meant,
To leave behind a confinement...
One graduates from with no regrets.
And feeling free to express an obtained intellect,
As part of that process to share...
In an exchange being done.

With a stretching of the mind that one desires to get!
With an expanded acknowledgement.
And...
Some just AIN'T there yet!
Whether they are making those attempts,
Or know how to spell motivation.
There is a noticed absence of it!
And 'that' appears in overqualified abundance.
You feel me?

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Going Through The Motions

An existence recycled.
An unknown is feared.
Possibilities are debated.
Leaving a stagnation so clear.
Opportunities for change...
Never occur with chances to begin!
Things stay the way they are,
Going through the motions...
With a devotion,
To a growth of nothingness...
That seems not to end.
Finding a comfort in it!
And keeping pretentions real,
To attend!

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You 'Feelin' Me?

Look...
For the record!
I AM a writer.
It is much more than liking it!
I AM it!

I AM this creative being.
I was born this way.
You know how some folks,
Can't make up their minds from time to time?
I don't understand that.
I don't have that problem.
The problem I'm confronted with,
Are those who believe I seek their approval...
Or acceptance.
Or 'tolerance' for my behavior.
And it has taken me years to convince them...
Even 'if' they did not exist,
I'd still be doing 'this'!

Or finding time to compose, act or direct.
Sing or dance or just sit to reflect.
Or write my opinions to submit in response...
To some nonsense I've read in a local newspaper,
Feeding BS to dead heads.
To inject their community hostilities.
That 'game is played all over the place!
This 'business' about fitting 'in' to please...
Has never comforted me personally,
Or my needs, desires or wishes I dream.
I'm not focused into who did what to who...
And got mad as hell!
I thought eyes were meant to roll,
Until my mother said to me...
'Boy, you better stop rolling your eyes at me.
Before I pop 'em right out of your head!
AND look at me when I'm talking to you.'

My mom had a way of getting my sisters and I
To listen to her!
It was quite a different intimidation than my father's.
He would just fix his eyes on me and not move them,
At all.
Not even blink for minutes.
Or say a word.
He was 'extremely' convincing.

Look...
For the record!
I AM a writer.
It is much more than liking it!
I AM it!
I AM this creative being.
I was born this way.
My identity is intact!
And I thank God for that.
Because the 'normalcy' of 'your' world...
Leaves much to be questioned and debated,
For the reality of it that is 'suppose' to reflect truth.
Very little of that is expressed!
You 'feelin' me?

I AM a process of evolution.
A creative aspect of life.
Just like all of nature should be.
I am about growth and change.
And none of that I am asking for
From anyone's pocket to spare.
Or decide I qualify to be who I AM.
I don't play that!
It is not a condition of my mission.

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Not Going To Be Mistaken As Chopped Liver

This is something,
People find very difficult to understand...
When opportunities are given,
Upfront and personal!
They do not return.
Or come back with attempts to influence.
The mission is to 'give'.
Not to convince.

In fact,
If slighted...
One will never know,
How they are connected...
Those misunderstood opportunities.

Especially,
After they have been evaluated...
As not being beneficial to anyone.

'Excuse me?
Who do I think I am?
Uh...a local resident of this place.
Why? '

Does this need further clarification?

And that can be applied to people as well.
Perceiving someone not to be qualified,
To achieve a task OR deliver to another...
A 'key' to their achievement.
Because of some pre-conceived notion...
One will only pay attention to someone,
Who 'looks' and 'acts' a certain way.

You know...
Someone seen on TV?
And 'not' a neighbor,
Busted for selling crack.

Some people will talk about that,
For the rest of their lives.

Or they may 'live' in a certain environment...
Where nothing but mediocrity is praised.
And everyone in it is dismissable?

'I don't know why they are 'here'.
And not in LA.
Or New York City.
Especially doing what they do!
What a waste.
I'm going to move to Atlanta...
Where I've heard the opportunities really are.'

This outlook,
Can be extremely detrimental.
ESPECIALLY...
If someone deemed useless,
Has chosen a familiar environment...
To exist and develop their own sense of happiness.
You know...
Do 'their' thing AND excell.

People just may have a gold mine,
Right under their turned up noses.
And gold,
Ultimately...
Is not going to be mistaken,
As chopped liver.
Wherever one decides to reside.
Even in a place where the main activity,
Happens to be self loathing.

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If we're going to create the best business climate to create higher paying jobs and retain our young people, we're going to have to build a workforce prepared for the opportunities of the future.

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Until This Adventure Ends

I have no purpose meant,
To identify and acknowledge...
That which does exist.
With a repeatedness...
That collects dust and sits!
As if I am assigned,
To show others...
How to stunt and rust their minds!

I am only obligated to be aware,
And expand my consciousness.
With an acceptance of a process...
Some who do this,
Have labelled as growth!
With a daring to live life...
And to share the findings that are there.
Until this adventure ends.

Those accustomed to the taste of stale bread...
Seem to always find the time to comment on it!

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Easier to Accept

As painful as this experience may be...
For some.
There is nothing like having it come,
Unannounced!
If preparations were made...
Decisions to change it,
Would have prevented a growth process.
And not one person came to this life,
Without causing someone pain.
To eventually gain 'something' from it!
Some kind of a learning process occurred.
Unless they were unconscious?
And that might explain,
Why so many choose to remain medicated.
It is easier to accept something,
When it is not personally felt!
Or mandated as someone else's sacrifice.

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Today I Had to Forgive Myself (My Life Is Meant to be Lived)

I saw something I had never seen before,
Once I looked beyond my own sorrows.
I lifted my head and saw an open door.
A light was shining through,
To show me tomorrow.
With promises I once wished,
But had not pursued.

I lived with a stagnation...
That came and overstayed,
A temporary reservation...
I made when feeling down,
And knocked out!
Drugged on self debasement.
Feeling nothing could replace...
This empty space within me.

And I knew then...
If I was to walk through that door,
Today I had to forgive myself...
And not let my burdens feel too welcomed.
As I had done countless times before.
Tossing my pain and self doubt about!

They could stay for as long as they wanted!
And entertain grief that came to visit.
But I had no intentions to remain with them,
Sustaining their attention or their comfort.
I kept deep within to repeat again and again.
A hollow search I felt had no end.

My life is meant to be lived.
Not to sit and forget to refresh my perceptions.
My life is meant to be lived.
And when I made up my mind,
I knew I would find...
A release of darkness that would diminish.
Once I allowed my guilt to deplenish,
I prepared to say goodbye to despair!
Knowing to leave that behind me to become fully aware...
My life is meant to be lived.
My life is meant to be lived.
My life...
Is meant to be lived.

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The Effects of Racism

I was once invited to participate,
In a seminar.
To discuss the effects of racism,
Conducted many miles away in an isolated
Remote area
Distanced from where the effects took place.
Near my home.
And I was to be the only Black to appear,
On this prestigious panel.

I declined the offer.
Since I felt it was ridiculous,
To remove myself away from those 'effects'
While in discussion with others,
Who kept perpetuated the acceptance
Of expressed indifferences.

Plus I had attended another affair,
At the same location...
As others listened intently,
While I explained reasons for wearing my hair
In dreads!
And if it had an affect on my identity.

I was then asked to come again,
Next time I was in the area.
As if these 'settings' would be missed,
In my life!
And those who 'sympathized' with my plight,
Would embrace my need to receive their acceptance.
With an understanding of my internal turmoil.
Which, of course, had to depress,
My sensibilities.

Yes!
Only an eyewitness experiencing this,
Would appreciate the sacrifices I make.
Living amongst those who have not been so 'chosen'
To escape from their deprived and substandard conditions.
Inflicted upon them by those less liberal of deed.

I feel so blessed to be honored,
By those 'willing' to share their comfort zones!
However...
There is something about my own environment,
That affords me the freedom to express less pretentiousness.

Although I must say this,
Being a 'victim' of those who are racists...
Has, at times, been to my benefit.

At least I know where they are coming from.
And I have been given opportunities to avoid them!
With a choice to leave them and their preceptions,
'Impressed' upon their limited consciousness.
And I,
Could leave them alone to glorify their intentions.

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Diminishing In Support And Interest

The business of greed,
Has disguised the starting of wars...
As missions to save humanity.

Such conflicts of hunger and homelessness exist,
Without threats associated to the terrorists.
And exposes those deeds achieved by the hypocrites...
That leaves the business of greed,
A clarifying representation of those using deceit.
With increased opportunities to feed their evils.

And advocating the belief a victory sought...
Will bring a people collectively to their feet to cheer.
Although these acts are diminishing in support and interest.

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Twisted Rhetoric

You can not tell folks they are nuts!
Not today.
Although their numbers growth,
To be observed in action.

They would rather take opportunities to prove it.
And do it as if someone has turned off their switch.
To leave those impulses once going to the brain...
Detoured to escape out of the ears to go ignored.

And taking that away from them...
The chance for them to prove themselves nuts,
Leaves them to sit longer in denial.
While dropping signs everywhere they can excuse,
With evasive and twisted rhetoric!
And other nonsense that exposes them,
For the morons they are.

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