I Don't Accept Uninvited Guests
Choosing to live life as you wish,
Has its limits I am willing to assist.
Meaning...
A probing done into my private business,
May get you to receive one of 'my' wishes...
Gift wrapped with a fist on the end of it.
If I am pushed to produce anger.
And perhaps then it will begin to dawn on you,
I don't accept uninvited guests.
With wishes to appease themselves,
At my expense to be disrespecting to what I protect.
Peaceful I am and ready to offend you or anyone,
To defend my privacy with an unexpected giving...
Done to deliver unannounced.
A novelty to please anyone,
Believing I am to be shown no respect...
Is not my ambition.
To be accepted and approved as 'nice' or liked.
By those who perceive I want that kind of attention.
I will never be accused of being a diplomat...
Or a vote seeking politician.
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Live It As It Exists
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect...
That, with time, gets for others,
Less accessible...
With no regrets.
Trust is a factor,
And the key to one's peace.
'Some' one knows do not honor this.
And eventually are discovered,
To be the core of disharmony...
Within a friendship that is thought to be,
Closer than it is in reality!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
And when respect is an issue,
Anyone has to raise?
With those trusted in an inner circle,
That had not before been appraised?
Something about the need for this...
Should not be argued but dealt with quick!
More than a few are possessive,
Of a privacy they protect.
And trust is a factor,
One wishes to keep unsuspected.
With a peace of mind,
One should not have to define...
But live it as it exists.
There is no need for a quarrel,
To begin over it!
One should have what one deserves.
And to live it as it exists.
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
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Who Could Be Chosen That Is Liked Enough
Successful in restricting the movements,
Of those with wishes to lead.
They are now seeking unity and leadership...
From those left amongst themselves,
Who are only motivated to prevent progress.
Not receive it.
They have yet to develop that kind of respect!
Or perceive anyone qualified,
Willing to sacrifice substance...
To those still in question about their identity!
And 'who' could be chosen that is liked enough,
To satisfy their ignorance.
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And You Say I Am Not The Giving Kind
I offend you?
Good.
But, please...
Do not attribute my giving,
As a charitable act.
I would have contributed that anyway,
To assist you with this acknowledgement...
If I had not offended you,
Who would have taken time to do it?
You didn't think about that did you?
I know!
But all you want to do is to accuse me of being abusive.
Self-centered, mean and cruel.
Have I ever been that selfish?
No!
When I am angry about anything,
Aren't you the first one I come to...
To express it?
Yes.
And you say I am not the giving kind.
Oh...
The thought of you thinking that appalls me!
I offend you?
Good.
At least you know I remain devoted.
Name any of your true friends who can say that?
Among your friends I bet there is more than one,
Who secretly wishes to be offended.
And here I am...giving you that AND in abundance.
And you say I am not the giving kind.
Oh...
The thought of you thinking that appalls me!
Yes.
I am 'A' with a 'P' palled ya'll.
And,
Admittedly sensitive.
I am 'A' as I can be with a 'P' and palled.
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Pots and Dishes
I kept sending my best wishes.
But some dismissed...
As bits of riff.
Not as thoughts with a purpose to gift!
Then I sat with chores on my mind...
Most ignored,
By a lack of my time.
Which ones could I use
Someone to assist me with?
The pots and dishes are needing my attention!
And with Best wishes sent...
These activities needed to be done,
I had yet to mention...
Until now!
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Offended And Upset
People have become too complacent.
With a caring not to listen.
Or a caring done to comprehend!
Believing a sleepwalk exercised...
Through rituals and symbolic traditions,
Would appease the majestic mentalities...
That brought them to experience,
Lives they live here on Earth.
A respect not shown,
Is awakening those with a selfish consciousness.
The disrespect shown to one another...
Has more than just neighbors complaining,
About this thoughtlessness.
Guess what else,
Has been offended and upset?
With no patience left...
For anyone to get their act together!
If anyone has not yet accepted,
The depth of their connected realities...
Soon will discover their beliefs to be dispensible.
Since we have been the welcomed guests!
Not the 'creators' of what we believe,
Can be easily deceived.
WE are not the creators of what we see,
That has allowed us to leech...
Maniputively!
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In Need Of An Audience
The ones with egos,
Seem to always bring their mysteries...
To be addressed.
With a massaging done constantly.
While those with credentials,
Appear to have less to express.
Bearing nothing with them to appease,
Or tease anyone to impress.
The ego driven,
Seem to wish their interests known.
These folks no one can just walk pass.
As those of true accomplishment,
Deliver their deeds with a speed to be believed.
To leave those who strut,
With pomp vacant of circumstance.
And feeding on a need for attention shown.
Overblown, overstaged and miscast.
Doers of accomplishments,
Never find themselves uncomfortable.
Not in environments where they are left alone.
Wherever they are,
They appear to be relaxed.
Almost as if they wish this to be condoned.
'I'm in need of an audience!
Where can I get an audience quick? '
Are the frantic fed panics of those with egos.
And making themselves sick.
With wishes to flap their lips a bit.
These thoughts are on the minds of those,
With a need to have their egos 'breathe'.
In a desperate unspoken desire to please.
In an approved acceptance they must solicit...
To feel themselves qualified.
Approved!
And undeniably received.
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The Way This Life Is
Judgements you make and place on others,
Not living up to your expectations...
Should help you in doing some self reflection.
If you do the initiating,
That has come with others in mind to respect...
In many cases,
Your respect given will be returned.
However,
If your practice is initiating doing what you please...
In a disregard of those needs and wishes of others,
That judgement you placed...
With an erasing done through selective memory,
Will get those similar deeds done back to you.
And that,
Is the way this life is!
You give what you eventually get.
Not what your perceive you should receive!
Especially,
When a thoughtfulness shown...
Is not a custom but a rarity!
When one gets their own act together,
Pieces have a way of falling into place.
And that...
Is the way,
This life is.
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Dissect and Dissipate
Say something!
Or do something...
Someone proclaims profound.
Then observe a probing begin,
To challenge the depthness...
Of where this audacity ends!
A few may take this as auspicousness.
As a gift that touches
Upon a thought or a thing done...
Once dismissed by some.
Others become suspicious,
And wish to know just how much is there.
Believing all their answers will be delivered...
Without them raising a finger,
Or testing a brainwave to lift a hair!
And these are the ones,
Those 'conscious' run from.
Since answers to questions...
Do not please but leave one to despair!
As the one who is interrogated,
Searches to create an exit somewhere!
Some folks are in the business,
To dissect and dissipate!
And astonished when left alone,
When no one wishes with them to participate.
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Not Gifted With That Kind of Wealth
Within the framework
Of who it is I am.
And all that I am,
Is my purpose to nurture.
And I do not see that as being perfected,
Any time soon.
I have been given too much personal work to do!
I have not yet been approved,
Or granted the right...
To pass judgements!
I am too busy being grateful,
For the blessings I have
To explore the lives of others.
Their present, future or past!
Especially when business that is being conducted,
Is not shared for a mutual benefit!
And I am not gifted with that kind of wealth,
To bestow on others...
With a probing that does not concern me.
In other words...
I respect the definition of privacy.
And what that means.
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I Am Not Here To Revisit Your Limits
I want it known...
I didn't appear here,
To be absent from view.
I want it known by you,
Everything I do...
Is to show you and prove,
I didn't come to revisit your limits.
Or restrict my wishes to live,
Within barriers you've picked.
I refuse to accept it.
Fear and the thought of threats with anguish,
Are not for me delicious treats to feed consistently...
On any basis you face with convincing conviction.
You are going to find a leaving that behind,
With me...
A done deal.
And this is not an appeal for your opinion.
I didn't come to revisit your limits.
Or restrict my wishes to live,
Within barriers you've picked.
I refuse to accept it.
Come on...
Debate with me later.
But I am sure in your mind,
Little time you will find for that.
Come on...
I am not here to revisit your limits.
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The Need Not To Be Repossessed
Why can't you accept where those boundaries are?
Why must you treat yourself to a round of disrespecting me?
When you have clearly,
Tracked yourself uninvited...
Into my zone.
As peace and I were sharing some alone time.
You've come to me as if I pay you rent.
And I don't have the sense to know you own it.
MY 'space'.
And you came today to collect,
Another argument?
One I'm going to sit to listen and condone?
Why can't you accept where those boundaries are?
Why must you treat yourself to a round of disrespecting me?
When you have clearly,
Tracked yourself uninvited...
Into my zone.
As peace and I were sharing some alone time.
There is not a rule I obey,
Without first going into consultation with God.
And I would not be surprised if you found that odd.
Not an eyebrow would quickly lift upon you admitting this.
Possessing a need to control,
Is your issue.
And the need 'not' to be repossessed,
Is mine!
Why can't you accept where those boundaries are?
Why must you treat yourself to a round of disrespecting me?
When you have clearly,
Tracked yourself uninvited...
Into my zone.
As peace and I were sharing some alone time.
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Deaf To Voices
Deaf to voices,
Other than their own ingrown...
Patronizes a tension.
And seeks imbalanced attention.
Creating confusion.
With a self inflicting wish,
That demands...
To be heard as commanded.
And disputes the commonplace of truth.
Dissecting its universal accepted meaning,
Only to appease a deafness,
That wishes truth to be of its own creation.
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It Could Only Mean One Thing
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
That one could addendum what has been done,
For some is a preference.
And is a preference someone else dictates,
Really a 'preference' one independently makes?
Or is it just easier to accept to later throw away?
My mission is to excite.
Not to bore as if that was my expertise.
Reaching to innovate and create new approaches,
To observations is what I seek to do.
And if it seems I intentionally attempt to attract attention...
Well...
I'll put it this way,
If one is doing what one wishes to do...
And if this should attract attention?
It could only mean one thing.
Some find it difficult to do what it is they choose,
Without getting approval or feeling accepted.
And...
Well,
A seeking of acceptance hasn't done a thing to improve...
The quality of life that has been devalued as 'approved'.
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Inspired
Why am I seeking to be controversial?
I am not specifically seeking that at all.
However...
I am inspired to experience my life.
Enjoying the creativity that it offers.
I certainly can not sit to limit myself,
In restrictions.
I am a part of this...
Life as it is.
I am not into the correction of semantics.
Or will allow my creative aspirations,
To become diminished,
By those passing judgements.
In whispered innuendos.
And I am grateful to God...
Who has allowed my existence.
And God has not shown me a sign,
Of disapproval yet.
I suspect,
I am being encouraged!
In fact,
I am motivated to expose my nakedness.
Yes.
In a tastefulness some may reject.
But I am not here to appease the wishes of others.
I am here to deliver every aspect of my gifts.
Take them to enjoy or leave them.
But I will guarantee you this...
There will be something for your mind to tease.
And...
Something for your eyes to lick lips if you please.
And something left to solicit gossip.
To entertain those seeking controversy!
And for free.
Those who know me...
Know I stay broke.
Not a penny to show for my talents.
So don't accuse me...
For my multi-abilities.
And it is going to be there,
Everywhere!
And 'that' seems to be my destiny!
Although I am not above turning away...
Any and all,
Monetary donations!
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As Santa Claus receives my gift
every child's dream is to receive, a gift from Santa Claus,
no matter what gift, as long its from the Santa of christmas
time
it's always a dream of every Mommy's and Daddy's at this
season, that in every wishes they hope may come true, the
lola's and lolo's comes and find meaning seeing their
wonderful grand-sons and grand-daughters, showered with
gifts of candies, beautiful dresses, chocolates and etc.
its Santa's Day, and its my happy day, i waited so long that
special day will come, and i'm so delighted of giving by gift
to the one that brings every hearts into a very special moment
of each families
as i wrapped, my gift, my heart ask, whether this simple
token i give, be accepted to his heart, folded it with golden
blue color and a lace with red that makes my gift to
special to see
exactly 12: 00 o'clock, midnight the Santa Claus i always idolized,
and dream off, have just come down from his sleigh, immediately
i meet him, and he knows me, he calls my name 'tony'. i smiled
and told him, that i'm very, very happy, at the same time giving
my gift to him, my Santa Claus replied, thank you
as he opened the gift, he notice, that my eyes look at him, with
a smiling face, just i want to emote myself, i know i can control
my emotion at that time, a little silent left on my lips, as he laugh
at me, hoh..hoh...hoh...you wrote me a letter?
My Santa Claus, pose in a second as he read the dedication
on the top of the gift, a simple inquiry and a little question,
why, until....' TODAY '.... you are alone...and nobody dare
to follow your footsteps......
..... this very moment my gift is not yet open.... please open it...
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Third Party Invitations
When I am not in the mood,
To accept third party invitations...
In is with the same respect I am shown.
If one wants my presence in their home,
There is a correct way to go about doing it.
IF that invitation is sincere.
And this I have learned through experience.
I just don't show up to make appearances.
Especially if the offerings have been rationed.
Regardless if a dish,
I am 'told'...
Is the request the guests should bring,
By the entertaining host.
The last time I accepted,
A third party invitation...
I ended up bringing what I bought,
Back with me to my own home.
An expense I could have saved.
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I Receive
This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
Of its bloom unfolding.
I receive this breath of life You give.
I admit I am inquisitive...
To witness an obstacle that sits.
And You assist with a lift of it,
Off my path.
The faith I have,
Does not ask of You how this is done.
I receive my challenges,
In all ways they come to be wrapped.
To let me know my life...
Is full of assorted delights.
Some I may or may not like,
But they are mine.
And I receive what it is You wish for me.
In prayer everyday in the way I know I can...
I thank You.
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They Want You To Pay Them Attention
Why aren't you paying them any attention?
'Who? '
The ones ignoring you.
'Huh? '
Yeah!
They want you to pay them attention,
So they can ignore you.
'But...
Isn't that what they are doing? '
YES!
But you are not expected to show,
You could care less about it!
'Oh...
I see.
So...
Maybe they are the ones seeking attention,
And giving it to me...
In the hopes I notice it.
But pretend I don't suspect it is from them.'
I don't know!
Is that the message you want me to deliver?
'Huh?
When did the minding of my own business,
Become their focus? '
Don't ask me!
I was told to get you to look their way.
So they can ignore you!
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New And Old
when you are new
to this world, you always make the impression
that you know how to choose
you delve on exquisite
and discriminating taste
and you always say what is in your mind
you call a spade a spade
and you prefer the diamonds
and the matters fit for the king and queen
but life is not really like that
you fall and bleed
and you find it hard to accept
these skin and bones
the cartilages and nerves that already
know what cutting and breaking mean
time teaches. time heals.
and you learn to let go
and learn to accept what comes
uninvited, the failures and
unexpected calamities
the words 'no', 'not now' 'please don't'
'why me? '
slowly they do not find relevance anymore
and maturely enough you begin
to say ' well, these things happen'
'sometimes they just come'
'inevitable'
'we just have to learn to accept'
'these are realities'
finally, you become a part of this world.
the answer has always been 'yes, and yes'
come, i am human. Come i am brave.
Come, i am giving. Come, take me. Come, i am ready.
now, you know.
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