In Time...All Of It Will Be Corrected
You see me as a reflective representation,
Of my choice of environment.
And your judgements passed on me,
Through the use of your limitations...
Has led to your distorted beliefs,
And what you perceive...
My acquired abilities to be.
Unfortunately,
Your degree of ignorance...
Stands in your way not mine.
I had too many experiences,
In a limited period of time.
And I have learned by great teachers,
Who brought to my attention...
'Never be the one making attempts to impress.
Be the one to remember,
How and who has addressed you...
With a showing of their respect.
And the rest to you will be revealed.
And in time...
All of it will be corrected.'
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Unfounded By Hearsay
I spent five months,
Recuperating in a hospital...
Once.
And feeling depths of isolation,
With drifting expectations.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
Blessed I am to have had experiences,
Many with closed mindsets...
Have yet in their limited realities,
Been exposed to have bestowed.
And I have more of an understanding,
Of those who have managed to live alone...
With a pulling up of their bootstraps,
And to ignore those trapped...
With nothing else to offer but passed judgements,
Within walls of their false comfort zones.
And believing them to remain like that forever.
I have learned much about others,
And their assumptions...
Unfounded by hearsay.
And those weakened by their own beliefs.
If someone lies long enough to themselves,
And feed their lies to others to believe...
Reality,
When it finally arrives...
Is worse than facing a created enemy.
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Because Of My Own Stubbornness
Why did I not pay any attention?
I have lost everything,
Because of my own stubbornness.
'Well,
You said it yourself.
Because of your stubbornness,
You have lost everything.
But you have gained a wisdom,
In the knowing that you must rid yourself...
From that stubbornness.'
Yeah.
Even if I did that...
What I had will never return.
'I once acquired an abundance of ignorance myself.
I thought I couldn't live without it until it was gone.
And when I sought understanding for my failures?
Guess what? '
What?
'My stubbornness was in the center of all of it!
And when I began to comprehend that...
It didn't matter what 'things' I had to impress others.
And that is the only reason why I acquired 'things'.
My stubbornness made me believe I needed to impress.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
What happened to your ego?
What happened to that?
'When my stubbornness got up and left,
I realize it was connected to my ego.
There is nothing like seeing,
How shallow and limited one can be.
You will be fine!
Trust me.'
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Treated As If Royal Guests
It doesn't pay to underestimate,
The abilities of anyone.
Or base an opinion of their experiences,
On where they may live.
Mode of transportation used.
Scuff marks on their shoes.
Physical appearances and choice of dress.
Perceptions of their intelligence.
Or the way they express a lack of interest,
In attending social sets.
Even the way one speaks is deceiving.
Those who have minds with perceptions like this,
Ultimately discover,
They are the ones dismissed.
Believing that which is shown...
Exposes the unknown.
So untrue are those beliefs some cling onto.
Who would ever conceive, perceive or believe,
Someone outwardly without trying...
Could to others impress.
With invitations secretly received,
To wine and dine with those who 'do' impress.
Yet...
Have similar personalities.
And enjoy being in the company,
Of the ones others decide to detest...
As insignificant 'wannabees'.
And requested they are,
To sit at the head of tables.
And treated as if royal guests.
While others dressed to impress,
Would never get an invitation...
To sweep or mop dirty floors.
But,
However...
Allowed to press their pretentious noses,
Up against the windows.
From outside as they shiver in the cold.
One never knows!
Do one?
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Whether You Pay Attention To Me Or Not
Being proud and showing this,
With self respect...
Seems not to be encouraged.
When insolence is all one gets.
With an exhibited effrontery,
Audaciously flagrant and reckless...
The temperity of it,
Embitters one into a concealed silence.
'Professor?
Professor, sir...
IF you are implying we are rude,
Many of us would appreciate it if you say so.
Since we have no idea how upset we should be.
You give us no clue if we should be angry...
And/or to what degree.
Or continue to believe you are insulting us.
I mean...
REALLY insulting our intelligence with your comments.
Either way...
You did get our attention.'
This is 'your' education.
Not mine.
Remember that!
Whether you pay attention to me or not...
I am still going to cash a check!
You all understand what that means,
I'm sure.
Now...
Are you ready to pay attention?
Or waste 'your' time?
All of my educational loans,
Have long been paid.
And 'daddy and mommy' didn't do it!
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Don't Embarrass Yourself With Those Assumptions
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You took time to boast of those things you have.
Remember laughing at my possessions?
You referred to them as rags.
Remember I made attempts,
To share with you my experiences?
And you spent your time dismissing them.
To be with your colleagues.
And other cling on pretentious friends.
You've had your way!
Now why do I find you in mine?
You made it a point to announce my ignorance.
You made that clear,
In a mocking done at my expense.
Am I suppose to forgive and forget,
The agony you left I met?
Or are you that stupid to believe I am?
And my heart awaits for us to reconnect?
You must stop embarrassing yourself,
With those assumptions.
Please...
Don't embarrass yourself with those assumptions.
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Needed Rest
So overwhelmed to give at times,
I find isolation brings me peace of mind.
To give is to receive.
And in that I do believe.
But a necessity to set limits...
Allows me to feel I should and can breathe freely.
Without jeopardizing my abilities,
Which requires my much needed rest!
Although I may get protests,
From those who perceive...
My abilities are given just to please their needs.
Blessed?
Yes.
But those best lessons I've learned,
Have been the ones I have kept.
And without rest for the mind,
Guess who gets the quality time?
No one.
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Respect time!
Respect! Respect!
Time I respect you
Time is of great essence
Respect time
Before it imposes on you a sentence
As if you have committed a crime
Time is precious like a diamond
Time must come first never second
Respect time
For time itself is the sublime
Time never waits
Time decides fates
In time itself you create
The food you eat off your plate
In time itself you love and hate
And find a partner or some mates
Respect time, underrate it not
Don’t say ‘time passed, I forgot’
There is a time to be late
There is a time to debate
There is a time to wait for someone
Before time decides to shorten the fun
Remember time waits for no one
Time also catches up with those on the run
Respect time
The essence of time
Is its continuous presence
And its everlasting absence
And denial of the past tense
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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The False Worshippers
The false worshippers,
Can be identified immediately.
With scriptures learned and Bibles intact...
After they've expressed their acknowledgement of God.
Although quick in their judgements passed.
And that done with acquired 'facts'.
Then share with any of them,
How great you feel.
Not one will offer their gladness for you.
But instead,
Will change the subject.
Especially if you have been scutinized,
By their sense of self righteousness.
And that will give you an immediate clue,
As to the kind of people they are.
It doesn't matter what you have gone through.
They want to perceive,
God sees them first as true believers.
And any happiness they receive,
Is through the wickedness of gossip.
With a vindictiveness they are not aware,
Truth reveals to make easy for others to see.
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With A Daily Affirmation Done
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess,
Others who are not in the act of digging ditches...
To protect their imperfections.
Since you believe imperfections,
Are kept as blessings to invest...
With a more delibitation done,
That has become effective.
And to some you wish this is impressive.
And it does impress,
With a showing of an abesence...
Of a dignity one should possess.
Someone doing you no favor,
Has planted a wealth of ignorance...
You have accepted as a confirmation.
And with a daily affirmation done...
You possess abilities to incorrectly assess.
And this is not my point of view.
This...
You have made to be clearly observed.
And there will come a time this has to be recessed.
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I Live My Beliefs
I respect your acceptance,
Of that which you keep...
As a means to obtain your sanity.
Never have I questioned your choices.
Although I have never received,
A mutual showing of respect shown to me...
I am not the one complaining in a campaign,
To have what it is I believe focused upon...
With such attention.
I live my beliefs!
I have no need to reach out,
With a convincing of them to mention.
I live my beliefs daily and with intention.
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The Mentality of One's Ignorance
The mentality of one's ignorance,
Is often fed from birth.
One's environment exposes them...
To a comfort they grow to thirst.
People of limited securities,
Are the first to label and compare.
Uncertain of their own identities...
They use status and class,
To separate themselves...
In communities as if others are diseased.
The mentality of one's ignorance,
Is often fed from birth.
Beliefs and standards are subsidized,
To qualify one's worth.
And the ones who are at a disadvantage...
Aren't the ones who are depicted as poor!
The ones whose lives are victimized...
Are those who take from others,
With a quest that feeds a need for more!
And unsatisfied with their own lives...
They refuse to respect other cultures,
By imposing their own,
Upon foreign shores.
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Earth Is Not A Commodity To Waste
It is sad to see,
All of humanity being destroyed by greed.
It feels hopeless to witness,
Nature making attempts to convince Earth's inhabitants...
Without them protecting it with concern,
All life as it is known...
Will be eliminated with this one lesson to be learned:
~Ungrateful and foolish are those in conflict who believe,
They can live here on Earth to choose destruction as they please.
And still live to receive benefit.
By the fostering to maintain their sustained ignorance of it.~
Earth is not a commodity to waste as if it is easy to amputate,
What is disliked by the few who ignite division.
A thinking and feeling Earth could care less,
Who amongst those leeching to feed upon it...
Profess to be better than the rest.
It is here to endear and provide for all of its creations
And if it decides all life should end...
So be it of its own making with a choice to do to accomplish.
And yes...
Those with kept and divisive religious beliefs,
Will have nothing to do with Earth's decision.
No faked praise is going to save lives.
Earth can be a 'mother' in these situations.
With a strictness descending upon those given.
~You better recognize! ~
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Forgiving Myself
In my youth...
My casting shadow
Appeared to glide
Against all it reflected.
There were few rests between strides.
And I did not concern myself,
With the limitations of time and uncertainties.
I've aged to witness my slowing pace...
With an acceptance,
A mind of a child does not forgive!
I've learned to respect the 'do's and 'don't's
Of life!
That did not come easy!
Nor did my patience come without making mistakes.
Or taking risks!
And forgiving myself has been the best lesson I've learned!
Afterall...
These steps I take today,
Are watched much more carefully with a purpose...
Each time they are taken!
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Distant From The Protection Of Darkened Shadows
With their judgements passed.
And limited insights now entrapping...
Where are those who had once professed,
Their values and standards kept...
Had been better than the rest.
With their institutionalized consciousness,
And their structures of devotion...
Where faithfully they would go,
To superficially confess.
How can they explain their complaints,
That grow?
Where do these hypocrites,
Hide their woes?
While the others they have shunned...
Dance in the welcoming rays of Sun,
Without expressing or showing fear.
And appear...
Distant from the protection of darkened shadows.
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Unified By Their Nonsense Making
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
There is an acceptance of an unconsciousness,
That has become collectively defended,
By overwhelming ignorance.
And no one has to go to a mall,
To shop for the proof of the evidence.
A blindness is preferred by those following,
As if addicted sheep...
Down a road where the process of thinking,
Independently or not...
Is regarded as a threat to those easily upset,
By those they overhear communicating...
With a maturity expressed.
And not a sign of an argument building up,
Between them addressed with...
The spewing of cuss words heard.
This is a dangerous environment,
For anyone with intelligence to live in!
People with intelligence are suspicious,
Of making attempts to be 'better'...
Than everyone else.
Especially those,
Who prefer to live their lives...
Down to Earth and as foolishly as possible.
When people become offended,
By someone expressing an identity...
As a choice of one attempting to think,
With common sense...
Is not a recommendation,
For anyone choosing to separate themselves...
With a maturity,
From this kind of accepted behavior...
Chosen by those unified by their nonsense making,
And faithfully tied to rituals...
They neither understand nor respect with depth.
'If it was good enough for my mama and her mama...
And those 'mamas' known before that,
Well...
It is good enough for me!
And I will take that with two hamhocks,
Yams dripping with butter and gravy smothered chops.'
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Very Few That I Have Met
Who do you think you are dealing with?
Some fly by night inexperienced nitwit?
Someone who has not discovered,
Purpose and the meaning of life?
Someone who excites by any attention given?
And anything shown is perfectly alright?
Nothing that I have learned,
Led me to believe...
I was the center of the universe.
My upbringing 'instantly'...
Chased those thoughts away from me!
I like to share my time,
With those pretention free.
Those who have qualities of empathy...
And a thoughtfulness learned,
After a discovered identity!
Some folks don't know who they are!
And masquerade as someone else.
And after going through a few disguises...
Myself,
I will only spend my time,
With those who give a damn...
About life and what it offers!
There is nothing like knowing,
The I...in I Am.
So you need not try to offer anything less.
Since more of what I am looking for...
Is not worn or shown just to impress!
I am into much more.
And very few that I have met,
Can or have yet...
Let a 'realness' that is inside,
Come outside to be addressed!
Everyone appears,
To be caught up in distress!
And 'busy bodying' themselves...
In someone else's left mess!
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To Tick With A Tocking All Of Our Clocks
Not too often,
But I do become quite amused...
By those who read my work,
And immediately have their perceptions of me.
Who I am and the life lived I pursue.
I am a writer and 'sometimes' I infuse,
My experiences lived.
But I am not an isolationist...
Observing life within limitations.
I have the ability to empathize,
With others unknown but do see.
I also listen to others as well...
With a focused attention.
Without that focus being centered on me.
I am not a self obsessor.
I am also a creature of curiosity.
An adventurer scouting out life,
And what life offers me.
And with a pad and pen with imagination too?
Well...
The environment is a canvas I observe.
To describe what is there existing.
Although there are times when people refuse,
To see themselves the way I do.
And believe it or not,
What is revealed to us all...
Has the capability to tick with a tocking,
All of our clocks.
With refusals to believe.
And denials to be heard to go on none stop.
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As If Made to Compliment
Embedded within those self centered mindsets...
Are preconceived judgements.
And indoctrinated at birth...
Are our obsessions with possessions.
Valued more than deeds...
Done by anyone at a greater worth.
Embedded within,
Them...
Those with turned up noses.
Are visuals that impress.
Before indepth attention is addressed.
And this is expressed...
To avoid any references directed to insecurities.
Surfaced by others...
As if made to compliment.
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Those Unsuspecting Experiences
There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
On the onset this may present an irritant.
For one like this to come into contact,
With a consistent ignorance.
But the acknowledgement one has...
Knowing one doesn't have to put up with it,
Is as refreshing as a tall glass of Long Island Ice Tea.
Hmmm, delicious.
There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
One can sit back and observe,
What is being done.
With the end results already known,
By those disbelieving what their ignorance achieves.
'May I have another glass of Long Island Ice Tea, please?
With salt free Tostado Chips.
And a large order of Guacamole.'
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Open Minds, Eyes, Ears and 'Dialogue
Making attempts,
To reach back for times...
That should have long been lived,
And put into existence THEN...
Will not do a thing for you 'now'.
And you were told that,
When those times then...
Were behind the times!
Just like a season or a holiday missed,
That has gone...
Think of your mind like that.
Something once here...
But now has gone.
Remember when you were teaching me,
And others a lesson by ignoring our suggestions?
Remember you made it a point to tell your friends,
You wish I'd learned how to mind my business...
And live my life,
Since you knew more about yours?
Well...
You should have seen these days,
We now live.
You and others like you...
Are the only ones asking, 'What is happening? '
Open minds, eyes, ears and 'dialogue'...
Should have revealed that to you!
And you were right...
I have learned to mind my own business.
As The World Turns,
I have One Life To Live...
To remain Bold and Beautiful.
And no more will I be giving my time,
To those who are Young and Restless...
In their minds.
I am not living for that kind of drama!
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