It Is Quite Clear Who Represents With Or Without Intent
No one suffers from standards met.
A regret comes from a lack of implementation,
Beset by those who have chosen,
Certain people be watched and kept...
Under surveillance!
As laws are changed,
To keep their own derangements...
Maintained.
For purposes that exposes an insanity.
A march is sustained to uphold their degradations.
And even this can not escape those observing...
Who wonder what excuses now can be used,
To hide this massive mental illness...
Infusing the last of limitating consciousness.
And it is obvious from where this deficiency,
Has its most defective efficiency!
Without any implications needed to be addressed.
It is quite clear who represents with or without intent...
The origin of this mess spreading to gain approval.
Leaving those of integrity with an honesty professed,
Feeling absolutely blessed and grateful,
To have obtained insight!
And a removal from a debated confusion that soothes.
There is no need to provide a devoted loyality,
To those who can not see...
Greed has driven them completely 'nuts'!
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Viciously they fight themselves.
As if these attacks,
Will bring back a lack of integrity.
Or erase the affects of their greed.
Again and again...
Truth exposes their misdeeds.
And again and again,
They attempt to hide their sins!
But for how long can this go on...
When the light of honesty,
Brightly exposes the darkness...
That is being lifted away from them.
Showing none familiar or experienced,
To keep this effect dimmed!
Catastrophic is their drop.
A consciousness of this wont stop!
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Is being harvested!
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Impatiently Immobiled
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical,
Deficiency.
Observed but not admitted,
Are those who habitually...
Feed with gluttony,
Their disturbing selfish needs.
And excuses with them,
Continue in abundance.
As is their abuses,
Go undenied.
Attempts to tell those they are sick,
With an illness.
Becomes a battle against,
Those convinced they should be enabled.
Defending someone with a disease like this,
Does not do them justice!
But traps them inside a mind that lies.
With discipline wishes for them never to exist.
One's addiction to greed,
Eventually becomes...
A mental and physical deficiency.
Until impatiently immobiled!
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Comprehending Conversations
Distressing is the truth as it is addressed.
So much of it is exposed.
It no longer has to be debated.
Or baited for confessions to be professed.
It is being naturally expressed.
As if it now sits within everyone's consciousness.
Wielding a saber.
And slashing down to size...
Those with over bloated and boasting mindsets.
And there is no reason to put those in denial on trial.
Comprehending conversations with less pretense,
Will be in the atmosphere for quite awhile.
They are in debt,
Yes.
We are in debt,
Yes.
Everyone shares an indebted togetherness.
In a depthness obvious and clear it is regretted.
And...
Instead of the separate checks requested?
May we have that 'gluttony' on one check, please?
And...
Is it possible we can be forgiven if we don't leave a gratuity?
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Furthermore, America suffers not only from a lack of standards, but also not infrequently from a confusion or an inversion of standards.
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Unload the Excess Baggage
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Or am I the one to carry pain,
As if I've been awarded...
A medal for valor and honor.
Each day as I pray...
And after I awaken,
I feel tremendously blessed...
That God has pulled my sisters and I,
Through much heartbreak and stress.
We, in those days, believed we needed to address.
And when I hear some folks,
Making excuses for mistakes they've made...
I can go through any day,
Without seeking to be medicated.
To fake my feelings to numb the aches.
I want to keep it real.
That's how I feel.
I am not the one,
To walk around validating...
Every pinch felt from an illness.
Nor am I the one,
Seeking to skate through a life...
Speeded by an easy breeze.
God has blessed me!
And I know this.
And there is nothing better I can do...
Than to hold my head up,
And unload the excess baggage.
To live the best life feeling grateful.
And blessed to be able to confess it!
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Mandatory Doses
Observe the splits and divisions,
For what they are.
There is a decadent mindset,
Fighting to survive.
Fighting to defend its offensive outlook.
And wishing more to uphold a deluded sense of self.
With plots to keep their realities fantasized.
Driven to smother truths...
And bring light to cast upon a darkened way of life.
This incites a quickened end to a standard of living,
In need of massive psychiatric care.
Inflicted...
In mandatory doses.
Too crazed are they to be consciously aware,
Of the madness they have fed to breed!
This cancer feeds and kills.
Leaving this question to go unfulfilled...
'Who now is qualified,
To identify pride with added substantial substance? '
It is obvious that those who speak of experience...
Lack the knowledge to pass good judgement.
Unless incompetence has been an achievement?
And much of that has been reflective,
Of an illness swept away and kept...
In perceptions of having discretion.
Too lost are they to become outraged!
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Again Those Dancers Bleed
Accusatory.
And historically dancers,
Who prance around accountability.
Choosing to place their responsibilities,
On someone else's shoulders.
To free themselves of reality!
And again those dancers bleed,
Anyone who sacrifices integrity.
With a wish to lead with honesty.
But those represented,
Seek to have their delusions accentuated.
Caring less how their created mess is addressed.
As long as truth from them is arrested,
And not publicly debated.
With a deflation that escalates,
Their addiction to achieve unquestionable waste.
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Those Kinds Of Branding To Label Traps
Do I have a 'Doctorate's Degree? '
No!
Nor is my approach and methods to learning,
Certifiably accepted by those approved...
Who do have such credentials.
But I am blessed to observe,
And connect with a consciousness...
I did not earn to be professed.
Or be one labelled as a scholar,
To prove a thought process within me that yearns.
And not a book do I read that has helped me achieve,
A common sense.
With experience and a willingness to learn,
Has assisted in the documenting...
What may be perceived as an approved 'Ivy Leaguer'.
I could not afford,
To waste my resources...
On those kinds of branding to label traps.
I've been saved from living my life,
Limited to impress others like that.
And nothing I believe in,
Has been certified to be classified...
With stamps of approval to identify as controlled.
To maintain standards beheld to uphold to teach...
A releasing of comprehension that limits one's attention span.
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Martyr
He with weak fantasies,
Delivered from bended knees...
Pledged to beg.
A martyr.
With delusions to feed.
And believing he has rights,
To sacrifice his life.
For purposes to gain notoriety.
Hoping his activities,
Gain an attention sought!
And meant to leave,
Those observing...
Impressed.
And left to express deep empathy,
Addressed.
Knowing...
If his heart can be on his sleeve,
To bleed publicly!
As he does.
To represent,
The very best of suffering!
He has no other needs to fulfill.
And they are thrilled,
He is determined...
To offer them an escape from their pain.
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Acts of Treason
When the applause leechers speak,
One relies and upholds a redundancy spoken...
While the other defies covered up lies.
And chooses to leave behind mindless speeches...
Repeating how a quality of life,
Is not depleting in a blight...
Churning in a spiral within one's sight!
And heading down the tubes...
Quicker than those excited,
Riding towards the end of a waterslide
That delights!
And obvious are real issues distracted,
By the color of one's skin.
These divisions of race...
For some seem never to end.
As dreams and visions once valued...
Are kept masked by archaic remarks.
Heated to inflame the sparking of debate.
An issue for some that satiates their hunger.
One keeps harping on the lack of experience of the other.
While major changes are clearly needed.
Before it's too late.
What comes that affects everyone,
Has little or nothing to do with one's race.
One tries to hide a greed that has depleted...
With a deceit that has succeeded.
The other defends an honesty.
And represents those feeling betrayed.
Those now facing,
Overwhelming disgrace.
That can not replace their thoughts...
That have brought upon them,
Masked acts of treason!
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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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As Obvious As Trash Cluttered Streets
Insecure people never seem to know,
What it is they want.
Where it is they wish to go.
Or sticking to a thought that is claimed,
To have for them a meaning meant!
And the frightening thing about this is,
People like that somehow influence others...
Through exaggeration,
That the decisions they make are the best choices.
And nothing has been proven by those who follow them...
That this is true.
Or that a benefit from this for them has been obtained
In fact,
The evidence of insecurity and the lack of discipline...
Is not hidden.
This is as obvious as trash cluttered streets.
Leaders elected because they are liked,
But lack competence.
And people seen who are threatened by dignity.
Supported those who protect them by making excuses,
For their actions.
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Gone Unaddressed
They would like to excuse their degradations.
With their hands-on implementation of it.
To accuse others for standards and values...
Placed upon them from 'out-of-the-blue'.
And for generations there had been success,
By using the media to focus on this unrest.
With eyes focused upon the urban areas.
While the desperate needs of these folks...
Were purposely left gone unaddressed.
Well...
Those days are slowly moving on.
With a revelation...
That has come to unmask the perpetrators.
And a host of them,
Professed to be religiously those upright citizens.
For photo-ops in daylight to capture their fixed smiles.
With intentions to deceive and bleed with misdeeds,
In darkness.
Where demons like these spread and leave their bile!
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
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To Invite Abuse on Any Level
Some rules and laws imposed on folks,
Are totally ridiculous.
Many are not obeyed.
Some are antiquated and should be erased.
Others make absolutely no sense at all.
I live in a place where each town has separate laws,
From a town that may be inches away!
And then within communities they have implied 'rules'.
Now there is talk to pass a law in a major city
That would make it an offense to ignore someone laying in the streets...
After being hit by a car or passing out!
Can it be believed that humanity has progressed
To advance beyond expressing empathy?
Or having a sensitivity that has to be addressed by laws?
'This' is not a healthy sign,
That the people of today are dieting to enhance their minds.
But then...
How can something empty be enforced to do anything.
Except make excuses to invite abuse on any level!
And to leave someone laying in the street...
Is the height of a mental disturbance unrecognized!
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Pop Culture
If 'pop' culture for us did not exist,
What would be the 'interests'...
And 'standards' to uphold?
Nothing else seems to be sticking
To an integrity long jeopardized
By contradictions of fantasies,
And capitalized ignorance fed to worship!
Maintaining values sustained...
Envied the world over!
Pursuing to dominate,
With the very best of 'our' garbage!
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That Illness Is Obvious And Can Be Easily Cured
Perhaps in one's mind,
They would like to see things...
Remain the same,
Unchanged.
But the fact of the matter is...
From birth to childhood,
Nothing stays as it is!
And 'something' in the heads,
Of adults should click!
If Mother Nature sees to it,
That everything changes...
Why is anyone living to breathe air,
Upset with anything...
That is not permanently fixed?
Misunderstanding,
And a lack of comprehension...
Stays trapped inside of a mindset like that.
There is no sense in researching,
For the beginnings of confusion!
That illness is obvious and can be easily cured.
No one should be looking too far,
For the reason and cause of their problems!
That implementation was created,
For mankind 'alone' to ensure this endures!
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This Does Them In
So sad are they with minds limited.
They had paid to obtain an intelligence...
But leave schools degreed,
Without one hint...
Of how to apply common sense.
And they seek employment...
With resumés that say they qualify!
But not a thought connects,
That proves a thinking process.
Although they are selected.
Because of their hair...
And the color of their eyes.
And salaried they are...
To expose their incompetence...
That eventually represents,
A complete ineptness.
But that does not prevent,
A promotion based only...
On their attractiveness!
And they are placed in positions,
To discourage those who are far more brilliant!
Why?
To protect a host of insecurities.
As they try to thrive on greed...
As a bleeding economy dies.
Without an implementation,
Of an embracing did...
With a true diversification done!
And this does them in,
In the end!
Human resources neglected,
Does not lead to one's success.
Regret is what one frets.
Regret is what is left and met.
Regret is what reflects the mess.
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Cancer of the Earth
You have to be a sad somebody...
To wake up each day and have absolutely nothing,
Nothing at all...
To be grateful for and express that gratefulness! .
Nothing at all? ? ?
To express your thankfulness?
That's absurd!
And you are actually expressing this...
With a wish to have this heard?
Then there is no wonder,
Why people like you...
Are more pitiful than any scene revealed,
To make others feel...
Those living homeless,
And in starvation states of body and mind...
As seen and produced on TV screens,
Can induce sympathy to boost 'your' treasures...
By showing those devastated in third world countries.
While you sit and dream,
To add to a stockpile...
Of things you neither use.
Or seem to really need!
And I view them...
The ones used to demean,
As First World People of Massive Negligence,
To have to have suffered and endured...
The acts of selfishness and greed!
That YOU can find to whine about,
That there is not 'more' you can digest!
As you feast an overfed gluttony schemed.
You are entwined in a 'spiritual digression'.
Oh...
My God,
Yes!
'These fools are congested!
And constipated at best! '
And your mind is the cancer of the Earth!
Perhaps that is why you view your way of life...
Upheld by standards you value,
As coming to an end!
And I hope to God that is true!
This process began by a manipulating few!
Perhaps that is why...
An undoing of this mess,
Is affecting what you are accustomed to!
You are overdo for a universal spanking...
Coming to 'your' home and one near you!
There is a need to have you cured,
To purify the air...
Of these polluted thoughts,
You have been taught to thoughtlessly breathe!
You need an overhaul.
One completely renewed and fresh,
Indeed.
With a decrease of your selfishness.
Done to be left behind and put to rest!
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Proclivities of Subjected Idealistic Objectiveness
It is easy for many to beat around,
And hide in bushes.
Defend their opinions in places of safety.
Lie to protect their own deceiving backs.
And criticize those who take public attack.
It is easy for many to not take a stand.
To uphold their weak beliefs.
Since they seek someone's approval.
Someone certified with a title.
Someone who impresses,
With equal shallowness.
With a life that stays on slow idle.
It is easy for many to follow folks like these.
And it is easier for those who see people like them,
As the reasons why today's society...
Has no backbone to straighten out their own children,
With discipline, respect and a quality of life they accept.
And these folks should be these kids idols.
This is easy to see,
From an objective perceptivity subjected to one's idealistic proclivities.
With professed desires confessed to have realized.
This is easy to see for...
'For anyone who knows what in world your'e talking about!
With the proclivities of subjected idealistic objectiveness?
What is that suppose to mean?
And for who?
And why should they care? '
What?
'Exactly!
Case closed.
Come back and say it with some feeling attached.
I ain't feeling this at all!
In fact,
You bore me with this mess!
And I'm on the children's side.
You've got to break this down...
So we can see eye to eye!
You 'feel' me? '
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