Marketed As Good Business
Denials cost a fortune.
A policy grasped...
Although uninsured.
And yet...
If truth was the catalyst for happiness,
Few would be popping pills...
To numb the realities of their existence.
We depend on conflict,
To endorse adopted grief.
If we were pleased with ourselves...
There would be no need to medicate.
And an entire industry based on health solutions,
Formulated on lies and alibis...
Hosted by delusions and experiments,
Would have to develop another way
To patiently doctor itself...
By treating causes and not the affects of excuses!
Self abuse is marketed as good business.
Leaving so many overworked,
Trying to find acceptable remedies and cures.
And correctness endured,
Is too painful a proposition to introduce...
To those seduced by complaints!
Raising prescribed drug use rates.
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Behind Disturbed Hidden Minds
Well...
They 'all' were given the same opportunity,
To come out of hiding and tell the truth!
A few are coming forward.
Some are still reluctant!
Fearing to sever from conditioned delusions.
Such as...
Prescribed medications,
That keep them addicted to self inflicted illnesses.
And those completely confused by deceit...
Hang on behind disturbed hidden minds!
However...
Truth has not arrived to assist with excuses.
That has got to be made clear.
Truth is not here to tolerate fear!
Or alibis with smooth lies...
Any longer.
Those days of color coded terrorists alerts,
Are gone!
And a cleanup of where those terrorists sat...
Near their monuments.
Will be sanitized but not scented!
And burn those false idol worshipping documents!
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Denials Kept
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts to fulfill.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Destroys not create.
Denials kept,
Chases with debates.
Denials kept,
Confuses those who lose.
Denials kept,
Is the choice of fools.
Denials kept,
Hides inside those minds that lie...
To themselves with alibis.
Denials kept,
Victimize and kill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Do not warm but chill.
Denials kept,
Keep the truth concealed.
Denials kept,
Produce conflicts...
To fulfill.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Protect the sick from ills.
Denials kept,
Kills.
Kills.
Kills.
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Threats To Keep A People In Grief
How can we seek solutions...
When our denials love to bask,
In a pleasing done by deceit.
How can we non-fictionalize our lives,
When fiction is all we seek.
How can we ever expect to accept the truth,
When none of it is believed.
And how is a greatness once perceived,
So willing to feed decadence...
And allow conflict and division succeed.
All of these may be questions!
But the opportunity to answer them,
Become threats to keep a people in grief.
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
Threats to keep a people in grief.
'Why no one answers them? '
They're threats to keep a people in grief!
'Why? '
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Alibis
Excused deceptions.
Yet deceptions used,
None the less.
That's what alibis are.
And those who revere alibis,
Pride as if prized...
For their quickness to tell lies.
Treating those who do not,
As losing fools.
And those who seem to be depicted,
As fools...
More than likely live better lives,
With few or no excuses to make to anyone.
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I Just Got Some
(maborn)
[b side of columbia db 7892, 1966]
Well, I know yall look as if you need some
But I just got some
I surely got some
The doctor prescribed some
I surely need some
Have to, have to have some, baby
Oh, I just went out and got some
My pockets aint jinglin and Im gettin fat
You know you cant hide it, I know where its at
My pockets are as heavy as a chunk of lead
I just got a taste of her meat and veg
I had to have some
Sure did need some
Doctor prescribed some
Had to, had to, had to have some baby
Yall know I look as if I need some
Oh, I just went out and got some, oh
Yeah
You would not help me when you really could
But right now baby, you cant do me no good
Cause I just got some
Had to, had to, have some
Doctor prescribed some
Had to, had to, had to have some baby
Yall know I look as if I need some
Oh, I just went out and got some, oh
Yeah
You would not help me when you really could
But right now baby, you cant do me no good
Cause I just got some
Had to, had to, have some
Doctor prescribed some
You all know I look as if I need some
I just got some
Had to had to have some, baby, oh
I just got some
Everybody knows that I need some
The doctor even prescribed me some
Oh, yeah
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The Truth Lies
The truth lies
Somewhere between halve truths
And white lies
The truth lies
Between excuses
And alibis
The truth lies
Somewhere between you and I
The truth just lies
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Without God
Absent explanations
Inconclusive vanities
Denials and presumptions
All void Realities.
Delete Divine Existence
You say God never was -
Why then blame such pestilence
On a Truth, you deny thus?
Granted that God be denied
And no Good or Bad is here
Then all Humanity had lied
No truth in Love, only Fear.
No Caring, no Compassion
No Happiness in all newborns
No Joy or celebrations
No reasons there to mourn.
No Goodness and no Mercy
No sharing kisses or embrace
No Friendship and no Family
Without God - there's no Human Race.
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Having the Best
Having the best may mean,
Having less than someone else.
Or having more to digest!
Leaving many despondent,
And overwhelmed by despair.
Since comparisons between others,
Keeps that suggested everywhere!
'I am going to have the best! '
Many publicly announce...
As if they have entered a contest.
Or their point of view is being tested.
One's quality of life is at its best,
When one experiences good health.
And has happiness.
With a freedom felt no one expects,
Is not on credit.
Or anticipating a loan one waits to get...
To stretch and compensate,
Before depression arrives at Sunset.
Having the best may mean,
Being away from others...
Who have nothing to express but regret.
For not having 'things' in their lives that sparkle,
To impress and widen another's eyes.
Especially someone new,
One has just met.
And not getting a bit of sleep at night...
Thinking of different ways to disguise,
Excuses and alibis from deceit and familiar lies!
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Side Affects
It is amaziing how one lie lived,
Can become the basis...
Of a faith based foundation,
Many will argue...
Has no benefit felt deeply within them.
To then have it said,
Principles of deceit...
Are studied and practiced,
With devoted longevity!
Beliefs kept and held begin to fall apart.
And trith of one's origin,
Is discarded and treated like molded meat.
To be buried.
Just as effectively as the creation of diseases.
To promote health industries.
With cures promised all will see,
Eventually.
IF...
Only the people follow the advice authorized,
As issued...
Those self help remedies seen as broadcasted,
On their wide screen TV's.
With side affects scrolling by...
Faster than a bolt of lightening.
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Please. Please...Get That Away From Me
This may be unbelievable to fathom,
But...
There are those living today,
Who are unable to face...
That they are responsible for the embrace,
They have chosen to consciously take...
In the creation of their own dilemmas and fates,
Instigated by their own making.
Supported by excuses and the popular use of alibis,
So many still rely upon dodging the facts...
With denials and lies they try to hide.
Instead of coming into direct contact,
With truth to refuse its presence.
And believing themselves to be under,
Needless and vicious random attacks.
'Please. Please...
Get that away from me.'
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The Best Point of View
The best point of view to have,
Is the one not interpreted to offend.
Even though what is observed,
Affects everyone with the same pain.
Many insist to have their messages delivered,
With a bit of sweetner.
And kept hushed in low voices.
Some medicate until they can exaggerate the affects.
While others choose to voice their opinions direct.
Either way this does not subject the majority of those,
Still holding onto their pretentions.
Although they prefer not to have them taunted...
And if this is suspected they become irate.
With an ostracizing of EVERYONE from their delusions.
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Now Regarded As Threats
It was wrong to do from the very beginning,
To dismiss the foolishness with excuses to ignore it.
Now that foolishness has become a way of life,
With a tolerance to condone.
Those who had oppose the existence of it,
And the lack of respect with a void of discipline shown...
Today are themselves now regarded as threats,
To the booming medical industry.
And a determination being made to medicate everyone.
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Good Fortune
They say to celebrate
you should raise a glass or two,
but if you do not drink
that is something hard to do.
Instead, you can toast
by raising a cup of tea
and light several candles
for the more misfortunate
than you,
and then thank god
for bringing good fortune
to you.
Good fortune may not be money
to line your pockets well.
Good fortune might be the joy
of triumphing over adversity,
or it could be
getting over your fears.
Whatever good fortune
means to you.
You must celebrate
with happiness
and share your good fortune
with everyone
you will meet.
19 April 2008
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As Is Meant To Be Told
With a silenced mind,
Listen to them find...
Excuses to make for themselves.
And those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth.
Are liars.
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
And there are many of them attempting to defend themselves,
With lies they tell on someone else.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars prepared to always put on a show...
To protect their insecurities and victimizing those that don't know.
The affects of this are all around.
If one's eyes and ears are kept open.
And one's mouth is kept shut.
While listening to things being instantly made up.
Watch them mentally self destruct.
'Who? '
Those who lie and want you to believe them true.
While they continue to make things up,
As often as they do.
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds.
When the pieces are put together to reveal those faking.
There are ways to deal with people who pretend.
Hoping the doing keeps them popular amongst those unknowing,
Them to be chronic liars.
With a watching them mentally self destruct,
And those they've deceived will eventually awaken,
To disbelieve the doers of these misdeeds...
While listening to them talk about themselves too much,
With a passing of judgement and telling of lies on others.
'But...
How do we know them to do these things? '
Those who make excuses,
To abuse the truth...
Are liars.
And...
With a quiet mind anyone can find,
Those who pretend with a defending of themselves against...
Someone who is not around,
More familiar with the telling of truth as is meant to be told.
'Who do you think are those least likely to tell the truth? '
It is in the observation.
Who has difficulty accepting who they are?
Who uses their ethnicity as a fashion statement,
And not a possessed identity?
And who is quick to assess others like themselves,
With comments made that have no dignity?
And those who lie are always the ones self righteous,
Quick to use God as if God is not aware of false tongues.
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The Brewing Scent Of Freshly Made Coffee
It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
From observation, felt and experienced as presented...
That those who use other than truth to tell,
Actually are not convinced others are aware they lie.
Since alibis and excuses behind which they hide,
Has been something done to do all of their lives.
And their delusions have become their defense mechanisms.
But today,
Those embellishments exaggerated are easily chased away.
And facing consequences as a result of their defenses,
Has created their dilemmas and conflicts with their entitlements.
Some people will create right in the face of others,
There own versions of what is going on.
With eyes are pure as those seen coming from children.
And this isn't given as an option to express,
Their difference of opinion to address.
This comes from refusing to accept the absence of alternatives.
And what has taken place is immediately from them mentally erased.
Leaving feelings of abandonment,
By those who have been fantasized all their lives.
That is why they protest with a nonacceptance of a reality that is!
Although those realities as they are have never before to them been felt.
And no one seems to acknowledge,
The brewing scent of freshly made coffee...
There!
And everywhere in the air for all to get a deep whiff of it.
'That 'smell'?
What is it? '
~I have not a clue.~
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Your Version Of Growing Old Gracefully
It has been made too convenient,
For you and others...
To make excuses for yourselves.
Why should I wish for your companionship,
If all I am going to hear from you...
Is about your aches and pains and what you do?
And what your doctor has prescribed,
For you to rub or sit or bathe in it?
If I have to fall, crawl or stumble,
Unlike you...
I will seek to find some enjoyment out of it.
I am not afraid of an older age or its slower pace.
But I am sure not going to invite that process,
Being uptight or delight in agitation...
Your rendition of it either.
To watch it waste me away.
So I take it you are not up to going roller skating?
Your version of growing old gracefully,
And my interpretation of it...
Is apparently in conflict.
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Skyrocketing insurance premiums are debilitating our Nation's health care delivery system and liability insurers are either leaving the market or raising rates to excessive levels.
Holes In Souls
in developed pill popping cultures
pills are prescribed cure alls
curing everything except holes in souls
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Finger Licking Good
Bloated.
From head to toe.
Blinged for masquerades.
Adorning hollow vessels.
Behind disguising expensive Sun 'shades'.
Bloated from a self involvement,
That searches to be understood.
No sacrifices by them endured.
Everything is required to be...
Finger licking good.
Bloated and loaded with overindulgence.
And this bubble nears popping.
To dropp a whine from time to time.
As if folks have noticed,
A floating has stopped.
And...
Realities have been encountered.
But this was never prioritized...
By those not into bling cliques to cop,
False fluff to pump up stuff to gloat!
Another circus seems to be coming to an end.
Until another is marketed...
To those with no depth to show!
But prepared they will be to perform,
For those who are masters of design.
Needing their backs to trademark and brand!
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Many Will Come to Know The Effectiveness
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
Denials raised to stay committed,
To defy what is presented
Once truth begins to combat deceit.
Creates a massive turnaround of events,
The telling of lies can not defeat.
Many are realizing,
At their tremendous mental
And,
Physical expense
Realities maintained,
On the telling of lies
Becomes a weakened defense,
Against the power of truth.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need
A group of experienced archaeologists feeding,
Findings discovered.
In ancient dusted fields.
What is as it is observed,
No longer can deceit conceal.
There 'is' most definitely a reality.
One we all will come to touch, see and feel
As 'thee' truth upon us revealed,
Is unmistaken for its authenticity.
Choose to like it, ignore it or leave it alone.
Many will come to know the effectiveness of it.
And masquerading truth is not condoned.
'How did you know 'that'?
I was private and discreet.'
Truth is not like deceit to be hidden.
And those unaware of that,
Find themselves victims of their own entrapment.
'Where did you study this? '
You are pitiful.
You didn't know that did you?
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