More Numbed Than Stunned
What's done becomes more offensive,
When the intention does not receive...
The expected attention.
And those who should have been offended,
Have become more numbed than stunned...
By the show of ignorance some will never overcome.
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
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What Is The 'Real' Intention Hidden
Why is it that there are those with beliefs,
Who feel if something they do...
Another should follow their lead,
To leave perceived.
And I've always felt,
If someone does something unsolicited...
It was something 'they' chose to do.
Not demand an attention be attached to it.
If I do something from my heart,
And it is given from the start.
That's it.
An acknowledgement would be nice.
But if there isn't one to come...
I'm not going to think twice,
About what it is I've done...
if it wasn't a bona fide sacrifice.
Many get offended if their actions done,
Does not get an attention.
And their motives I question with a suspicion...
What is the 'real' intention hidden,
Left going unmentioned?
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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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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
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My Disappearing Act
If I have offended you,
That can only mean one thing!
You chose to enforce an impression on me.
With a familiar disrespect,
That is a part of your life without self reflection.
And if I offended you,
I've seen what you do too much.
And folks like you out of touch,
With an absorption of self?
I don't like.
Although I may not say that.
My disappearing act should express it!
You will not test my peace of mind.
Doing it I do not suggest,
One bit.
And if you find that offensive,
I do not give a...
'To those who know what I am saying?
You know what I am saying!
There is no point in explaining.
Some folks can agitate the evil out of others.'
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Giving In
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
Giving in may,
Not be the end of it
If,
What is done to another is offensive.
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
And giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done to another is offensive.
Saying what is wrong to one,
May not be the right thing.
Especially if the other is a lover.
Who believes what is done,
Is okay and approved.
With an acceptance expected,
To be received as cool.
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
And giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done is offensive.
And it is said and admitted.
Giving in may,
Not be a benefit.
Giving in may,
Just be an excuse to quit.
Giving in may,
Not be the end of it.
If,
What is done is offensive.
And an argument begins,
That is unended.
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
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Scrutinized Under Spotlight
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
Many people are raised to believe,
The only reason they are here...
Is to eat, receive and to deceive.
And the ones not fitting these qualities,
Are highly suspected for seeking attention...
Until they are relieved,
From the giving of themselves willfully.
And at most times without compensation...
Suggested or received,
As a token of sincere acknowledgement.
Living to contribute,
Often becomes a discouragement...
To those who are needlessly offended,
By the publicity given to their activities.
And to be scrutinized under spotlight...
Is not the ambition of one of good deeds.
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Only When It Is Conducive
Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
Do I feel a need to free myself sometimes?
Yes!
Especially when I am smothered...
By others who are vacant.
Or just absent with no minds.
Am I offended by your limited comprehension?
Sometimes.
When thoughts I could have saved...
Bravely fought through your ignorance.
Am I offended by your pretense?
Only when it is conducive.
And I am aware of the excuses used,
By someone insecure.
And flaunting their own mental abuse.
However...
I am never that detached from free amusements.
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So Shocking To Mourn
Can a tragedy expected,
Be one that's so shocking to mourn?
If signs and warnings go ignored,
To the point when its occurrence done...
Leave some numbed and forlorn.
When reality sits and it is scorned.
What is it that one must face,
To embrace truth for what it is?
What will it take for pretentions to stop.
With a chasing of a fakeness away.
A suffering done when it comes,
Should tire those parading their charades...
Everyday.
Can a tragedy expected,
Be one that's so shocking to mourn?
If signs and warnings go ignored,
To the point when its occurrence done...
Leave some numbed and forlorn.
When reality sits and it is scorned.
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We played a gig and we had a song that was offensive to people of the Jewish persuasion, and we led off with it, and they were offended by it, and that was that.
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To Circumvent What It Is Done They Do
To do what one loves,
Becomes one's evidence...
In the doing.
Not as proof to convince,
But as a love one does.
And with a doing of it not to mention.
As observed...
People who do what they love,
Do not do it for the attention.
Then there are those who make speeches,
At social events where pretentions are invited.
And there they are...
To make unsolicited announcements,
As to what they did to do or will be done...
To show nothing accomplished.
To anyone.
But the ability to embellish is there to relish.
And people like this should not be faulted,
For what it is they most address as a love...
To do and get.
Since...
For them it is the getting of attention.
To circumvent what it is done they do best.
With that proof shown to anyone,
Who has sat long enough to listen until numbed.
And sometimes with impatience done to give.
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Examined From A Distance
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given,
While feeding their minds on poisonous adulation...
There will be those assisting without resisting this.
And as accessories refuse an active involvement,
Labelled to be seen but not apologetic.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
And determined...
To supply whatever it is that is wished as a need,
In an atmosphere condoning betrayal and treason.
Deliveries done to quiet the dictates...
Of those spoiled with a getting sought,
With a vicious disregard for dignity and composure.
The soothing of a monster,
Becomes the number one priority!
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given.
Fantasizing on an achieving of fantastic outcomes...
Seems not to be in the arena,
Where truth and honesty frequently perform....
With every bat of an eyelash examined from a distance.
To that one who is...
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance...
With senses numbed!
And flowing into engulfing seas.
Where can one run...
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
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Belly and Thighs Need Not to Collide
I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.
I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.
Determination with a haste takes priority.
When a load begins to slow and start to show.
A belly and thighs need not to collide.
With a butt that grows and grows.
One's heart begins to know it,
Once attention is bestowed.
And eyes of passersby are frozen.
Staring with open mouths,
Hard to close!
I witnessed those buns run.
I remember the times,
That wouldn't be done.
And when they rolled,
It wasn't any fun.
Enormous they were.
And they stunned.
A belly and thighs need not to collide.
With a butt that grows and grows.
One's heart begins to know it,
Once attention is bestowed.
And one who carries fat,
Can dropp it off their back!
To allow others walking on the sidewalk to pass.
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Selfish Contradictions
If people are not able to 'see' things
From an expected adult point of view...
Who is responsible for that?
Who held them back from this process?
And why in adulthood...
Their childishness reacts.
It is clearly not attractive.
And those who allowed this lack,
To appear in childish ways.
Did not teach them to reach comprehension...
With a complete understanding,
As immaturity was displayed.
Many will never wake up to 'see'.
No matter who shouts.
Or points this ignorance out.
And others who have been awakened so long,
Have felt the obligation,
To state what they felt to them was then wrong.
And brought that to someone's attention.
They made it a need for it to be mentioned.
A self centeredness was condoned.
In and outside the home.
And this did not end for them.
Resulting in selfish contradictions...
Of what is expected.
Yet reflects upon that,
Which has been neglected!
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Subjected to Their Release of Insecurities
You will get and find attention,
IF it is to someone's benefit.
You will be treated with consideration,
IF someone else gets credit for it.
You will also be ignored by those who show and tell.
The subject of charades and gossip.
Someone will initiate a wish not to see you well.
IF you are the one who has peace of mind...
And dismiss conflicts of all kinds.
Someone will produce an obstacle for you.
IF you have managed to survive,
And thrive independently...
You will get and find attention,
From those unaccepting...
You have achieved maturity.
And maturity is a threat,
To those who do not respect who you are!
And 'how' you got that done.
You see...
You will get and find attention,
IF it is to someone's benefit.
Someone who has been stung and stunned!
And as long as you remain,
The fool they believe you to be!
Or that person they perceive provides them comedic relief...
To keep their sensibilities obtained and valued,
You will be subjected to their release of insecurities.
Especially if it is thought,
You are accessible to their antics.
And accustomed...as they see it,
To your own stupidity!
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To Be Understood
Nothing believed comes,
If one should run from it.
And...
Nothing believed comes,
If one is stunned by it.
Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who become offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
Observe and listen with a sitting,
Not too many do.
Too many are quick with their lips,
And...
Prove they are rude.
To then to accuse,
Someone to be abusive.
Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who become offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
And wounds are never mended.
With a healing recommended...
'Cause...
People wish to brood as they choose.
Nothing is comprehended,
To understand.
And...
Those who are offended,
Often demand...
To be understood.
But they aren't listening,
As they could and they should.
No they're not listening as they should and they could.
And if they listen they would be understood.
No they don't listen to,
Be understood.
No they don't listen like they could and should.
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It's Incredible What I've Seen Come Back to Life
Like an immaculate birth,
Rumored and heard...
To have happened and existed.
I can not make,
A stiff erection lift!
If there is no passion there,
To connect to it with expected quickness!
Legends like myths,
Are exaggerated over time.
And like age might define a fine wine,
The vine from which produces the grapes...
Discovers with lost attention given,
How useless it is to fake reality!
No matter how good an implied intention.
Boasted about but drapes heartache.
'Psst.
Sssshhh...
Come here.
Take these.'
What is this?
'Viagra.
I overheard you discussing your limpness.
You know...
Today that should no longer be your concern.
You can purchase supplements for anything today.
It's incredible what I've seen come back to life.
With more vim and zest.
You will be amazed! '
I am a poet!
It is expected I be dark and dreary.
'Why bother?
Hey,
Take these anyway!
They will lift up your spirits.
If you know what I mean? '
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Somehow This Is Praised
It doesn't matter where they go.
They will still show they can degrade themselves.
That is the only identity they know.
And those who protect them with excuses...
Have not a clue they've become numbed to the abuse.
It doesn't matter where they go.
They will loudly expose their ignorance.
With no common sense to use as a defense.
And everyone who came to assist them in the past...
Were backstabbed and lied upon.
Since the doers of these deeds had minds long trashed.
Worthless they are!
And somehow this is praised.
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Knowledge Is There to Gain From This
It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
Seem to be permanently closed.
There are no fences to jump,
Or keys to unlock gates.
Even the faking of not having it,
Is hard to do when ignorance approaches.
There have been cases,
In which attempts have been made...
To masquerade a wisdom,
For the sake of keeping peace.
Since all peace wishes to do is to live in it.
This can not be done.
It seems that ignorance becomes offended.
And conflicts begin!
The forces of ignorance struggle to win.
Leaving consequences for them to suffer!
And knowledge is there to gain from this.
But it is ignorance that is stubborn.
Wanting to prove without knowledge...
Alone it can exist in the spreading of its nonsense.
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