Mysteriously' Blown A Fuse
The biggest problem people keep in their minds,
Not to leave...
And they believe others seek and need,
Is the giving of their unsolicited opinion.
From a point of view that skips over,
An overdue self examination mired in deep denial.
And entangled with delusions to praise,
Most today are afraid to eliminate.
Few on the move and with business prioritized to do,
Are not doing this with wishes to please anyone.
That is...
Anyone not within the scope of their mutually shared,
Interdependent necessity deemed dependable....
Between themselves to agree.
And those deluged with requests,
To have their noses stuck up in affairs not theirs...
Aren't dealing with reality.
And that's where the core of their dilemmas lie.
As if on-a-call and stand-by status.
With a staying in a mental decay that wont go away,
Because of a fear someone will judge...
With an increasing dose of their undiagnosed anxieties,
Releasing their insanities to validate by those,
Already exposing to show their own 'abnormalities'.
To excuse when one of them has 'mysteriously' blown a fuse!
'He represents standards we value.
How could this ever happen? '
Uh...let's see.
Could it be...
Those standards we value?
'Naw.
Not here!
That's not a possibility.
Where can you honestly say,
You see the appearance of any flaws? '
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Accept For Those Who They Owe
In a world getting more socially global,
They find their values and standards
Over rated and outdated.
Their isolationistic point of view,
No longer supports their dependency on exports.
And no where is anyone importing their arrogance.
Today more people view them,
With pity than with praise.
Like a child once tolerated...
But time has aged those days.
Even slowly they can not be awakened...
From a deep induced sleep.
To see themselves.
In every aspect of their daily lives...
They are delusional and entertain fantasies.
And those who speak of truth and reality...
Are slandered and despised.
Their way of life does not exist anymore.
Not to those with opened wide eyes.
And they can not see themselves as powerless to this.
They can not see themselves,
No longer number one.
No longer the one kept loved and special...
OR prioritized,
On anyone's list.
Accept for those who they owe!
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
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With Words To Express, Define Or Explain
Smothered under thick layers of lies!
Suppressed by deceptions,
That keeps them self obsessed...
To excuse with alibis.
And no longer accepting the affects of self examination.
With cleared and open wider eyes.
They are first taught to assume positions,
Of being the center of the Universe.
Although from where they sit on Earth,
No one knows where up or down is.
Or if they are witnessing the left or right of it.
They learn to judge,
From lessons learned from birth first...
That whatever else exists,
From delusions quick to depict themselves...
Flawless.
There is a need to believe this ridiculousness,
Regardless of reality...
They wish with attempts to reverse.
And to curse those who are conscious...
With broadening observations,
Sought to seek and within them thirst.
With restricting limits,
Many self righteous think of others immediately...
By values and standards crumbling beneath their feet.
But yet refuse to see their own self imposing defeat,
From a medicating on maintaining minds addicted to fantasies.
And denying the existence of truth,
There to reduce their increasing agonies enforced and produced.
No matter how overwhelming the evidence,
Of a need for them to awaken from a maddening ignorance.
They've become too addicted to free and release to leave behind.
And unfortunate for them are these times we live,
That are completely out of their control...
Unfolding!
For all to behold with nothing left to be said,
With words to express, define or explain.
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My Narrative Today
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
The ones with identity and not in fear,
Of upsetting others with a correct pretentiousness.
I would like to meet those who have minds connected,
To something else besides themselves.
Or flaws and blemishes of others.
Maybe it is my aging process I am dealing with.
I listen more intently to every word not to miss.
And it seems today I overhear many expressing nonsense.
I can not believe these minds are free.
And they have chosen to be empty of thought,
With a seriousness to talk about nothing but materialism...
Sex and drugs and who cheats on who with a doing of it,
Just to use newly advertised lubricants.
My narrative today focuses on this...
A wish to meet more people of mental depth.
And aware of it.
There 'has' to be other ears and eyes observing this to witness.
And maybe they are like I am...
Looking on from the sidelines but keeping their distance.
And I understand this perfectly.
But it would be nice to have it validated by more who do agree!
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Mercury
A long way to get here
The chaosmngers scream
No more, control,
Leave minds, alone
We'll turn it upside down
Been waiting oh so long
This is it, it's finished
This is it, we get it !
The big liar on his side
Hiding, hearing inside :
No more, control,
Leave minds, alone.
We'll show them what we got
Forever they'll be locked
This is what, you look for
This is more, this is war !
It's gonna be, hostility
Hypothetic is liberty
Anti-being society
As directed reality
My point of view that's for sure
Is lucid but insecure
Revolution is evident
Chaosmngers are resistant
You better shake up your mind
Coz if you're just staying blind
Integrity you won't find
The discord is real now
Echo is very loud !
No more control,
Leave minds alone
Soon the system will die
It's another rough time
Don't back off, and stand up
Go for it, we need it !
My point of view that's for sure
Is septic and insecure
Evolution isn't a shame
Each member stays in the game
You better shake up your mind
Coz if you're just staying blind
Integrity you won't find
Maybe we'll win, maybe we'll loose
Confrontation, both side they use
Macrosolutions to megaproblems (4)
It hasn't changed
It's all the same
You'll check the box
You'll put that cross
The vote is done, another one
My point of view that's for sure
Is worry and insecure
But I won't forget this gang
The chaosmngers who still stand
You better shake up your mind
Coz if you're just staying blind
Integrity you won't find
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An Exchange Of Values Have Come To Upset
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose.
Just to have 'things' to present an image,
Seems to be on the wane for those drained...
And doing the best they can,
To recover from the quick presence of reality.
Many had never met reality so personalized before.
And the experience has been breathtaking.
Even though...
Obtaining gold and diamonds,
Is still prioritized...
In those minds that can not accept,
An exchange of values have come to upset...
The status quo with depth and purpose,
There still remain those...
Clinging onto their delusions,
Since this is the only reality they know!
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In Discussion Of What 'Is' Valued
Mixed marriages.
Sexual preferences.
And those unable to mind their own business.
Is not a good blend,
When in discussion of what 'is' valued.
Since those standards of a yesterday gone,
And once valued to respect others and their choices made...
Are not prioritized,
By those who have their noses...
Up in the cracks of other people's lives.
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Is There Anyone Left
He has clearly shown his point of view of this process.
He believes it is ridiculous!
And if he doesn't...
He is exposing a decision making aspect of his personality,
To not only be flawed...
But crazed.
And he represents their standards and values?
And he is praised as a leader?
Is there anyone left admitting they have consciousness?
Who is it that still wonders,
If it really makes a difference who leads?
And out of what...
Are those who follow behind being led away from?
And to 'where' will they find themselves awakened,
To welcome an overcoming of such magnificent ignorance!
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Upon What Values and Standards Are My Taxes Being Applied?
Should I apologize to someone staring into my window?
And I am home alone,
Butt naked?
No,
I should not.
I'm the one who should call the cops!
Just on principle on how this started.
But I did not.
That is why I called you and you are here!
Or,
I could have charged a fee like any other event,
People are expected to pay to get such entertainment.
But I did not.
That is why I called you and you are here!
My options did not include turning away,
And minding my business.
Or removing a ladder off a fence.
And put away used binoculars!
I would say that is an invasion of 'my' privacy.
And I'm going to apologize?
Because my nudity causes someone
To jeopardize their own life?
Chancing death for a cheap thrill?
Free?
And at my expense?
I am exposing 'my' flaws...
With no protection at all!
That is why I called you and you are here!
Plus...
There was some risk I took as well.
I could have fell off the dining room table,
In between making those poses.
I thought they were videotaping.
If I had known they were using binoculars...
And none of my activities were captured?
I would not have gone through the trouble.
That made me more angry than anything else.
That's why I demanded your presence in my home!
That is why I called you and you are here!
'I understand that, sir!
But as the Governor of the State of Connecticut,
Calling you local police would have been more immediate.
And far more sufficient.'
So what are you saying?
Invasion of my privacy to scope upon my nakedness,
Is 'not' a federal offense?
'I am afraid not! '
Well,
I am afraid you will be voted out of office.
Upon what values and standards are my taxes being applied?
Where 'is' the justice in any of this?
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Those Most Dependable
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
And on them we're dependent,
But we choose them to offend.
We think of them to think of us,
When daylight comes until it ends.
Those most dependable,
Are not the ones we show...
A giving of respect.
They're often people we neglect.
We take for granted when we panic,
Those who'll fix our needs.
And when they've finished doing that,
We don't show them we're pleased.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often people we neglect.
The most dependable...
Are often those we disrespect.
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With Affixed Discretions
Raised on hate.
Rescinded bad judgements,
Don't break affiliations...
That one makes.
Accepted,
When one is taught...
And raised on hate!
Reflecting a society,
Draped!
And shallowed in denial,
By such debates.
Truth comes late!
When money spoils eyes of those
Who create mistakes!
Exposing ignorance,
As a choice...
To validate what takes place.
And remorse dressed to seek forgiveness...
With excuses,
Does not thaw a salvation...
From hearts feeding,
On demented values condoned.
With a sympathy displayed,
Scored by a symphony that plays!
But when shown...
Some chosen acts of cruelty,
Done by those well known...
Are denied and outlawed!
Uncovering the flaws,
Of a twisted system chewed...
Between the teeth of demon jaws!
Without review!
Or an addressing of the standards
Demanded...
And ordered to continue.
With affixed discretions,
Bloodied, blessed and subdued!
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Success And Image And The Face Of It
Those who say,
Looks aren't everything!
Aren't the ones who are judged,
Based solely upon them.
And besides...
This can be deducted,
From what many prize.
Thick lips, nappy hair and brown eyes...
Are not considered standards,
By those who analyze.
Not for a beauty,
Considered to be immortalized.
No matter who is competent...
In a package that is presented!
If it doesn't suit the taste,
For those who select an image to digest.
As an appearance,
That suggests success...
And not a waste to regret.
It will be the 'image' one picks,
Over a competence that 'may' exist.
'But hasn't it been image and not substance,
That has increased in an invited decadence? '
Well...
Yes.
'But who in reality today believes? '
Remember this...
Image speaks volumes.
And easier to hype.
On the other hand...
Reality is something placed,
On an equality wish list...
Not too soon to happen,
For the sake of changing...
Success and image and the face of it!
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Stealing Praise
When is the best time,
To eliminate associating with those...
Who have given others the impression,
Something you have given to them for years...
Has been deserving?
Do it when they begin to tell others,
With convincing arrogance...
They've done the best they could,
To accomodate 'your' wishes.
'Excuse me?
Say What? '
Say it again...
To let the belief of it sink in.
'Excuse me?
Say What? '
Eliminate your associations with people like this,
And others will begin to plainly see...
Just 'who' has been accomodating 'whom'.
And just who has been stealing praise,
In ways they have claimed to have been justified.
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Improprieties
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
Anything done you did you had time to correct.
And those blatant mistakes you've made,
Would have long been forgotten with an apology.
Your wish to be seen,
As something other than a human being...
Has left you in a deep ditch.
Along with other hypocrites,
You shared a commonness with.
Mixed and socialized in a doing of discreet business.
Well...
It seems as though your improprieties,
From those standards you valued...
Have come to undo you to do you in.
And what you intentionally did to others,
Had not been a good thing to do...
For the doing you did to get done.
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Ha-ha To The Hee-hee
I may not 'ever' obtain a degree,
From M.I.T., Harvard, Yale OR Columbia University...
And from my point of view,
That is not a necessity to have done...
What it is that I do to have been pursued.
And that is to be read...
By those seeking a taste of my version,
Of reality.
Even one who had been depicted a fool,
Like me...
Could be the choice of scholars.
Especially those who can not believe,
They see my name in print.
And my words from their minds wont leave.
Deserving at least...
A ha-ha to the hee-hee!
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The Doctor
Pay some attention
Want to get it right
Ooo-how about you
Minds under pressure
Happens every night
Ooo-let it go
(pre-chorus)
Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And i-i-i oughta know
Lay your hands on me
I prescribe a pill
Ooo-how about now
Tensions a buildin
Need to let it out
Ooo-let it go
Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And i-i-i oughta know
Call me the doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should
Its my own opinion
Its my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the doctor doctor feel good- hey
I make house calls
In the middle of the night
Ooo-to get you right
Come a little closer
Is it pleasure is it pain
Ooo-Ive got the cure
Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And i-i-i oughta know
Call me the doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should
Its my own opinion
Its my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the doctor doctor feel good- hey
(solo)
Love is like a knife
It cuts deep and wide
And i-i-i oughta know
Call me the doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should
Its my own opinion
Its my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the doctor doctor feel good- hey
Call me the doctor
Makes you feel good
Make it feel better now
Everybody should
Its my own opinion
Its my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the doctor doctor feel good- hey
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No Longer Top Of The List
All of them the self-righteous types,
With ambtions to have status.
And socialize with whom they like.
These are the people who expect their lives,
Prioritized the moment...
A discomfort affects them by surprise.
And with 'means' to keep their flaws diminished,
While actively preventing...
Those with less the same benefits.
They now have to accept and come to realize,
No longer top of the list...
Are their wants and wishes prioritized.
'Why do 'we' have to go through this?
Isn't it understood who we are,
And who we know with influence?
We want our lives back like they were yesterday.
None of us could care less,
What a natural occurrence has from us taken away.
Why is it that we have to go through this?
We are better than that.
And we 'demand' what we had returned back to us,
And...
Make it quick.'
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From Their Point Of View
There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences.
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.
There will always be those who choose to see life,
And the struggles others endure...
From movies, widening TV screens,
Or binoculars used as they peer from behind trees...
To validate a faking of a wisdom often to be argued,
With the ones who have received their completed lessons...
Taught fresh from the trenches to prove with wounds,
They did not sit to observe someone else fighting their battles.
There will always be those who choose to see life,
From their point of view.
And not necessarily from their own experiences, either!
As many feeling entitled excuse themselves to do.
And others will volunteer as a sacrifice to feel as a duty,
To assist in securing freedoms for all as promised.
With a few who will come to assist in providing comfort,
Or express an appreciation and with respect...
To the ones who will always associate life,
With a feeling of mental and physical pain for their efforts.
And this is the view many refuse to acknowledge.
Since to do it they will have to admit a reality exists.
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Passé
If you still believe that you can put off and wait...
For a date contemplated,
To be saved in your future.
And applied to a life enjoyed in retirement...
Seduced by a reduced pressured schedule.
You might reconsider,
Altering your plans.
Especially if you are holding out...
With expectations you believe,
You can then demand.
It is highly suggested...
You rearrange your delusions.
And live to do those things today!
Since reality the way it is...
May not keep your agenda in perspective.
Leaving you with few options,
If any at all...
To sit and reminsce,
A life better lived as it is right now.
With total and complete happiness.
Feeling secure with a tenure done,
If you teach with a reaching for a status...
May be as passé,
As a life you let decay...
To welcome nothing but sadness.
Be glad you are the one,
To put your life first!
And standards held you believe you grasp...
Toss them to forever stay in your past.
Things have changed,
Dramatically!
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In The Business Of Others
People with a knack,
For keeping their noses...
In the business affairs of others,
Are often surprised and quite upset...
By secrets kept,
Others keep hidden away from them...
That are right under their probing noses.
And they become offended,
When the 'info' to another has been revealed.
'I thought you told me you two weren't speaking? '
~We aren't.
We email and text.
Finding this the best way to communicate.
Without the rest of the people 'twisting' what they hear,
Within listening distance.~
'And...
What are you implying? '
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