Not One To Encourage A Response, However...
People in hiding,
With beliefs their unspoken intentions...
'Should' be understood.
Are finding themselves,
Alone with their misguided perceptions.
And there is just too much evidence,
That immaturity accepted to nourish...
Flourishes the environment,
With the presence of too many latrent fools...
Doing the best they can to escape,
From the accountability of their actions.
And people blame the children,
For the boisterous disrespect and ignorance.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Can the minds of today,
Address the depth of a shallowness expressed.
And accept this as a reflection of themselves...
As if to take pride in the reality of their social dysfunctions.
And pretend this existence is clear and free of normalcy.
I am not one to encourage a response,
However...
Hasn't it been time that those delusional find,
Truth in themselves...
As a gift and nothing one has to fear!
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Self Inflicted Issues
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
The expectations of them healing from their ailments,
And self inflicted issues...
Is not going to happen with a waving of a magic wand.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
Those people look at one another as the enemy.
When minds are noticed to be hypnotized and absent,
Of nonexistent identites...
Those people look at themselves as the enemy.
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People Are Inclined To Split From It Quick
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance
Accepted and not addressed.
I also know that truth sickens and not mends.
A truth spoken for many is considered wicked.
Although deceiving anyone,
Gets a door to open.
And when that door opens with an allowance done,
People do not fear it.
But from the truth they run.
Leaving the one who comes to speak truth,
Ostracized and shunned because it stuns everyone.
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance.
Accepted and not addressed.
And an avoidance of it,
People are inclined to split from it quick.
Intelligence AND common sense?
Those are the two most forbidden mental elements,
People are taught early to be suspicious of their presence.
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Truth and Reality (Opinion)
Daily at the end of my "anusthaanam"-(spiritual ritual) ", I make a strong, fervent and sincere prayer to the Divinity that intellectuals and scholars in the world should be fearless and speak the truth without any inhibitions. This has been the tradition of our ancestors and speaking truth is essential for the benefit of the society and the society will be able to know the actualities and act on them.
Normally the rulers do not like the truth to be known. Also leaders of ideologies, religions, their supporters and the like also do not like the truth to be known to the ordinary people. The writers are normally and should be fearless such that the ills and evils in the society are exposed and remedial measures are taken. But what is truth?
Truth is what it is or as it is irrespective of perceptions of the individuals. Reality is what we see of truth; how much we see of truth. Reality is always dictated by our mental make-up, likes, dislikes, limitations in our ability and willingness to see, view, comprehend and accept the truth. Reality is individual's perception of the truth. Truth, most of the times, is only perceived and rarely understood or experienced. Thus reality is limited truth. Reality is either inability to be truthful or inability and limitations of the individual to see the truth unbiased. Also truth corresponds to the individual, about himself, his Self and the reality corresponds to the objective world within and without the body of the individual.
Real situations are compromised states of existence in the attempt of pursuit of the truth. We all talk about truth limited by our perception and not the truth most of the times. We have compulsions inbuilt, acquired or imagined not to accept the truth and allow truth to be spoken or spread through us. But truth is a flowing river. It may flood us but it never dries up. On the other the reality is like a stagnated lake. Our fear of repercussions taking place if we speak, accept or propagate truth, make us real and not truthful. We prefer peaceful and calm life. We call that realistic approach and adjust and compromise.
Thus, most of the times, we are not truthful. We are all limited and confined to our perceptions of truth. Truth is best revealed when understood or experienced. But we rarely get such insight. All our knowledge and information is hearsay through books, newspapers, magazines, radio and TV news channels, web sites etc, . We are all aware that these books and news items are filtered through the editors and owners of these media. Thus the perceptions of these responsible and financing individuals decide the truth content in the item. We pick up these as truth and argue or form our own perceptions. Sometimes the editorial policy of the editors or owners of these media do not allow truth as it is to reach us when they find it objectionable in that form. Thus truth is never completely known or allowed to be known and hence not completely comprehended. The fears, imaginations, illusions shape our perceptions and our comprehension of the truth. Many times it appears that no absolute truth exists or known, perceived or understood and experienced. Just as feelings and perceptions of good and bad and other qualities, truth is also relative as "truth to me", "truth to him", "truth to you", "truth to them" and a truth accepted by all is not possible and available to be expressed, accepted or spread and we all mistake our perceptions of truth as truth without understanding or experiencing the truth. But truth is like fire. It can not be hidden or held in hand.
the palm. Truth sneaks through our cautions and suppression and declares itself.
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Adolescent Deeds
Spoiled children encouraged,
To sit and witness their siblings...
Restricted from doing things,
They believe can be manipulated eventually...
Will make attempts to do anything.
If this means to them,
A getting of an attention given.
Believing with an 'innocence',
A 'cuteness' is determined.
But some children grow.
To leave behind their childishness.
With a learning not to disrespect.
Or expect child-like tantrums accepted,
Without someone rejecting their selfishness.
To then make claims of being neglected,
When left to be held accountable...
For actions that reflect,
Immaturity at its best.
And as aults who have aged,
These same 'children' become insulted.
When others too mature no longer will endure,
With a tolerance depleted and absent to feed...
Spoiled children encourage,
To perform adolescent deeds.
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Exposed Behinds In Arrears
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Excuses with abuses have been ignored and accepted.
A process of ignorance has us all infected.
Accountability?
What is that?
Is that a new fad coming back?
And who is proposing it?
Those detoxed and now off crack?
Irresponsibility is a thing now that is the rage.
Of course folks are demented.
Who amongst us now is not absolutely crazed?
Bill collectors everywhere,
Are being pestered by the banks.
And they are dropping from the skies like flies...
Being caught in lies,
Tanking with worthless alibis.
'Naked is the beast...
That has nothing left to feed or eat! '
Believe it.
It is here.
Men and women barely dressed.
And having children fed disrespect.
Exposed behinds in arrears they show!
Using bounced checks to pay their bills.
Spending welfare money...
And shopping to supply their ills!
Believe it.
It is here.
Illiterate minds,
Having illegitimate good times.
With not a shred of evidence...
Of an act of discipline seen!
And people who condone this,
Wonder why they've been demeaned.
Believe it!
These are conditions...
From compositions,
Played and heard!
But much too late to rearrange!
What had been due...
Is now too insufficient to correct.
Believe it!
We are up to our necks,
In a morality debt.
That has satisfied those who are virtueless!
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What Children Once Did
As far as perceptions go,
One should not believe they know another,
Based upon what they have been told.
Everything living like the seasons do change.
There are too many people walking around,
Who have yet to say hello to someone 'known'.
But can spend hours talking about that person,
As if they had witnessed all of their activities since birth.
And when it comes to some folks related to others,
Embellishing what they do as time passes on...
Is enough for them to create who that person is 'today',
Because it was known who they were in elementary schools...
Doing what children once did and still are expected to do.
With the leaving of hints and the dropping of clues,
As to why there is such a tolerance...
For immaturity and the acceptance of ignorance.
And the allowance given not to offend,
Those who have abandoned accountability altogether.
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Hopelessly Fantasized
People are hopelessly fantasized.
Agreeably deceived.
Fearful of truth.
And stubbornly in denial.
What is for them is not a reality as is,
Until it has been sweetened.
With words to encourage...
The hiding of any hints of sacrifice.
And aided by animated and colorized depictions,
Of a suffering done.
Or a movement to denounce,
Any evidence of honesty.
With dancing flowers under a smiling Sun!
Perferrably touched,
By the passing of puffed pink floating clouds.
These are the only visions some minds will allow...
To endure the onslaught of rapid change.
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Peacocking To Flock Together
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed,
And I'm kept a prisoner...
By someone's rush to stupidity expressed.
People are quick to ignite their own storms.
To later admit they were thick-headed and impatient,
And expect a forgiveness for their foolishness...
At someone else's expense they must adorn.
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed.
That's capitalized B.S.
Underlined and followed by defined exclamation.
Everyday people step through fields of manure,
Seeking to blame someone for their actions.
With a seeking 'not' to self examine,
The lure of their own temptating ignorance...
Handed down from one generation to the next to ensure.
Everyday people show they can strip respect away.
With a doing of their own as if protected to condone.
No matter what they do to each other shown,
With a peacocking to flock together like misguided birds...
Bearing the same false feathers to flutter as heard.
'What about us? '
~What about it?
We only collectively gather together,
To express our own unified distrust...
We can not seem to elimiate from ourselves,
Or each other. What about 'us'...is there such a thing? ~
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Preferred Distractions
If you have recently discovered,
You have become one of many people...
Who have awakened to ask,
'What is going on? '
And you are dismayed and distraught by it?
Why concern yourself with the facts of life now?
Crawl back into your shell.
Denial hasn't kept you from redecorating.
And those in denial always find a way,
To address their beliefs to keep themselves...
In preferred distractions to attract whatever it is,
They stubbornly keep intact as a reality kept protected.
And who has the right to say,
A reality that affects the lives of everyone...
Is a reality everyone 'should' accept and MUST face?
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WHO And WHAT Implemented This
How can anyone think or believe,
They could distance themselves...
From actions their own children take,
That provokes others with disrespect...
To then proclaim they are not responsible,
For those actions their children have learned...
From behind walls where they were first taught.
To then take those lessons beyond their own backyards?
With a doing done to create for others havoc!
Is the First Amendment that diverse?
WHO and WHAT,
Inspired with encouragement their transgressions?
With beliefs to violate others is okay?
And with rights that entitles them to do it their way.
From WHERE was this thoughtlessness generated?
WHO and WHAT implemented this in their minds,
To have those who should be accountable...
Find someone else to blame!
And with accusations that dismisses their teachings.
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Direct Correcting
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
To obtain experience,
And gain a knowledge that transcends...
Where an 'awareness' accepted,
Once had been.
Rarely opens all minds at the same time.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
With a defense mechanism,
That stalled like a wall...
The coming in of a comprehension.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
But every now and then,
I can not just sit and pretend...
I am accepting of anyone's delivery to receive,
From them...
A blinding disrespect without my direct correcting.
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Sugar Coating The Wholesomeness Of It
How can anyone look at a tree...
And not notice the leaves on it?
It's done!
How can someone not acknowledge,
A greeting said to them heard?
It's done.
Or the disrespect spoken from the lips of children.
And a total breakdown of discipline!
That too is done!
Truth is there.
Available and free.
Perhaps the reason for it not being sought as much...
Or has the popularity that fantasy and delusion flaunts,
Is its attachment and close association with reality!
And many people use that as an excuse not to deal with it!
And today...
Facing truth and reality,
Is more difficult for many...
Than it is to get a child to eat vegetables.
Without sugar coating the wholesomeness of it!
Making it an accepted game to play.
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Life just 10% of what happens and 90% of how you react
Life 10% what happens and 90% your reaction on the happenings
We are free to choose
Our response in any given situation
But we are not free to
Choose the consequences of those actions
Our actions,
Those governed by right principles
Bring positive results
Dishonesty in dealing can
Bring social consequences,
Depending on whether or not
We are found out
And
Also are our natural consequences
Fix result of our actions,
Which Indian Philosophy puts as Karma
That means our choice of response, in a way,
Is our choice of consequences
The important and decisive factor in life
Is not what happens to us
But, the way
We take towards what happens
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What Has Been Denied
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.
People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.
And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.
One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.
And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.
'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '
That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.
'But,
How can you say that? '
I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.
And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?
'No.'
You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.
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Portrayed As a Togetherness Wished
So divided and un-united as a people they are.
And so without an identity.
Whatever purpose they had,
Has been deluted into a non-meaning.
At one time the response was high.
With an energy few could deny.
But today some just rather walk away.
Than to receive the many labels dispensed...
From those who claim involvement,
In this kind of delusional nonsense.
Portrayed as a togetherness wished.
But their minds are not uplifted...
From the valleys they travel and kept revisited!
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Grassroots And By-Products Of The Ghetto
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
I also see the reasons why...
So many have sacrificed the giving of time and their lives,
To eventually walk away from that which has been cemented...
In minds wanting things to remain just the way they are.
'I'm not asking you to do 'as' I do.
You will do as I say you do,
In my home and I hope that is understood.
No one here seeks your judgement to pass.
Or have asked for it.
And how you handle your business,
May not be a wish how I will handle mine.
I am comfortable here if you're not go home.
To be or not to be as you choose.
I am not confused as to who I am.'
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We'd Like to Make This Perfectly Clear
With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.
Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.
And,
Furthermore...
With emphasis on empathy.
We'd like to make this perfectly clear,
A perception of our greed and thoughtlessness...
Has been more than exaggerated.
'Even though recent videotapings of human remains,
Floating in the waters with ruined vegetation...
Has captured a gross disrespect for the region.
And is directly associated with the activities of your company? '
With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.
Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.
'Then who is to blame,
For this miscalculation of both justice...
And the spirit of wellbeing enforced,
By the Council of World Environment Protection?
Where IS that concern for our fellow human beings? '
With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.
Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Let this be understood,
We are thoroughly and without question...
Extremely conscious of our misdeeds.
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Wishing To Believe They Are Exempt
As a mere child,
I recognized racism existed.
And nothing has changed,
Regardless who interprets it.
Or those who remain in denial,
Of its growing existence...
Wishing to believe they are exempt?
Because they have done the best they can,
To become accepted by the ignorance.
And feel offended when they do not fit in?
Today...
Color is the least thing people can find,
To prioritize what offends them.
And with a dissecting of ignorance,
With an encouragment that evryone should participate...
The process to end all dilemmas would begin.
But then again,
Only fools find comfort in their own limitations.
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To Keep Up With the Times
It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.
With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!
And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!
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Angered That Truth Now Sits
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
The obviousness of it had yet to arrive,
In my environment.
And the mindsets of the people,
Were still locked into blocking...
Anything that dealt with truth.
When it was spoken,
Voices were raised in protest.
Accusations of being negative were mentioned.
People had become sensitive in the protection,
Of their delusions.
With a defending of their ignorance!
The first time I was introduced to truth,
I had to walk around with my head down.
Today?
People are protesting the fading away,
Of their delusions.
They have begun angered that truth now sits.
Truth has declared it remains to stay!
And not make a temporary visit.
People have become upset with it!
And obsessed with the turning back of a clock.
A clock that has long ran out of time...
For them to find themselves and embrace reality!
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