Observed But Unbelieved
We are taught...
A way of life is only acceptable,
If it is lived from our point of view!
Although our values are flawed,
And we are awed by conflict.
...with a touch of war and self-obsession.
Our abilities to reflect,
How we expect to be treated...
Falls short of our actions,
Observed but unbelieved!
Hypocrisies are a given...
As empathy is shown,
In many charitable ways!
And this we insist to be,
A factor well known!
Grace upon the arrival of each day.
And blessed we are,
To inflict this advantage!
However...
There is a self-righteousness,
In the standards we embrace.
And we are unable to face,
A divisiveness that splits and stays!
Although a wholesomeness about it,
Is daily portrayed as we employ our joys...
By a propaganda marketed without delay!
With the best of subliminal injections.
Leaving nonconformists much annoyed!
And this we insist is diplomacy,
If understood...
How it could and should be convinced,
In movements actually lived!
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Convincing of the Wholesomeness
If we did not live for hypocriscy sake...
Our hypocritical way of life,
Would not be so democratically envied!
From a conceptual perception...
Alleged and pledge at birth!
As we have been conditioned to believe,
With such a passion...
That our values and standards,
Are such 'must haves' to be enforced upon others.
With a convincing of the wholesomeness of decadence,
Which benefits those upholding 'Christian' traditions!
And these beliefs are worthy of inflicting conflict...
Wherever there is an invitation or a need determined,
To insist that the best of life is lived to pay taxes...
With a zeal to cheat and lie at someone's expense!
Proving one's patriotic devotion and loyalty to the 'cause'.
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You Want to Gain...What?
You want to gain...
What?
Fame, fortune and wealth?
To feel you are above everyone else?
To deal them with teases...
Just to please yourself?
You want to gain...
What?
Attention you insist belongs to you?
To set pretensions upon their point of view.
What does this 'really' do for you?
Would this erase your insecurities...
And those obscenities that you spew?
You want to gain...
What?
A dignity and pride...
With 'things' and objects,
You believe holds a head high.
Or eyes on you!
To be awed by a fake persona.
And left transfixed...
By your masquerading of it!
You clearly feel an emptiness.
And this you keep inside.
Nothing you choose to express to impress...
Will ever address what you deny!
And an identity unknown...
Seems to leave you depressed,
With regrets.
This is shown!
And moving forward beyond this...
With determined steps,
Will not gain you what you wish.
If you are too afraid...
To expose and admit,
Mistakes you've made!
But you insist...
None are there to fix.
You want to gain...
What?
A way to disguise your blemishes,
There and appearing.
Or a way to escape from your flaws?
No one finds endearing.
Which of these do you believe can not be seen?
You want to gain...
What?
Another life?
One you don't find,
So disgusting?
To live one that is lived perfectly right!
One you wished you had lived less distrusting.
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Going To Be Left To Leave
Wouldn't it be nice,
If we were not enticed by temptations.
And peace wished to exist,
Would not be marketed...
With such a high price to pay for it.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If people lived with values...
Others respected.
And did not discover them to take away.
But left them alone to appreciate.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those differences God sees fit...
Were actually accepted,
And all who live to witness it...
Would think of themselves as blessed.
Wouldn't it be nice,
If those asleep would awaken with wishes...
To leave behind their selfish ways,
To realize there is only one Earth.
And the Earth comes first.
And no matter who 'has' or believes 'what'...
No one or that which is claimed to possess,
Stays to remain without a transition.
Everything shown is going to be left to leave,
On Earth as it is meant to be.
Right where they are...
The Sun, Moon, Earth and Stars,
Are not in conflict.
If they were...
You and I would not exist,
To make claims of ownership.
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Intent of Your Analogies
How can you accuse me of being racist,
When I am the one profiled...
In my own backyard.
Microscoped and studied!
How can you do this?
And insist on using comparisons.
With statistics to prove and show...
My abilities and progress,
You publicly announce is below yours!
And decidedly quite slow.
How can you say I live substandardly?
When you are there to ensure,
My advancements made are limited...
As you wish them by your actions to be.
And the affects of your oppression,
Only reflects your insecurities.
Tinged with your obsession
Anyone who has lived to witness this,
Knows how preposterous your allegations.
And the intent of your analogies.
Glorified with a suppression you possess.
And it is no coincidence,
'Anal' is the root that summarizes your excuses.
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In A Duality That Is Lived
Good could not exist all alone,
Without evil near to feed it...
In a duality that is lived as is.
Nor could a mediocrity flourish in climates,
When an atmosphere condones it...
As an acceptable vision allowed and permitted.
It is pointless to insist without resistance,
That victims are not marketed from birth...
To attract to themselves harm to thirst it first,
When minds are conditioned to be curious.
And no one can claim they have found Utopia,
If not having had visitations from demons.
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This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
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These are Values and Standards Kept Within
Deliberate and scheduled maintenance,
Prevents foundations from becoming weak.
Boosts and bolsters securities monitored
And reflects a respect given.
Twenty four hours,
Each and every day each week.
A pride is shown!
With a discipline that seems to be attached,
To unquestioned competence.
A strength beams to gleam in a constant glow.
And support of it is given, bestowed and not hidden.
As if understood and unmistakably comprehended.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
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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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For You This Also Was True
If an experience obtained,
From a life lived free of restrictions...
Found to conflict with those who have none.
Or seem to appear to be limited.
What is the point being made,
By remaining in an argument with someone...
Who will insist what exists,
They have yet to experience...
Needs their validation with a thorough examination,
To be accepted before it is made known.
Know this!
Since for you this also was true!
So what is the best thing to do?
Agree and walk away.
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In His Eyes! And Ours
Times then were lived,
Within our means.
We valued being clean.
Respected as expected.
This is what everyone did without neglect.
And embraced hygiene!
This was a fact of life known and seen!
Sold on concepts of a desire to learn.
Wanting to comprehend lessons taught...
That broadened our lives with a competitiveness.
With a fear of limits ignorance welcomed.
And we then wished no part of this.
We sought to grow.
And this assisted with an identity dignity presented.
Times then were lived within our means.
To deceive...
Was then thought to be despicable.
To cheat and lie about it,
Did not excite or sit well...
With those who suffered through the consequences,
Of their ways that dismayed.
Today...
People talk the 'walk' but do not walk the talk.
People say they have good intentions.
But leave no evidence of it seen.
Today...
People talk about their standards and values.
As if this is held in an exclusiveness.
And a membership is required for this to be addressed.
Today...
People are obsessed with their possessions.
Their good credit scores and loans they can obtain.
Because they have maintained status given,
Although they keep blemishes hidden...
That may reveal their tainted names.
And they cheat.
Lie.
And deceive!
With lifestyles lived well above their means.
And yet,
When suspected...
Nothing about them is respected.
Nor do the judgements they pass on others...
Keep tax collectors from locking them out,
From foreclosed homes they bragged about.
OR...
Do they 'today' have the means to feed, protect
Or shelter themselves,
In peace.
Times we lived then,
Were lived within our means.
And we were taught to be grateful.
To feel we were blessed.
And we should express this to God.
On a daily basis kept routined!
Like promises we made to ensure we had good hygiene.
And then God...
And only God,
Will make sure our lives lived were lived right!
In His eyes!
And ours.
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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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Doldrum Free
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
There is now a peace beneath my daily bouts,
With conflict.
They are there but I no longer sit with them.
They no longer demand my time...
Found when I am snuggled up in doubt!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
Shouting I do with delight...
I hope this process isn't mind to witness alone!
Infighting without insight,
These doldrums I borrowed...
I never owned.
I did not know that!
But I know I keep my faith,
And something about that pleases my Savior!
God has come to lift me from my doldrums.
And it was as if I knew instantly...
Why they were there so long!
I was finally convinced,
The world I lived in and thought was mine...
To fence in defended senselessness,
Was of God's creation!
I am here to test burdens...
Not to market them to insist they produce pleasure!
And when God came to lift me of those burdens,
They were no longer mine to define with emotion!
God knows I am not competent reflecting sorrow!
That task He took away from me...
Leaving me doldrum free as He commands!
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Illegitimate Judgements
The doubling of standards lived,
Has cracked foundations...
Of tired traditions,
Rocked by what 'truth' is!
Passing illegitimate judgements,
From narrow minds in times that are sick.
Proves that liberty and justice for all...
Are 'schemes' sold to many,
That can't be forced to fit!
One group chooses from their point of view,
To demean with disrespect that is seen!
As another finger pops and hip hops through life...
Are marketed to have values that are the best,
Of 'worldly' sparkling blinge with diamond sheen!
Then proclaimed degrading remarks,
Starts sparks to fly with snarls and barks.
Startling those who have choosen to live apart!
In pretense separated by fences
As values praised aren't reflected on pop charts!
The troubles descending upon mankind today
Are pieces of false securities,
Once lifted blindly...
To glorify those of greed,
Sheltered and dazed.
And obvious it is,
Very few have escaped this craze.
As the passing of illegitimate judgements,
Are lifted higher...
In glorious voices raised.
To shield the wickedness,
Of these times lived...
That are savored with lust,
Greed and praised!
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Attempts Made To Prevent Change
A routine affixed to descriptions of stability,
Once depicted in overtures praised...
Has not strengthened aging to crumble foundations,
Built in days to glorify values and standards.
But has stubbornly resisted,
Against a flexibility these days lived...insist.
Time has proven,
Only that which is flexible sustains and endures...
With drastic adjustments made if needed,
Enabling innovative proactive actions consideration,
To continue forward with a pace that stays,
Current and updated to appreciate.
Reassuring those still left afraid....
That a future faced must let go of a grasp,
Wishing to maintain the relevance...
Of a quickly fading and dieing past.
And any attempts made to prevent change,
Will not or can it as is...in ignorance, forever last.
Reviewing to revisit and remininsce the past,
Would better serve a cost effectiveness...
If left to exhibit in museums.
Isn't that the purpose for them?
To visit and review what is on display...
Then to leave what has been exhibited when finished.
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Elated To Have Been Distanced
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
Those on the side witnessing their values diminished,
By the ones they've entrusted to keep them endeared?
Or the ones advocating the others to be fools,
To dismiss those standards hyped as reality...
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Who continue to offend them with truth...
Are defamed on a daily basis,
For their attempts to introduce truth to them.
From which side are those with kept delusions,
Would 'they' say are most difficult to view?
When both sides refuse to accept reality as it appears,
With a denying of its existence?
And those censored as nonconformists,
Sing their praises to be the ones isolated...
To view all of this from a higher consciousness.
And elated to have been distanced.
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Portraying Themselves As a Class of Masters
These matters would not exist...
If not discussed,
With such digusted persistence.
To insist that what is not real for some...
Does not undo what has been done,
Or mean others are not dealing with it...
For centuries to overcome.
Some would say homelessness and racism,
Aren't realities lived surrounding them.
And yet there are millions living like this,
In a country they all live in!
And these situations are not just observed,
From tourists eyes...
But also lived by countless others,
Who can not hide as they try to survive.
Poverty and joblessness...
Aren't fantasized conditions,
Just 'minorities' live with!
They happen to dwell in urban cities...
While a 'majority' come into work,
And leave these scenes strapped with taxes...
Taking resources and quick they flee!
Those hustling with fat paychecks,
Want to believe...
They are not restricted,
From an abundance of opportunities!
And as long as they reflect,
A standard of life they respect...
Their visions are not limited,
With constant reminders they are rejected...
By someone else's perspective!
As they live in a 'world'
With images of themselves everywhere displayed.
Providing comforts for those of similar faces...
Portraying themselves as a class of masters.
And shepherding others,
To their accepted places!
As they announce their actions...
Benefits their interests,
To incite destruction and immoral conflicts.
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Learning to Function On the Assumption
Learning to function on the assumption,
That all of life operates as one initiates and dictates...
Is not a healthy outlook.
And isolates that kind of mind,
In confines of endless conflict.
When everything done must come from that point of view...
Insecurities are taught to be defended.
And those who oppose this obvious illness that shows,
Are to be symbolized as enemies.
Although the threat imposed is instigated to control.
And this for them begins the unravelling towards their end!
With no empathy or mercy from nature shown.
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Over Medicating With A Self Importance
We can't imitate the living of life.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Nor can we insist what is not visible exists.
But so much of life lived is not visible...
To expose to anyone to prove it being done.
Most of life lived when given,
Is based on sheer faith and confidence.
Patience and the giving of sacrificial time.
With the knowing in one's mind.
Something divine is keeping track of the mess,
Human beings have made in attempts to perfect nonsense.
We can't imitate the living of life.
Once one has been blessed with it.
There is something genuine and real,
About the feelings one has.
We can,
However.
Prevent others from doing so.
To leave them to live their own lives.
And allow others to learn and grow,
For the sharing of those experiences.
But many don't get this!
Without that interdependence.
We limit eventually,
Our own growth process.
And the evidence of that,
Does not need a tour guide.
We would rather destroy other lives,
With the enforcement of values and standards...
We perceive with beliefs are best for others,
When in fact.
We are hard pressed to show any evidence,
To convince within our own minds.
Of that working for ourselves.
But an over medicating with a self importance?
We can do with the right prescription.
Not to take but to test.
With the observing of the affects on others.
To arrive at a feeling of perfection.
And that,
As of yet.
Can not be found.
However.
We can always say,
What we believe has been achieved.
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Labored Dreams
Too long in a deep sleep,
I had to have been.
My ideals now swept away...
In view of the sadness,
Etched on once judgemental faces.
Did they not tease,
And refuse to acknowledge my aspirations?
Believing themselves to keep and dispense,
My every wish...
If they so chose to deliver without suspense.
And they loved to see my anger show.
Those of quickened steps paced,
Kept busy in a haste.
Now slowed by unemployment.
And a loss of dignity.
Did they not do that to me?
Crude and rude and thoughtlessly.
Too long in a deep sleep,
I had to have been.
To witness this stripping done.
And a quality of life lived,
Suddenly gone from some.
With more to come to know this...
Shifting of an economic sting.
Thought by many,
Never to their doorstep to bring.
Not with such a shutting down...
Of their labored dreams.
And the apathy shown...
To those too familiar with their struggles,
Dismissed.
Seem today more now than ever...
To be understood as it is lived.
With few feeling an empathy sincerely given.
Or a willingness to share,
Their dependence on subsidized grief...
That forces them to pinch,
On a daily basis.
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Daring To Be Self Righteous
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And we weren't judging the depth taken,
Of someone's moral fiber dipped in decadence.
From a point of view that criticizes,
While we live our own hypocritical lives...
Daring to be self righteous,
As we all continue to patronize the height of sleaze.
And doing our best to climb that ladder with ease.
With a feeling to be entitled.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
Although when publicized publicly...
There is a need instantly to defend a discipline,
That does not exist.
And when someone admits to us what we can kiss,
Immediately we become appalled.
With a wish to censor the innocence of 'children'...
Who are directly marketed to be as filthy as possible,
With the consent of all claiming to be 'trendy' and progressive.
Wouldn't it be great,
If our moods and values...
Had standards that were consistent?
And there was a benefit to our pretentions,
That were not so obviously seen cracking at the seams.
And our motives were not so obviously confused,
With a making of sense that today is nonexistent.
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