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Obviousness of It

I want to know,
You.
Not that 'you'...
Prepared and rehearsed.
With lines to deliver crisp and quick.
To do and say what you think,
Is in my best interest.
No...
Not that!
I'm directing this!

I want to know,
You.
From where I want you,
To feel me.
And...
That deeply!
With an ultimate shallowness,
Of seeking your pleasure...
As a goal.

To meet discreetly.
And naked if we decide,
To share a chemistry prioritized.
But that 'you' I want to know!
My heat does not generate deceit...
In my eyes.
They can't!
You've got my nose wide open!
And you can rely on that to be devoted.
It has to show...
You melt me.

Not that you might already suspect,
The obviousness of it!

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An Obviousness That Is Set Into Motion

When it becomes easier to belittle,
Someone's achievements...
From a hidden jealousy,
And for despiteful reasons.
That begins to expose an obviousness!
An obviousness that is set into motion.

An unintended and indirect promotion begins.
And degrading patronizing statements made,
Only propels those who excell...
To a wider appeal with more adulation.
With character assassinations,
Dooming the ones who initiate them.

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Fixed In A Stubbornness

Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,

Every warning face with messages delivered,
They have ignored.
Every chance to self examine with an honesty,
Has been refused to explore...
The maintaining of wishes they can not dismiss.
They view themselves as having 'character'.
And not suffering from severe defective mental illness.

Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
With a blaming of others for their own failures.

And a hope they have to change their leadership,
With a strengthening of their myths...
Will erase their pains they have self inflicted,
As well as relinquish them...
From all aspects of their foolishness to add even more,
Sweetness.

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Sustaining to Maintain That

I will be there 'with' you,
To prioritize what to do to get done.
I am that one!
But I will not be there 'for' you,
In the support of your fears.
Or a stagnation that is clear,
With an obviousness...
You wish it stays to remain.
Sustaining to maintain that...
Is all yours.

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Things Happen For Their Reasons

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.

Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.

Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.

And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.

Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.

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The Obviousness Of It

So busy they have been,
With the exchanging of masks.
And the playing of tricks.
They have forgotten...
Innovations come to undo things done.
And the only ones doing,
What they love doing with a doing of it done...
Are the few still left,
Bored to tears with the obviousness of it.

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An Obviousness In The Existence

Relatively speaking,
All that had connected once to relevance...
And related with clarity,
Is today no longer relevant with significance...
To all the represents,
An obviousness in the existence that appears...
Of disparities viewed as character weaknesses.
And dismissed is the feeding of complete ignorance.

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Questioned For Shallow Standards Kept

Willing one's adopted comprehension
Of what a prominence is on others to project
Is like any temporary state of an effective delusion
Until
That which is faked
Eventually loses a standing of credibility
Of that which supports the superficiality of it all
With all involved questioned for shallow standards kept
And attention to protect plagiarists and their obviousness

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Deities' Amongst Us

They believe themselves to be keeper of secrets,
Stolen from sacred tombs.
They believe themselves to possess,
Origins of an existence...
They wish to themselves kept.
Although something far greater amongst us looms.

And to themselves kept,
Is unrest.
Unhappiness.
And digesting a foolishness...
To only them they get to digest.
An order of higher consciousness,
Has begun to set.

Their mindsets are disturbed.
And an obviousness of this...
Is being monitored closely,
By 'Deities' amongst us...
Doing it with much interest as 'they' observe.

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The Obviousness Of Delusion

Keeping up with appearances,
And striving to sustain a maintaining of an image...
Eventually becomes to be viewed as one's insanity.
Especially during these times,
When those who are clearly out of their minds...
Seem to be the ones more conscious of image.
And not able to embrace the reality of change.
With the obviousness of delusion,
Being stripped away on a daily basis.
To reveal truth and its existence everywhere.

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Undetected

The only thing left mysteriously kept,
By those denying they hide from truth...
Is what part of it do they believe,
They perceive goes undetected?

And who can be fooled,
Once being introduced to truth...
Will not suspect they have been deceived,
With a blinding of charm and flattery received.

What else revealed to eyes wide open,
With those choosing to conceal...
An obviousness as leaves on Oak or Maple trees?

What else is 'real' or not,
To those wishing to keep accepted reality blocked?
And their delusions ripened and fresh,
Yet protected from those who object.

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Self Examination Is a Process That Must Take Place

I am not one up to addressing stress.
Or the affects of neglecting the effects of it.
But those who defend and protect the obviousness
Of their own unhappiness,
Because they choose to keep their stress kept secret...
Can not be helped.
I've dealt with it myself to know the steps.
People who have already decided to over-medicate themselves...
Have chosen not to face their own reflections.
And self examination is a process that must take place,
If anyone is going to progress beyond their afflictions.

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Having An Interest

Having an interest to understand something,
Makes it easier to comprehend.
And that understanding wanted increases to flourish,
With a nourishing that heals and mends.
And an acknowledgement needing not to be prompted.

Although on the other hand...
If there is no concern expressed shown at all,
After scratching one's head to the obviousness of it.
Those questions asked about why the lack of interest...
Will also quickly fade away eventually.

Leaving that which only has interest directed,
Getting all of the attention without the requesting...
To at least express some.
And when none comes,
Why bother?

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Thinking Independently

A conditioning process,
That has completed with success...
And noticed for its obviousness,
Seen?
It is best...
Not to interfere with those priogrammed.
Or come between them and their suppressors.
You will be attacked with such aggressiveness...
Quicker than any enemy.

A people like this,
With their instilled ignorance...
Have been trained to identify,
Those suspected of expressing intelligence.
Do not test the depth of their comprehension.
You will find few if any,
Thinking independently!
With a fear ever present in their eyes.
And an absence of integrity.

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The Effects Of Freedom And Entitlements

There were times when those oppressed,
Use to beg and request their freedom.
With a wish to have their interests accepted,
And intergrated.

Well...
All requests today are now subjected to scrutiny.
With the effects of freedom and entitlements given,
Proven not to be beneficial to anyone's progress.

The obviousness of disrespect and the crumbling of values,
Can no longer go undetected to protect those living with regrets.
Unless they are one of 'those' with a nose too high up in the air,
To avoid a stench they from the trenches helped create.

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The Ones Unaware

There is no sense in hiding.
What does one hide?
And from whom?

Formulated identities,
Are what they are.
And this people see.

What is hidden is not invisible.
An obviousness is there.
The only ones in hiding,
Are the ones unaware!

There is no sense in hiding.
What does one hide?
And from whom?

Misdeeds done...
Eventually come to bloom.
For all to see.
From those places no longer assumed.

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Very Few Know The Difference

The attention given to not paying it...
Will soon be in conversations mentioned.

To refuse to get involve and to solve what is seen,
When it appears initially on the scene...
Has produced its regrets!
In such an obviousness.

And...
There is no 'catch up' in time to be gotten either.
It is easier to forget...
That which one should have never forgotten.

A loss of self respect...
Will not generate a life of sweetened fragrances.

There are steps one takes that should connect,
To strengthen one's comprehension that identifies a purpose.
And very few know the difference between purpose...
That has lost a vision and a vision that has no depth to be seen.

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Your Determination

We've come to a dead end.
And to retreat now,
Would be our own declaration...
Of being self defeating.

'That's odd.
What prompted you to acknowledge it?
Was it the steel encased cemented and brick wall.
With the razor barbed wire adorning the top of it...
To lead you to this obviousness?
Or...
Was it the yelling of those you passed along the way,
You were convinced were dissidents and nonconformists...
Shouting to turn back.
And go another way?

But you found them not to be impressively dressed.
Plus none of them seemed civilized enough,
For anyone to listen to what they had to say...
To influence your stubbornness?

But this can be said about your determination...
You no longer have to concern yourself,
About those warning you...
Having a conflict of interest.

You have helped them to prove you wrong.'

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With A Caring Less Of Their Obviousness

Not having an ability to face truth,
When the practice of hiding behind excuses...
Has become as stale as denials still used,
Makes the mistakes made by innocent children...
More comforting to witness,
Than the fools adults make of themselves.
Especially the ones attempting to implement,
The same innocence.

And since children haven't lived that long,
To be labelled with a title of ignorant.
There are many who have reached adulthood...
That seem to be proud to be entitled as such,
With a caring less of their obviousness.
To earn to get no respect.
Even from their own children.

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As They Prepare And Await

As they prepare and await to have a confrontation,
Those who have been aware of this...
Have paid them no attention.
None that threatens,
Other motivated intentions.
So they continue to pretend,
Not to notice them.

And since there is a higher consciousness involved,
Those wishing to dissolve their hidden insecurities...
Prove they are clueless,
As to what they should do next...
To further undermine themselves with an undressing,
Of their immaturity and limitations they can not leave.
At least to keep protected from an obviousness.

'What are they doing over there? '

~The obvious.~

'But shouldn't 'they' be aware of it? '

~Yes.
They should.
But apparently not from our point of view.~

'I have an idea.'

~What is it? ~

'Let's pretend with hints we are concerned.'

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Unable To Tell The Difference

Not many do I regard as being original.
Too many are followers.
With 'that' as a wish...
To appease those unable to tell the difference.

Very few are daring enough to innovate.
So many minds are limited and faked...
With a patience that awaits for someone,
To create to enable them to plagiarize the taste.

And the obviousness of this can not be dismissed.
Not by those who know the aspects of what's genuine.
And that authenticity always has with it fresh air.

Not many do I regard as being original.
Too many are followers.
With 'that' as a wish...
To appease those unable to tell the difference.

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