Of Great Humanistic Deeds
The last of a glistening feasting,
Eye popping as is visioned,
Ends.
The pomp and circumstance of it,
Had lifted all imaginations above and beyond...
Staged conflicts.
Ushering the unannounced arrival,
Of a global higher consciousness.
Disagreements argued,
Are stopped to be put on hold.
Warring nations and economic devastation...
Kept frozen to behold,
Exquisite elegance.
At a calculated expense...
That enriches to heights,
Those royalistic dreams.
William, Harry...
And now joined by Kate,
Celebrate a majesticness...
Televised to beam to transfixed billions.
As people of a certain class,
Remind all who view...
How the worship of tremendous selfish greed,
Can inspired the dieing of fantasies...
To procure the squandering of isolated wealth.
Labelled as a right,
To be religiously ordained.
'May the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge,
Live long lives in the performance...
Of great humanistic deeds.
And may treasures obtained,
Do not reflect their purpose to achieve...
That higher goal to please only our Creator.
That will be,
Their responsibility.
And let this proclamation of a long lived epic chapter,
That has instigated divisions between classes...
Be forever closed! '
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Global Deficit
There is a global climbing,
Economic deficit.
And those hungry and homeless,
Had nothing to do with it.
Their lives have been shattered and torn,
With little concern...
To correct this and get their lives fixed.
There is a global climbing,
Economic deficit.
With few blaming the greedy...
Or the thieves employed,
That caused all of it.
Where is this heading?
As divisions of conflicts split?
Only more distrust becomes the experience.
And that seems to be the greatest effectiveness,
Of this...
Global deficit!
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Religiously Humanistic
My writings are often depicted as political.
And I am religiously humanistic.
With observations I deem as realistic.
But then again,
My nationalistic pride...
Is often interpreted as racist.
And being African-American,
I am often entertained...
By the limitations of others.
Especially those who are insistent...
To live pretensiously within them.
When my experience,
Has been primarily culturally mixed.
Afterall...
It would be extremely difficult for me,
To exist in isolation...
As those who constantly remind,
They are the majority in deed that's defined!
In such fragmented and segmented times.
With many but not most,
Elevating to a higher consciousness to boast.
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Demanded For All As a Cleansing
To sit and claim
He does not know 'why'
There are economic failures.
Magnified beyond belief!
And he and his administration,
Were the catalyst for the cause of them.
Says much more
About those who live in denial with incompetence.
And their deeds need not to be further questioned!
Nor can it be expected,
They are capable of providing relief.
If what is not obvious,
With this mix of leadership...
That still has those wondering who 'is' and 'is not'
Mentally equipped,
To recognize their comprehension limits!
Then we all should re-evaluate our fantasies.
And replace them quick!
With enforced and scheduled psychiatric visits!
Demanded for all as a cleansing to heal.
This kind of isolated greed one feeds...
Is from birth.
An indoctrination done,
That follows them throughout their lives.
Never to be for them to examine 'internally'.
Or consciously with an empathy to ever be revealed.
This is not a process of their conditioning.
Greed, theft and excessiveness...
Is for them lives lived to possess from others,
To obtain their success with skills of suppressiveness.
Digested as a quality of life one must protect.
To sustain and maintain their 'interests' at best,
To reflect themselves on levels of greatness.
'Hey...
This rambles! '
And...
What is your point?
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Suited In Demon Evils
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
Anyone,
That is...
Except for those limited with addictions,
Of self indulgence and the restricted belief...
Enemies are on their doorsteps!
And more come to put an end to their own theft!
That has been their only fear.
Their main regret!
And now...
That has been exposed.
In a magnitude that has been amplified!
In a step by step dismantling,
Of a deeply hidden and discreeted deceit!
And completed by one,
Who splurges on high fashion.
Anyone can see...
They need to be strung up by their feet,
For treason.
An economy has been devastated,
By an historic greed.
Staged to bleed a people for their oil.
But the odds have not been in their favor.
Those suited in demon evils.
Not to flavor those of higher consciousness...
With a taste to dismiss such wickedness expressed.
To be addressed.
Like nothing ever seen before.
Or has never been before like this addressed...
To impress upon imaginations stunned by the reality,
Of those who are down low and dirty!
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
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These Elitists
They have concerned themselves,
More with the vote...
And not the folks.
A splitting done in Washington,
Between those conservative and liberal.
As people are living lives...
Trying to survive.
And caring less who is democratic,
Or republican!
And whose ego thrives!
While humanity lives in a suffering.
Through an economic downturn,
Procrastinators bring.
There is a quality of life rapidly evaporating.
And those in the know...
Realize this is not what they chose!
A fighting between those of selfish means...
Has some caring less who is being burned.
As long as they keep divisions seen and in vision...
With an outdated bickering...
To mask a secret thieving.
That progresses the magnitude,
Of a tremendous mess.
And what is really needed to diminish the status quo...
Is a massive psychiatric treatment that is bestowed.
And heeded to administer immediately.
Upon the minds of these elitists.
Crazed to represent days,
Long gone that even then made no sense.
Not if it led their followers,
To today's demented conflicts.
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First To Thirst With An Impression Rehearsed
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
And those making attempts to reach higher to achieve,
Would never be opposed by disbelievers who deceive.
IF insecurities and greed were not priorities to feed...
First!
To thirst.
With an impression rehearsed upon those observing.
If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
Or advocating divisions with an emphasis on race,
To minimize greatness and those benefits replaced!
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Higher Ground
Walk me over this situation
Let the suns light warm my face
Once again the times are changing
Once again Ive lost my way
While the words of acient poets
Fall like dust upon my shoes
Greed has grabbed me of my vision
Turned my heart from higher truths
So take my hand and lift me higher
Be my love and my desire
Hold me safe, in honor bound
Take my heart to higher ground
I have walked too long in darkness
I have walked too long alone
Blindy clutching fist of diamonds
That I found were only stones
I would trade the wealth of ages
For a warmer hand to hold
Though the path of life is narrow
But it leads the streets of gold
So take my hand and lift me higher
Be my love and my desire
Hold me safe, in honor bound
Take my heart to higher ground
In this world we move through shadows
Never sure of what we see
While the truth abides between us
Come and share the truth with me
So take my hand and lift me higher
Be my love and my desire
Hold me safe in honor bound
Take my heart to higher ground
Ooh, ooh
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That Time Approaches Near
What would you do...
If suddenly you discovered,
God was pure energy,
A light force within you?
And 'beings' of higher energies
Are very soon to appear.
From centuries out of our reach!
Ahead of us,
By thousands of years!
What would you do...
If you knew to 'them',
You were barbaric?
The lowest of all humanistic creations.
And they are observing our trivial deeds,
With displeasure they've come to stop!
To set the universe at ease!
What would you do...
When you find you've been fooled.
To worship with a faith,
In 'things' that has nothing to do with you!
And when dimensions like a veil,
From your eyes have been removed.
What would you do...
When beings with powers,
Take complete control over you?
Think about it!
But not too long!
There are other beings here...
Who are aware of what we fear!
And they are going to make it clear...
The right way to love and live our lives!
And that time approaches near!
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Where Is The Satisfaction One Gets
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And how about those with insecurities?
Those who believe they have birthrights...
To enforce and endorse a superiority.
Only to profess their dependency on others.
Without the Sun and Moon,
Would this Earth exist?
Without temptations to market,
Would there be conflicts?
Without resources sitting on 'third' world lands...
Pillaged by those who live to make demands.
Where would they be without nature to feed them?
To hoard and isolate with treasures to pleasure...
While declaring a stolen standard of life,
As one sought after...
Because it is grand?
And measured against others,
Suppressed by their druthers!
To protect with weapons!
And deplete upon command!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
To play hide and seek,
With lost folks?
Or tell ethnic jokes,
To invoke laughter...
At the expense of someone's struggles?
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
None of this makes any sense to me!
If people are seriously seeking harmony.
And I wonder where humanity could be...
If folks did not nurture themselves,
To contrive in secret with priorities...
For the sole purpose,
To deceive, cheat and lie!
I think about this,
And the pitifulness of those thoughtless...
Who wish now to see themselves deprived.
While others they have stripped,
Are left in hunger and homelessness...
To do the best they can to survive!
And what will become of humanity...
When a higher consciousness arrives?
And all eyes are opened to realize,
Their falsely kept traditions...
Restricted to pointless conflicts,
Have finally come to an end and died!
Where is the satisfaction one gets...
Once it is revealed,
There IS a higher consciousness.
Soon to amend all foolishness!
With a lifting of those minds confined,
In a darkness from them removed!
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Duke Of Earl
Duke, duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
As I walk through this world
Nothing can stop the duke of earl
And you, you are my girl
No one can hurt you, oh, no
Yes, i, oh, im gonna love you, oh, oh
Come on let me hold you, darlin
cause im the duke of earl
So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And when I hold you
Youll be my duchess, duchess of earl
Well walk through my dukedom
And a paradise we will share
Yes, i, oh, im gonna love you, oh, oh
Nothing can stop me now
cause im the duke of earl
So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Yes, i, oh, im gonna love you, oh, oh
Come on let me hold you, darlin
cause im the duke of earl
So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Duke (nothing can stop me now), duke of earl
Duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
Duke, duke, duke of earl
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Crowded With Lies
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind crowded with lies.
A progressive mindset,
Has been stunted because of this.
Dismissed are those who wish for reality.
And often they are labelled mavericks.
Or something less flattering,
To ensure their influence has no chance to exist.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
There is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And yet those disillusioned,
Pray on Sunday...
To have their lives fixed.
While listening to sermons,
As to how sins and evil have them bewitched.
Their very lives lived are confused in conflicts.
Although truth for many has become feared,
And resisted.
Observed they are...
Bewildered, bothered and betwixted.
Why are some stunned by truth?
It is not something taught,
One gets accustomed to.
Billions are spent to fantasize.
And there is no room for truth,
In a mind bombarded and crowded with lies.
And the marketing of fresh lies...
Is a mainstay in most societies,
That has thrived and survived successfully!
But a continuation of a success like this,
Does not sustain its permanence.
Eventually a strain draining the brain prevents it.
People everywhere and everyday,
Reflect their lack of consciousness.
And revealing a 'craze' that has become accepted.
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2009
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
People will find themselves delusion free.
And committed to priorities...
Greed and fantasies did not allow them to be.
An awakening of sorts,
Will have them questioning their religious beliefs.
Since those philosophies held onto...
Created their conflicts and their grief!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Remember those times and days of respect?
Expect more of that sincerely reflected.
Accept kindness expressed,
From those you did not expect.
And reject temptation to extend bitterness.
There will be many who will wish to increase peace.
To see the nonsense kept in declaring who is inferior...
As superiority over others,
Will from their minds decrease.
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
Protective thoughts to defend,
Of what is not yours but mine will come to an end.
Since an introduction of a higher consciousness will take affect.
To inspire goodwill for all humanity!
And all who invested in 'things' they lost...
Will discover they have become happier.
To achieve this without paying the cost!
With wishes of simplicity...
To become the focused objectivity!
Two thousand and nine?
Hmmm.
2009?
A new beginning comes.
With a clarity of mind that defines reality!
And leaving behind divisions and nonsense.
Of all kinds.
That's what folks will find,
In 2-0-0-9.
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
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Like An Ocean
(per andreasson/ pernilla emme)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Ocean...ocean...
In the darkness of nowhere
Theres nothing at all
And I feel like Ive been here too long
Shadows and teardrops fading away
And my heart is crying for love
Far from those moments
When my eyes were still closed
And my heartbeat was longing for more
Way over mountains, higher than high
I could feel the breeze from below
Like an ocean...
Like an ocean...
Now tell me your secrets
Come closer and whisper
I feel like Ive seen you before
Theres no more illusions
No more escapes
Cause Im tired of asking for more
Seems like a lifetime fading away
And Im lost in an ocean of love
Im reaching and holding onto my dreams
Cause Im not alone anymore
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Spoken:
Far from those moments
When my eyes were still closed
Way over mountains
Higher than high
I could feel the breeze from below
Its like an ocean, ocean...heeeyehhh
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Like an ocean...
Way over mountains higher than high
Repeat & fade
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Take Me Higher
(narada michael walden/s.j.dakota/germaine)
Take me to that place
Higher
Go, hold on
Go
(take me higher)
(take me higher)
In my mind I see the possibilities
When it comes to love there are no boundaries
Do you think that you and I can work it out
Thats what true loves about
Baby we can find an answer if we look inside our hearts
Love will be there waiting for us
Baby we can rise above it if we leave our doubts behind us
We can learn to fly high above us
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
Where the birds are flying
Take me higher
(take me higher)
See it on the news, theres trouble eveywhere
Gotta reach out show somebody that you care
It aint good to let the bad news get us down
Lets spread some love around
Even if you want to go there
To a place above the clouds
Got to feel the power of love (power of love)
Baby we can rise above it if we leave our doubts behind
We can learn to fly high above us
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
Where the birds are flying
Take me higher
(take me higher)
(repeat)
You gotta reach out
Feel the power of love
Show somebody you care
Take me...
Oh baby
Higher
Take me higher
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
Where the birds are flying
Take me higher
(take me higher)
(repeat)
Take me higher
Take me, take me
Take me higher
(take me higher)
(repeat three times)
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
I want to go flying
(take me higher)
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Mental Gymnastics
There is nothing like maintaining one's consciousness.
One that others may argue with from their point of view.
But a consciousness obtained,
By a life lived through one's own experiences.
And not borrowed from delusions inflicted by another's will.
Or disturbed by conflicts others dish to unnerve courage.
There is nothing like maintaining one's consciousness.
Even though from time to time,
A re-evaluation has to be done...
Just to ensure what is being endured is not a wish,
But a true existence.
And one that is freed from the playing of mental gymnastics.
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Ignorized
Many are starving.
More than 'many',
Have lost their dignity and homes.
Jobs are few and for some nonexistent.
Poverty grows.
And those unaccustomed to this,
Are persistently resistent.
But those who are concerned about ratings,
Of TV shows...
And which host draws the most,
Higher advertising gross.
Could care less what billions of dollars misused,
Should consciously address.
Since minds of greed represent those kinds of people.
And they are the ones,
Why this society is in a mess.
People who feed their self centeredness...
Are reasons why a decadence produces so much unrest.
And why those who are 'sane'...
Are made to be perceived as 'liberal' rejects!
Because those who have media control...
Have their minds only on pocketing dollars.
And not known to uplift with goodwill,
The needs of the masses...
To reflect their very best!
Since most TV 'execs' are soul-less leechers!
Fed to consume,
As fast as they can a trash for them...
Free of responsibility.
With only an objective to see ratings soar and zoom!
While they actively participate...
In the crushing of those viewers,
Who keep their pockets full.
As they, the people...
Unwise and ill advised...IGNORIZED!
Head hypnotized by televised lies.
Blinded are their eyes.
And faithfully fated awaiting a programmed doom.
Glued to this twistedness with anticipation and kept fools.
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Selfish Isolation
They believe what has been stolen,
From wicked beginnings...
Belongs to them.
Declaring with documents,
Who has rights...
To live the kind of life they like.
And using their injustices,
To rule upon others' land.
With weapons that defend their 'interests'...
With a firm and upper,
Rusting...
Corrupted hand.
With divisions they've inflicted,
They insist a united front exists!
But even with their greed afflictions...
Their beliefs aren't to unify.
As depicted by the turmoil...
They let persist to the bitter end.
And now their conflicts...
Have come to reflect,
A selfish isolation!
With a total disrespect.
And a regret that faces them!
Pray they do,
But it's too late.
For a fate that awaits their sins.
This is what happens to folks who aspire...
To rule with a might.
Only God declares and protects...
When He alone is in their sight!
And political divisions,
Are not what God envisions!
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Elected To Fix An Economic Crisis
What minds are behind,
The spending of billions of dollars...
For two people to hollar promises,
GUARANTEED to 'all'...
If elected to fix an economic crisis.
What nonsense advertised,
Is going to change the quality of lives...
Overnight?
Or increase a depleted reality that exists?
When what has been wasted,
Could eliminate the deficit with a quicker pace.
What idealistic dreams are kept,
That will deliver a feasting of greed...
For those already suffering from hunger,
AND homelessness?
With other needs dismissed that go unheeded.
And what deluded fantasies are left,
That have not yet been swept...
Away to fill the bulging pockets everyday,
Of those thieves teasing...
With their smiles and high profile deceptions.
Which elitist who represents...
Those supporting to have their special interests,
Protected regardless of who is elected...
Is going to have influence enough to convince,
Life as we know it needs an injection of sincerity meant...
Before a peace that could be easily reached dies upon the streets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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