On Which Side Of Hypocrisy Do You Reside?
It has been exposed.
Why can't you face it?
Those disenfranchised,
Did not create or cause your current dilemma.
Neither did the homeless, the hungry...
Or those confined to live in inner cities,
Have a wish to live lives like this.
Those illiterate and ignorant,
Did not choose to isolate themselves.
Or chose to be abandoned with needs,
By those who created for themselves jobs...
Feeding delusions as they depleted identities.
No one effectively suppressed,
Invent fear or the aspects of threats.
Or control the media!
Be it TV, movies or the printed press.
No one you have selected to character assassinate,
Defame to shame or intentionally oppress...
Had any influence over your decisions,
You made with a narrow mindedness.
It has been your way of life...
That has produced dire effects.
And yet you protest against the rise of wickedness?
With deeds done that deceive,
Has not made any of this cost effective.
In fact,
Isn't your reality being financed by creditors,
You are deeply indebted to...
Overseas?
And you want to treat me the way you've done?
On which side of hypocrisy do you reside?
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I Chose to Like My Own Life
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then to do it.
Since many then pretended,
With no identifiable dignity.
Or a pride that had reality.
I chose to live my life right.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading.
With dim light to pass.
I chose to greet the morning Sun.
Feeling a freedom at last.
Like never before I felt could be done.
I opened the door inside of me once closed.
And released my own mind...
To find a truth I could believe,
See and daily breathe.
And wanting more of 'me' exposed.
And I chose to like my own life.
Not finding fault or wrong with it.
Or defending what for me felt right.
What for me I knew existed.
I chose to like my own life to live,
As I do...
To prove,
It is mine to live it as I choose.
And this day I choose to live my life!
And so peaceful do I sleep at night.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading,
Behind an assortment of masks.
With no direction on my path,
Cemented and paved.
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then.
Since many then pretended.
As if that was their task.
And pretending for me,
Has ended.
As clear as unstained glass,
Allows light to pass through it brighter...
With no intention to leave a blemish.
Coming as it does,
To radiate that which lives.
And this day I choose to live my life!
For me...and you too.
To get those deeds we need to do,
Done.
Knowing now we have identified,
And overcomed the fear...
Of liking one another like we like ourselves.
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The Best Of Images That Represent
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And who self righteous,
Will ever admit...
Something has gone terribly wrong,
In their insistence persisted...
Of this permitted existence.
Expensive is the ongoing investment made,
In ignorance.
No longer is it cost effective,
Deciding who sees and who stays blind.
Or the act to praise some with an uplifting done,
While leaving others behind.
Who made the decision,
To choose those to represent high ideals?
Who made the decision,
Selected standards and values...
Would be the best etiquette?
Who decided to mess up everything like this?
And please,
Don't let it be...
The act of illegal aliens.
Or those homeless and hungry,
Pleading on their knees.
Wishing to give the best of images that represent,
The quality of life and those highlights of a great society.
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Exceptions Made To Created Rules
Exceptions made to created rules,
Has established the need.
For a Department of Addendums.
Making the following of rules,
Foolish.
For anyone attempting to understand,
The purpose of their origin.
Since the following of rules legitimately,
Hasn't made those values and standards...
Many proclaim as adding a quality to their lives,
A cost effective proposition.
In fact,
Prior to those exceptions made,
One's life lived had been with less complications.
Today,
Those complications are needing interpretations...
For those seeking explanations,
Whether to live basically with no rules to follow.
Or demand more addendums,
To define what basic means.
And which lawful rule is broken,
If one decides living a life that 'is' basic
Will not have them arrested for indecent exposure.
Since many will protest they have become offended.
By someone daring to live,
Without attempting to make impressions.
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
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Deeds I Seed and Sow
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Many wished it easy for themselves.
And followed upon a certain,
Obstacle free smooth surface.
Less bumpy of sweat and grind.
To prove those who sought to be challenged...
Would find they've been left behind.
And the ones overwhelmed,
With a process thought ridiculous...
Chose to live lives of deception and tricks.
Hoping to lick,
A system that would award them with triumph!
Quick.
To impress with appearances dressed.
And finding an acceptance,
From those addressing polished images seen.
'Be patient with yourself.
Do not look down in depression.
Or to the side for anyone else.
If your abilities merit attention...
There will be little,
From your lips you will have to mention.
Your deeds will speak,
For themselves.
Within your mind keep this repeated,
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
We all have made our decisions.
And began taking paces,
Towards our fates.
On selected paths.
With eyes we hoped were clear.
To afford our desires,
An unregrettable pass.
Undeterred and focused.
Within your mind keep this repeated.
Do not allow defeat be seated!
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
'Deeds I seed and sow...
Will speak for themselves.'
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Living Under Such Duress
You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.
That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!
And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?
Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!
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Free Will
Created in God's likeness
But distinct because of free will
Men were made for goodness
But some choose evil still.
God did not create abortion,
Terrorism, drugs, perversion
Homosexuality, or rebellion-
Nuclear bombs of destruction!
God did not create the famine
The climate changes and tsunami
These were effects that is seen
By man's greed and idolatry
To blame God for everything
Is to conclude that all men are robots
No brains and are not thinking
An easy option, but surely not.
From Cain, sin had gone this far
We're capable of shedding blood
Of hatred, murders and ugly war
All these- if we do not have God.
Free will is our own decision
For all men were born to be free
We can chose to sign our destruction
Or we can live this life in Victory.
Now choose.
'Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, SIN is crouching at your door; it desires to have you BUT YOU MUST MASTER IT.'
GENESIS 4: 6-7
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 20,2010
Philippines
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Under Duress
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is how life should be lived.
And those faith based beings,
Seem to be spiritually encouraged.
They are the ones motivated first,
By an inspiration to create...
From a place innovation is born.
To allow others to plagiarize to live easier lives.
It is getting increasingly obvious...
The difference between,
Those who are comfortable in their skins.
And those trying to fit in,
To get paid some attention.
They become frustrated by another's success.
They believe they are entitled to be self centered,
With an expression of selfishness.
They perceive those homeless and hungry,
As the ones unlucky who became suppressed.
But the ones wishing to impress,
Are the ones self destructing...
From a lack of consciousness they do not possess.
Those attached to life,
From a perception of limitation...
Are made easy to believe,
A presentation that attracts...
The physicality of things,
Is a quality of life to live as addressed.
And if it is?
Why are people like this,
So unhappy...
With themselves?
And if it is the kind of life to live,
Why are people living lives like this,
Finding more and more...
Their beliefs being dismissed?
And they find themselves,
Living under duress.
Which is under the rest,
Of those historically oppressed.
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
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With Wishes To Provoke and Defame
A history kept that has been embellished,
And exaggerated when told...
Eventually weakens a diminishing society,
By those who choose to battle to keep...
Comforts and customs unravelling,
From delusions fed to reveal an absence...
Of substance.
And depleted they are of an integrity...
That fears an unbeatable truth that pursues,
With brutal reality.
'You speak as if you are not part of this? '
I am just an observer.
Like many with abilities,
Depicted and ignored as insignificant.
And from where I stand...
There has been some benefit,
To being considered invisible.
Although, periodically, I am found to blame,
By those with wishes to provoke and defame...
Contibutions made but stolen by those who claim,
Them as their own.
Idiotic and dangerous are those unconscious actions taken!
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
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Lives Limited In Meaning
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For reasons not to find a rhyme,
To give.
And for many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning!
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
Lives limited in meaning,
To give...
Reasons not to find a rhyme,
To live...
Lives limited in meaning!
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Digested to Manifest
Suddenly their sadness,
Seems to be a benefit to psychologists.
En masse they want back,
What does not belong to them.
Like whims delusions provide.
Even tags sewn in the clothes they wear,
Have been produced in sweat shops.
To enhance cost effective greed.
From a bottom discreetly,
Pulled away from their feet.
And they want it all back!
That which is believed belongs to them.
But even those effectively suppressed...
By a lack of thoughtlessness once attractive,
Can not console them!
All that they 'perceived' was theirs...
Was in name only.
And 'that' long ago had been sold,
To grant them a quality of life...
Unconsciously outsourced.
With a blatant boldness.
When they divorced integrity...
To feed a need to be emblazoned with bling!
And impress others with 'things' that rust.
A prized possession was lost.
And that spirit of pride,
Is forever gone!
Never again to be retrieved.
With votes or quoted anthems.
'We'...
Are what has been digested to manifest.
And dignified into an isolation!
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Based Upon Assumptions
It is not advantageous,
To judge a book by its cover.
Or quote what is stated from its pages,
From others illiterately connected to life.
Nor can they comprehend,
Content, purpose or meaning of relationships.
It is not advantageous,
To repeat what one has heard.
Or gossip when there is an absence of fact.
Allowing oneself to participate,
In the spreading lies to then apologize with alibis.
Regret one day will be attached to that.
Oh...
This makes for an awful reading of someone,
Discovered to be much different...
Than what one expects or has been told.
How can anyone erase what false lips unfold.
This becomes a difficult situation,
Especially if that 'someone' knows...
Who has played an instrumental role,
In making active attempts to defame...
And character assassinate one's identity.
One earned to claim with a name that gains influence.
To become slimed and shamed,
By those feeding an increasing of ignorance.
Based upon assumptions.
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I chose my way
The road I took came to a fork.
I had no choice but to decide
which of the two paths I would walk.
One narrow way, one broad and wide.
Whichever path I choose to take
a question lingers in my mind.
Perhaps I’ve made a grave mistake
but I press on leave doubts behind.
The narrow way; I made my choice.
Although I chose impulsively
I listened to some inner voice.
That whispered it was right for me.
I reached my goal successfully
which made me what I am today
Although I wonder where I’d be
if I had gone the other way.
Once you decide don’t second guess
but execute the choice you made.
The only way to reach success
is to keep on unafraid.
20-Jan-08
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The Path Of Time
Whether of present or past
Or future if you please
The time that you portray
Moves only for yourself
Some choose to live in the past
Lost hopes and dreams they share
But time only last
Until they release the burden they bear
Some choose to live in the present
And behold the sights of each day
A balance of decisions for 10 second frames
And everything always seems fair
Some people look towards the future
To see long term effects unfold
However long it takes to get there
They keep persisting towards their goal
I chose to live in the present
Ignore the past and future presence
And live life like I will not see the next day
And still not have to care
But if I provide an example
For past, present, or future
My path is still my own
And moves only for myself
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Choose to Live Life
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
It is there in your face.
With nothing else to replace it.
Wishing it would go away...
Fades with a reality that stays,
Unerased!
With traces of pain...
To frame delusions.
Believe it.
And become doubt free.
Choose to live your life.
Yesterday,
Those easy daydreams came.
Sweetened with weekend escapades.
To leave behind a week,
Of those scheduled committments.
You sought to meet and keep.
Now a seriousness appears.
To reminisce those things done...
As dropping teardrops come to some.
Choose to live your life.
IF is more 'is' today than ever.
There is no quiz about it now.
And doubts once allowed are gone.
One must choose to live life!
No longer can anyone afford to sacrifice time...
To appease the whims of others.
Especially if they are in debate...
Discussing the value of your fate.
Choose to live life...
With a happiness sought without 'things'.
Or a happiness someone promises to bring.
Choose to live life!
Your life!
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Disregarding One's Gift of Life
We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.
Some have chosen to fulfill their dreams with things!
Others choose to discover life.
Seeking truth.
And what for them true happiness means.
And still there are others who prey,
For all the wrong reasons.
Leeching to please urgent needs.
And completely satisfied...
To play with life all day.
And make commitments,
To waste time at night.
We all have made those decisions,
To live the kind of life we like.
And yet there are those who despise themselves...
With needs to start arguments.
For them conflicts they wish to incite.
To peak their interests by starting fights.
And disregarding one's gift of life...
As something they've been ordained to take away.
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Doesn't It Seem As If This Dawn Is Different?
Good Morning.
Such a beautiful day.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn't it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare...
And wonder about their priorities and affairs?
Had you been one of those raise to use the 'N' word?
With the 'F' and the 'S' and the 'MF' next?
Were you one of those to 'G-D' them and their kind?
Today you may find yourself,
Feeling stupid and perplexed.
Realizing your beliefs are far from perfect!
Had you been one of 'those' to move away from 'them'?
Because of their features and color of skin.
Did you and your friends,
Plot to deceive.
Believing your future was to create,
Generations of dynasties.
To fulfill selfish needs of a racial 'purety'.
Are you one of those who now sit scratching,
Your once privileged head?
Isolated in surburbia,
And clouded in sadness...
With a dose of overwhelming dread?
You have to admit...
You and yours to yourselves have fed.
With wishes your life and perceptions about it,
Could start all over again,
Instead?
With plantation dreams...
Of having slaves bring to you breakfast in bed.
Those me-me-I-I issues and racist remarks...
Seem a bit trifling today don't they?
Since your values and standards are being ripped apart.
And you were right there cheering this 'BS' on!
Hoping those you selected to lead...
Would not strip away those visions,
To have you plead...
As you and others with similar points of view...
To do to others before they did it to you.
Backstabbing to defame,
Without remorse and/or shame.
And now...
The blame game.
Who has done what to whom and why.
But those who create conflict in fellowship...
Worshipping 'things' that bring upon their feelings of emptiness.
Has begun an experience of a flagrant miscalculation.
One you thought you would never reminisce.
Not to treat you...
One of their own like this!
And yet...
Their deeds will not deliver escapes...
To flee from guilt.
Or the manifestation of such devastation.
Good Morning.
Such a beautiful day.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
Doesn't it seem as if the presence of fresh air,
Has made those stop and stare...
And wonder about their priorities and affairs.
With an awareness that dares to be accepted!
How can those who invested in collected deceit...
Be treated with such disrespect.
As a few plan and plot,
To crush them into subservience...
In an accepting consciousness,
That awakens too late to protest!
Good Morning.
Doesn't it seem as if this dawn is different?
To those of you who have been out of touch!
Slowly...
Inhale the realities.
The availability of them have for you arrived.
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The Humanizing Factor
Everything they've ever done,
Had been effective in undermining someone.
Their advocating to defame and shame,
Split apart those in close relationships.
And ostracized the ones to shun,
To isolate them from everyone.
With a deceiving playing of games.
But a giving of empathy to those who did this,
With understanding, comprehension and forgiveness.
Always comes without fail,
Since the humanizing factor has been solicited...
From those who had actually witnessed,
Culprits of evil deeds depicted...
Pruning their bushes and trimming their trees,
On days they gave the gardener time to eat lunch.
And with tears dripping from their eyes,
They explain to those listening...
How they were caught by surprise,
By an experience that has changed their minds...
About those they recklessly misjudged,
As being oppressive, selfish and inhumane.
And this motivated the switching of their vote.
'If it had not been for 'that' one experience,
We too would have thought them out of touch.
Now it is clear to us who is really on our side.'
~But...
How did you get through the gates of those 'estates''~
'We all were dressed as if we were immigrants,
Seeking housekeeping or sharecropper jobs.
To ensure our labor could be bartered.
And would not put a dent in their expenses.'
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