Reduced To Delusions
Believing to lift themselves up,
By demeaning the activities of others...
Reveals the observation of many things seen.
Progress is diminished.
Attempts to begin with good intentions,
Never start to ever get finished.
And those who vocalize their contempt,
Of those who take steps to try...
Are those procrastinating as time flies by!
But there they are on the scene to be seen,
When the opportunity presents itself...
For them to socialize in the promoting of outdated ideas.
Of course,
They are heard openly criticizing...
To provoke any focus on the doer and not the deed.
And in communities that this is done,
The call for unity is kept alive...
As much as the nothingness that survives and thrives.
As facts are silenced and denied,
For the purpose to undo truths...
While observations witnessed are reduced to delusions.
Or...
Induced to inflict fear that an enlightened consciousness,
Is the work of demons behind calling for minds to progress.
While the keeping of an ignorance is obsessed to possess.
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Things Take Time to Get Accomplished
In communities without unity,
Where just a few people...
Do as they please,
To destroy the environment...
Meant for 'all' and not for one,
Or the wickedness of two, three and many more.
'They' and their activities are worthless.
Yet what they do is condoned.
Because they are known.
And the lack of progress is shown!
With a slogan quoted to further postpone:
'Things Take Time to Get Accomplished'
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Status Quo Ante
Diversity...
Is a rehearsal of intentions,
Practice within boundaries...
Of protected traditions.
To insure the status quo ante,
Is represented in ways not to offend
Values non existing although referenced...
When making comparisons to uphold quotas!
And keeping the 1800's fresh...
Although outdated to keep a way of life 'alive'
With a dieing progress...
That seeks to control and re-invent change!
In attempts to prevent a constant evolution.
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Leaving The Ones Who Do Not Benefit
Doesn't it seem,
Demons come out of hiding.
The moment you decide...
You will live your life,
To do good and what's right!
They begin to hover around like vulchers.
Making attempts to prevent,
Positive interaction.
And this becomes an attraction of sorts,
To thrawart something fresh.
And what becomes presented...
Loses its breath,
To ultimately let die the 'vision'!
Not from the trying.
But a wicked incision of the naysayers.
Who either disapprove of the doer...
Or the amount of attention given.
And 'who' receives the credit.
And those who know what they've done,
Are the first to shout out with cries...
To gossip in ears with lies.
'Why isn't anyone reaching out to get things done?
Every and anyone who 'could' do something...
Refuses to offer a giving hand! '
Of course this is believed.
And more join forces to roll their eyes.
Instead of rolling up their despising sleeves.
Leaving the ones who do not benefit at all...
The ones left who best deceive!
The ones who question,
Why there isn't...
More unity in their communities.
More often than not...
These are the culprits!
Heard rehashing old debates,
With venom not hardly dormant...
In them.
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When and Where Did They Leave Behind Their Minds
I have been blessed to be in the presence...
Of those obsessed with the purchasing of things.
Themselves and what they possess.
And have them profess to me,
What 'I' could be and 'things' I could have...
IF I just put my mind to it!
So glad I endured such ignorance.
Little did they know,
I thought people like that were ridiculous.
And in time they would come to think of themselves,
That very same way.
It happens.
It pays to be observant.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is a sense of my own self worth.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is identity and self respect.
What I have today and have had most of my life,
Is my faith and gratefulness...
To know from where my blessings flow!
And the source of my insight.
And those folks...
Wouldn't leave from their doorsteps,
Without making sure their pretensions were intact.
But then again...
Times have changed!
And maybe some of them are scurrying around,
Trying to discover...
When and where did they leave behind their minds.
And what had been their purpose?
What purpose do they serve?
And how is that purpose felt?
Where is that purpose at?
Especially those clinging onto materialistic notions!
Believing themselves to be...
'Blessed and highly favored',
To have acquired positions of status.
With bling and other things to flaunt,
An eroding way of life that has them entrapped.
And I wonder...
Is 'this' a purpose?
Or is this,
A sad act!
God...
I thank You,
For showing me how to lead.
And not follow.
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Objective knowledge, the idea of unity included, belongs to objective consciousness. The forms which express this knowledge when perceived by subjective consciousness are inevitably distorted and, instead of truth, they create more and more delusions. With objective consciousness it is possible to see and feel the unity of everything. But for subjective consciousness the world is split up into millions of separate and unconnected phenomena. Attempts to connect these phenomena into some sort of system in a scientific or philosophical way lead to nothing because man cannot reconstruct the idea of the whole starting from separate facts and they cannot divine the principles of the division of the whole without knowing the laws upon which this division is based.
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Sick Of Their Tricks
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention.
With an unleashed disbelief.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Donating my time to be further manipulated,
To have my focus by them castrated.
Has left them behind to tempt or bait my mind.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention to them.
With an unleashing of disbelief.
To wonder in a pondering as they increase their misdeeds.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Not even to pause to peep what they seek.
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War Against Dishonesty
The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.
Protecting one's life,
To live it at one's best...
Becomes a war against dishonesty.
And today everyone is suspect.
The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.
That which had been accepted,
As tried and true...
Has lost a credibility,
And respect of people too!
Those wishing to be of good deed,
Find their intentions dismissed.
While those who smear and campaign to defame...
Have become those endeared.
While in the darkest of crevices,
They are the ones putting labels on others.
With declarations to limit their influence!
With declarations to shame their gains.
This is the reality that has destroyed those delusioned.
The conspiracy to ruin,
Has had its effectiveness.
Very few images have not been blemished.
Nor has those steps taken...
Slowed in its progress.
Protecting one's life,
To live it at one's best...
Becomes a war against dishonesty.
And today everyone is suspect.
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We Will Begin to Put an End to Our Cravings
For decades we have been lied to.
And for a consciousness that is absent...
This disrespect gains our affection!
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
There is an acceptance of decadence,
Seen publicly on urban streets.
Selected diseased minds squeezing life from the poor.
Bigotry displayed like trees.
As trash is poured from our suburban doors!
We all are as guilty as the restrictive fences.
To mask the defenses planned...
Shielding the onslaught of offenses.
And keeping hidden manipulation tactics!
While most of us teach our children,
To cheat to obtain college degrees.
'We are better than 'them'...
Whoever they are,
Placed on the enemy list...
Whenever 'whomever' sees that fit! '
We are equipped with fortified delusion.
And at these prices...
Look for someone rich,
To hook up with as well.
Skip a few classes,
If in school to progress.
And concentrate on getting laid!
And when that has played out and gone...
Move on!
Learn to do that first.
But...
If you meet someone Black?
And they take out weed from their backpack...
Try to find a dope connection!
Then split if you have to.
'We' can do this!
And together...
With a unity like none ever known...
We will begin to put an end,
To our cravings that once again can thrive!
With munchies by our side.
'We' can do this!
We can keep that hope alive,
To 'earmark' and demand.
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My Conscious Stays On Automatic
Sometimes I wish I could revisit my intentions.
And do a focus on my purpose,
With a prioritizing of my needs.
My conscious stays on automatic.
With a feeling to complete.
Even though I love to play...
I have a discipline to keep.
And to those who don't know what this means...
I can only say my mind is locked in a routine.
Everyday I must be challenged as a treat for me.
Everyday I must be doing something to succeed.
I'm not the kind to sit around and watch TV.
Or one to socialize in cliques to fit in those scenes.
I like to validate my life to prove meaning.
And doing those things for me that happiness brings.
Sometimes I wish I could revisit my intentions.
And do a focus on my purpose,
With a prioritizing of my needs.
But,
Everyday I must be challenged as a treat for me.
But,
Everyday I must be doing something to succeed.
I'm not the kind to sit around and watch TV.
Or one to socialize in cliques to fit in those scenes.
I like to validate my life to prove meaning.
And doing those things for me that happiness brings.
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Rare To Achieve
The creative process takes effort.
Many believe the expression itself is easy.
No announcements made are necessary,
To proclaim an interest to start what is desired...
But repeatedly does not begin.
It takes more than hours!
It takes years to hone a craft...
From love, blood, sweat and tears.
And many are not connected to what they deem as easy.
Several may get upset...
Because no support from others they get.
Why?
Well...
Let's analyze it!
Very few concepts that are lipped,
Arrive to the wrists.
With sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
It is more glamorous to say what it is one wishes to see done.
Than it is to realize it and have it shown under the Sun.
And a work truthfully in progress,
Is seldom mentioned until a finished product is seen.
Few projects move from discussion to completion.
And the ones that do...
Require a focus to get done with collective discipline.
And this,
Is extremely rare to achieve in 'most' small minded communities!
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It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
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Observing Their Choices Made
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Now with a realization they've been undermined...
They find they have left their true identities,
Materialized and dignitized to secure in time...
A retirement to enjoy as is meant.
But...
Diminished these visions.
And very much quantitively minimized.
And those criticized for walking on paths,
That made others laughed perceiving them mavericks.
Find they have attitudes of joyous moods.
With a kept faith connected to their fates.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
Speeding and slipping quickly in a downslide,
No longer do those who had pass judgement...
Feel secure about their lives.
Today there is an emptiness felt within them.
And...
With an addicted attraction to those things symbolized,
All their lives...
But witnessed today repossessed.
They stare in disbelief,
At the erasing done to their progress.
Along with remnants of any happiness,
That was saved with intentions to spend if left.
With eyes opened wide they've made choices,
Throughout their lives.
Believing they obtained stability...
In a world in which their values were compromised.
And they had been the ones to joke and laugh.
Awakening to discover they've been reduced,
To picking through someone's garbage and trash!
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Worthless
They think of themselves as worthless.
And they are.
With no value that has been identified.
Or a self evaluation taken.
It is pointless to disagree with them.
Many have come and gone,
Making attempts to prove them wrong.
To change their visions.
Since their 'visions' given to them,
Had been intended to inflict...
An ignorance that is worshipped.
And those believing themselves worthless,
Will not listen because this offends.
And the ones who wish to open their minds,
Have left alone to condone their mental sickness.
With a saving of their own sanities.
They think of themselves as worthless.
Obvious is this in observation.
And with determination they have proven,
They are this way and they will stay.
To leave themselves and their children scarred,
With beliefs they've been fed...
And will not and wont release,
That which has been embedded in their heads.
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Heard From Those Purging
There is a mega gap exisiting between,
Those who wish to be seen as being righteous...
And those who exemplify the meaning,
By the ones who attest,
They have witnessed their actions in progress.
Confessions with testaments,
Heard from those purging their self righteousness...
Seem first to offer 'and' suggest,
What they value with a knowing is for others the best.
There is something about one who is humble,
With a doing done without seeking attention.
But becomes discovered by others,
They have gained to benefit from these deeds.
And when those self righteous begin to protest,
It is often disappointment with others they leave.
There is a mega gap exisiting between,
Those who wish to be seen as being righteous...
And those who exemplify the meaning,
By the ones who attest,
They have witnessed their actions in progress.
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Long Rusted In Shifted Dust
Once one stops!
A beginning that had started...
For them comes to an end.
Although not official,
There is something about a lifelessness...
That becomes wasted on debate.
As the advancing of Sunset,
On them dims.
And yet,
Those appearing to be lifeless...
Seem to be all over the place,
Taking up space.
With activities insignificant.
But to what degree of insignificance?
This delays...
A validation to be confirmed.
And...
Observed to be wasting debates,
As time most valued...
Slips from them quickly.
While they remain in the process...
Of procrastinating efficient and effectively.
Although not official,
There is something about a lifelessness...
That becomes wasted on debate.
'Can we move on from this agenda.
To prioritize the last agenda...
That upheld the one prior to that?
Facts are facts.
And rest assured...
Progress,
As 'we' know it...
IS being made! '
And too late it becomes,
For the ones to get things done.
When a time that is perceived is kept,
To be borrowed and used at one's discretion.
With life's lessons that many come to learn,
Dismissed by those...
Who have chosen to invoke,
A reviewing of a point of view...
Long rusted in shifted dust!
And from a nonexistence...
The winds of time has blown away.
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Only A Few May Know How To Turn On The Lights
How can someone be responsible,
For creating new concepts...
And beginning fresh trends.
Without one word mentioned,
Giving credit to them.
How could entire industries exist.
Or unities of communities thrive successfully...
With good intentions.
If people who initiate these foundations,
Aren't given some attention!
'You know what is said about stolen ideas? '
~No.
No I don't.~
'Anyone can steal an idea.
But a valued thought process...
Is obvious in its progress.
Anyone can build a building.
But only a few may know how to turn on the lights!
And keep them on.'
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What Keeps Mankind Alive?
(brecht/weill)
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You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, thats where it begins
You lot, who preach restraint and watch your waist as well
Should learn for all time how the world is run
However much you twist, whatever lies you tell
Food is the first thing, morals follow on
So first make sure that those, who now are starving
Get proper helpings, when we all start carving
What keeps mankind alive, the fact that millions
Are daily tortured, stifled, punished, silenced, oppressed
Mankind can keep alive, thanks to its brilliance
At keeping its humanity repressed
For once, you must not try to shirk the facts:
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
You say the girls may strip with your permission (whoa!)
You draw the line dividing art from sin
So first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, thats where it begins
You lot, who bank on your desires and our disgust
Should learn for all time how the world is run
Whatever lies you tell, however much you twist
Food is the first thing, morals follow on
So first make sure that those, who now are starving
Get proper helpings, when we all start carving
What keeps mankind alive, the fact that millions
Are daily tortured, stifled, punished, silenced, oppressed
Mankind can keep alive, thanks to its brilliance
At keeping its humanity repressed
For once, you must not try to shirk the facts
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts
Mankind can keep alive, thanks to its brilliance
At keeping its humanity repressed
For once, you must not try to shirk the facts:
Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts
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Unity That Is Down to Earth
The ignorant,
Are not historically known...
To be supportive of their own kind!
But they will periodically,
Call for unity...
In support of accusing one another,
For making attempts...
To do something with their lives.
For the small minded,
This 'trip' is considered 'uppity'.
And leaves many a victim despised,
By this self critique...
As trying to be better than the others.
And forgetting where they came from...
When they were significantly shunned,
For doing their best to get out of the nesting...
Of a crab barrel full of defeaters.
Somehow...
Knowing who and where they were,
Needed little confirmation!
Although filled with ambition and aspiration...
Energizing support,
Is a self motivating thing!
A sacrifice only determination brings.
However...
Suppressing expectations of progress,
Is a given and...done!
With the best of unified intentions.
To prevent 'delusions' of success!
And yet...
Those professing this ugly evilness,
Will dress to impress.
These are crab barrel dwellers!
People of a 'visualized togetherness'
Coming to celebrate express pretentions.
While proclaiming a displeasure,
For being in the presence of those
Who are not 'Down-to-Earth' like they are!
And with a lack of a collective identity.
That keeps them screaming for more police protection!
In a unity they appear...
Obviously in need of complete psychotic diagnosis.
And mental repair!
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Depicted As A Racist
I've been depicted as a racist.
AND...
After finding that humorous,
I had to give this serious thought.
Do I have the power,
To create hunger and homelessness?
Have I ever been given the power,
To decide whom to fire or hire?
When was the last time I outsourced a job?
Or downsized anyone?
To prevent a salary earned.
How many companies did I move overseas,
For the purpose to feed my own greed?
Who implemented divisions of hatred...
To kill and maim those they despise?
I find that checklist is not on my side.
Have I been like that?
And from whose eyes?
I can dislike what I see.
And from observation...
Describe it appropriately.
But to participate in scenes with values like that?
Has never been a part of my ancestry!
that's a fact.
And 'if' these truths mention offend...
Perhaps the time has come to openly discuss them.
But I do not believe insecurities,
Will be faced to allow those who have them hidden...
To free themselves in open discussion.
Some 'try',
But accountability is difficult to transfer.
And my patience...
Wears thin from those who eagerly toss their accusations.
These days come to peel away deceptions to reveal truths.
And chaos, conflicts and a diminished quality of life...
With the successful marketing of decadence,
Are realities I have had no power to promote.
However...
I have witnessed the suffering done,
By those who have become victimized by the implementation.
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Capable Of Enlightened Insight
To deliberately take away,
That which only God has given to create...
Is an act of of premeditated selfishness.
Is there another way to observe what takes place?
And debating whether or not God forgives...
To diminish the evilness increasing on the scene,
Usually comes from those...
Perceiving themselves to be salvagers of souls.
Leaving the ones doing their best experiencing life
As 'works-in-progress' capable of enlightened insight.
But with little time left to annoint themselves,
As interpreters of God's intentions.
Positions so many rush unsolicited to fulfill.
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