Requiring Scrutiny
A nonthreatening reverence,
Is encouraged with support...
Much quicker.
Without hesitation.
Than those requiring scrutiny.
A process that requires common sense.
With a procedure that connects to thought!
Often solicits debated forums.
To intellectualize in mindless babblings.
By those accustomed to comfort zones,
Set in the limitations of a proud and isolated heritage.
And condoning an ignorance of familiarities shared.
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Rejecting Its Relationship
Chasing to patch up yesterdays' mistakes...
Is likened to a dog chasing its tail.
The time taken to just stop...
And Identify the connection.
Verify the attachment to the cause.
It would remedy possiblities of grief!
But that suggestion...
Like others shared and debated,
Loses its comfort...
When a mind wants to prove,
How a fool can indure...
Without a thought to connect,
Prior to rejecting its relationship to common sense!
It is just not recognized at all!
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Isolated and Marooned
There is a power achieved with blinded ignorance.
Found to have survived in abundantness as witnessed.
And it leaves those who think...
And feeling isolated and marooned.
Even though the existence of human life,
Surrounds and some detect is suspected!
But none of it wished is due to arrive soon...
Wth a familiarity heard coming from the lips!
There is a consciousness that connects,
With an expected comprehensing intelligence.
Desiring to accept.
And yet,
Like all mirages one envisions when deserted...
An eye contact may be exchanged.
However...
What is in certain brains,
Has escaped from common sense.
And communicating to receive,
Meaningful feedback desired and perceived...
Frustrates!
When it is realized much too late,
This process has been estranged.
And what appears,
Is hollow and dense!
With a capable ability to remain the same.
A delusion fantasized!
And on the verge of being humanized.
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To Keep Up With the Times
It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.
With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!
And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!
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Thought And Intelligence
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
A society debating the importance of education...
But not employing the effects of prioritizing its benefits,
Leaves those with high expectations conflicted and confused.
Especially when those who express thought and intelligence,
Are mentally abused and 'accused' of 'thinking' they are 'smart'.
In fact,
There are more people encouraging the act of cheating today...
Just to prove being competent does not require common sense.
Not if the goal is to be seen as successful with abilities to impress.
Unfortunately,
One's intelligence used as a means...
To prove a respecting of a thought process,
Would one day catch on as popular to manifest...
Has fizzled quicker than popcorn thrown to pigeons.
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It's Kinetic
It's kinetic.
Active and lively.
Relating to a motion noticed.
And...
Shown with a focus that can be,
Denoted.
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
It's kinetic.
'I don't care what others condone.'
But it's kinetic.
'I just want to be alone.'
Even if it is kinetic?
'You can do it by yourself alone...
THAT movement.'
But it's kinetic.
'I just want to be alone.'
It's kinetic.
'I don't care what others condone.'
Even if it is kinetic?
'You can do it by yourself alone...
THAT movement.'
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
It's kinetic.
Active and lively.
Relating to a motion noticed.
And...
Shown with a focus that can be,
Denoted.
And...
Better when shared.
It's kinetic,
And assists in erotic zones.
It's kinetic,
Never isolated or alone.
It's kinetic,
And everyone can say they own it...
A piece of this movement.
And it's...
Better when shared.
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Wishing To Believe They Are Exempt
As a mere child,
I recognized racism existed.
And nothing has changed,
Regardless who interprets it.
Or those who remain in denial,
Of its growing existence...
Wishing to believe they are exempt?
Because they have done the best they can,
To become accepted by the ignorance.
And feel offended when they do not fit in?
Today...
Color is the least thing people can find,
To prioritize what offends them.
And with a dissecting of ignorance,
With an encouragment that evryone should participate...
The process to end all dilemmas would begin.
But then again,
Only fools find comfort in their own limitations.
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Scientific thought and its creation is the common and shared heritage of mankind.
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Logic?
Logic?
Only those idealistic,
Struggle with it.
And those with common sense,
Are regarded as relics.
Long replaced by the invention,
Of video games.
To 'update' the entertaining,
Of transfixed minds soon to be erased.
To one day rely entirely on computers,
Interfacing with one another.
And eventually determining all validity of thought.
To have the enjoyment of expressing ignorance,
Something done encouraged at one time to be important.
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Without Intercepting With Attempts
To say that something had been known.
Prior to it affecting with dire results manifested.
To sit and have this pondered...
As a study of it was being done to process its effectiveness?
And how it would be digested in its detriment?
By those affected when it is infested!
Without intercepting with attempts,
To deflect the devastating onslaught that could exist?
Is purely someone's negligence and neglected expressed BS!
And further confirms,
The heightened acceptance...
Of approved incompetence!
Since no one with 'validated' common sense,
Would admit they are this ignorant!
Unless people had grown accustomed,
To dancing with it in comfort!
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With A Seeking To Be Encouraged
I've grown accustomed to view walls,
As a creative opportunity.
I see space with a wanting to use it.
As if to be inspired by what it isn't.
Others have come to sit behind walls,
Feeling blocked and locked in.
With a seeking to be encouraged,
To get up off their asses!
And I have always found time to busy mine,
With a seeking to be encouraged...
Not to sit too long in a comfort to feel,
Temporarily safe.
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Of That They Are Not Aware
A heart beating with no sign or clue,
To the meaning of empathy.
Or what others are going through.
And their suffering is in full view.
I question that connection to humanity!
I question those who do not feel...
A remorse.
Or to blind to see a society off course.
But then again...
Some are living in comfort zones,
Isolated.
As it has always been for them.
And accustomed to believe...
Those who suffer,
Are not as lucky as those...
Taught to dismiss their emotions.
And to ignore those less fortunate.
Although their fortunes,
One day too will wane.
Of that...
They are not aware.
And totally unprepared.
Or mentally fit for it when it comes.
And it comes.
Detention will have more meaning for them,
Than being late!
Those who rebel...
Will find themselves confined.
When that time arrives.
And 'this' will be that change,
They can believe in!
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Accustomed To An Irrational Way Of Life
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
Especially when one's standing,
On debts owed.
Requires one to pay up,
For an out of control feasting to be paid.
As a 'sensible' way to pay for it with 'cash'.
Something demanded that one does not have.
And to state with a dignified presence,
That those awaiting to be paid for those losses generated.
Should be the ones already suffering,
From those mistakes made by those who fed at the feast.
To leave it in shambles,
And the ones left starving and homeless.
Are responsible and accountable to pay for a mess,
While those greedy keep.
Not only what they have hoarded,
But also the resources stuffed in their overflowing pockets.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Deluded and fantasized.
By the existence of praising myths,
Will begin unending arguments.
Over expenditures that exist,
On the feeding of a feast on the ability.
To maintain one's credit standing.
And
They have no intention to pay a cent,
For what has been spent.
To sustain their lofty positions,
Because they have been hypnotized.
On rights of their entitlements.
A common sense,
Directed to someone accustomed.
To an irrational way of life,
Is like introducing a reality never known.
Nor will that reality expressed be accepted.
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Diversity And Inclusion
Forums held on diversity and inclusion,
Seem to reveal one thing...
There has been a reluctance to admit,
Divisions exist.
And those wishing to address this,
In open forums...
Are trying to make attempts,
To express in an intelligent way...
How best to have everyone accept,
A way of life that should be lived...
Without having discussions,
About respecting others...
And their cultures.
To have forums, receptions...
And invitations sent,
Is still not admitting...
And enforcement of ignorance.
With an indoctrination,
To allow those to still not strip themselves...
Of hidden insecurities,
That keep themselves at a disadvantage.
A forum I would suggest?
How We Messed Up Other People's Lives!
With A Request They Forget How This Was Done.
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People Are Inclined To Split From It Quick
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance
Accepted and not addressed.
I also know that truth sickens and not mends.
A truth spoken for many is considered wicked.
Although deceiving anyone,
Gets a door to open.
And when that door opens with an allowance done,
People do not fear it.
But from the truth they run.
Leaving the one who comes to speak truth,
Ostracized and shunned because it stuns everyone.
It's okay.
I am fine with it.
I know any intelligence expressed,
Offends quicker than an ignorance.
Accepted and not addressed.
And an avoidance of it,
People are inclined to split from it quick.
Intelligence AND common sense?
Those are the two most forbidden mental elements,
People are taught early to be suspicious of their presence.
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Process That Replenishes
WE are within it!
This Universe.
This entity.
Thinking and expanding
From a perception
Never for us...
On this level to perceive.
We are too exclusively 'within' ourselves.
With desires to manipulate
A self centeredness debated
In terms of race
And other limitations
We apply the fate of labeling
But the Earth collects us all
In a rejuvenating process that replenishes.
And the Sun and Moon allows
'BUT where 'is' God? '
Wherever The Almighty chooses to be!
Is this a quiz?
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There Are Those Who Try Hard To Convince
Someone living a life lived,
With a lesser experience...
Could not assess with a depth that qualifies,
A probing of one's life spent...
Being challenged and unafraid to become diversified.
Even though there are those who 'try' hard to convince,
They are the creators of intelligence.
And market common sense...
Whenever someone happens to accidentally visit,
The exclusiveness of their comfort zones.
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Saturated In a Marination
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance for what it is,
Is a most difficult thing...
For one to overcome!
Not everyone can resist this pull.
Not all are prone,
To sit alone in isolation.
To satisfy a thinking sensation!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
And that's what it takes,
To break from the commonness of it!
Ignorance can be comforting.
Especially when so many,
Have been bred and born to feed on it.
Saturated in a marination...
Seeped with ingredients,
That produce clowns to fool around.
Displaying condoned qualities of misfits.
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Is it an illness...
Ever to be cured?
And chased away from its endurance?
Ever to be blocked and knock out...
Never to regain a need for it to remain unchanged?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Ignorance can not be that deep of an affliction!
Why is it so craved?
Why is it chosen...
To wallow in and stay?
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
Wanting to comprehend and understand...
May today be the most dangerous weapon.
For inquisitive children.
Or thoughtful women.
Or the deeds of a concerned,
And caring man!
Even when this is done,
It is best not to be seen.
By anyone!
On any surfaced scene.
Where they will be demeaned.
Avoiding suspicion,
Should be the condition...
Of one who chooses to connect with thought.
Selecting that as an escape.
An undercover mission!
'It's a devastating thing...
For one who chooses to think,
And surrounded by mindless human beings! '
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
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Fresh Is A New Day That Comes To Many
Fresh is a new day that comes to many.
Those that see it that way...
Seem to have experienced fully,
Past fresh days with a letting go.
Holding onto limitations of thought,
Attaches to more anxiety and frustration.
And emotions become insensitive,
To adventure life without something to excuse.
Fresh is a new day that comes to many.
Those that see it that way...
Seem to have experienced fully,
Past fresh days with a letting go.
Some have chosen to exist,
Relying on being told what is around a corner.
Instead of leaving their zones of comfort,
To investigate with a sealing of their own confirmation.
Holding onto limitations of thought,
Attaches to more anxiety and frustration.
And emotions become insensitive,
To adventure life without something to excuse.
And finding something to excuse,
People would prefer to do.
Than to move from point A to B,
To voice an opinion given...
That confirms an absent of knowledge.
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Proud To Exist To Witness Possibilities
I am glad I represent a generation aging.
With an acceptance to reminisce and reflect,
Upon the times I have been blessed to remember.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer.
Although I will admit,
A loneliness when so many are dismissing...
There are phases of life that should be natural.
And understood with observations undenied.
And moving forward instead of backwards.
Or remaining down to earth unchanged.
As many aging with their delusions intact,
Would like to claim with a sameness of sanity.
But isn't that what stagnation is?
A stubbornness that is fixed in place.
With ways that begin to collect ignored dust.
And being stagnant and stale, unchanged...
Is something I don't consider fresh or impressive.
Or sparkles as if proud to exist to witness possibilities.
Not if one is to grow and experience what life is.
Or come to realize this adventure isn't here to last forever.
I am glad I represent a generation aging,
With an acceptance.
I am glad to be able to think with a thought process,
That connects with a wish to daily adventure.
And welcome a maturity I have earned.
With all that being conscious of it has to offer,
As a life I have learned to live...
To appreciate, explore and not take for granted.
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