Saddled
No one consciously wishes to admit it.
Not publicly anyway.
That many today appear sane and normal.
While taking doses of medication,
That is difficult to detect...
When one is effectively expressing.
Yet hidden is a mind defective.
Mentally crippled and stressed.
Unnoticed but spilled from sick lips,
Are accusations against those innocent.
With wishes to dismiss their own afflictions...
Although seeking to be accepted openly,
While in the process of sharing...
Their saddled addictions.
And soliciting to do this...
As if everyone should agree!
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Fixed In A Stubbornness
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
Every warning face with messages delivered,
They have ignored.
Every chance to self examine with an honesty,
Has been refused to explore...
The maintaining of wishes they can not dismiss.
They view themselves as having 'character'.
And not suffering from severe defective mental illness.
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
With a blaming of others for their own failures.
And a hope they have to change their leadership,
With a strengthening of their myths...
Will erase their pains they have self inflicted,
As well as relinquish them...
From all aspects of their foolishness to add even more,
Sweetness.
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My Wishes Would Be Limited
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
You provide an insight,
That enlightens.
And brings a brightness to my heart.
You may not be aware of this.
You may even dismiss it!
If I should address or mention it!
Yet...
What I want...
Has a lot to do with you.
If I was not inspired,
By your desires...
My wishes would be limited.
I admit that.
And it is true.
I may not be on your mind at all.
And that is not a request,
I sit with in wishes.
However you do it...
And by the way you get that done,
Has a quality.
And for me from you...
That is all I need!
You 'are' who you are.
And that alone feeds me.
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Becoming More Difficult To Achieve
When an immature mentality,
Becomes an accepted part of one's personality...
It stunts a growth process,
Observed in an environment...
Fed on the advantages of being irresponsible.
Where childish attitudes are fed and meant,
To circumvent adult behavior.
A behavior once accepted to respect,
But...
Becoming more difficult to achieve,
With not too many today willing to experience...
The affects of expressing a maturity,
From that point of view!
And 'who' but a few today...
Would admit to being 'that' accountable for their actions.
There is a difference in the doing of things,
Interpreted by others to be foolish.
And to know what is done.
Than to do childish things...
And have few notice,
That the age of the 'childish' doer...
Has no comprehension to mention.
And the fault is found to lay on the back,
Of one who 'portrays' to be a fool...
To fit into such a dysfunctional environment.
To be laughed at but has achieved...
Peace of mind others can't seem to find as accessible.
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This' Some Never Do
There are those uncomfortable...
Living a life,
Kept inside of them hidden.
With wishes their excuses,
Feeds to others a common sense.
Shared among comrades...
Who too are convinced,
Of their respective...
Defensiveness!
There are those uncomfortable...
Living a life,
Kept inside of them hidden.
Believing others to be strickened,
With benefits.
And 'lucky' with talents.
Bestowed with blessed gifts.
As if God is sitting,
On a throne high in the heavens.
Selecting to pick,
Some who are special...
Over others He chooses to dismiss.
And anyone who wishes upon a star...
Knows that applied hard work,
Doesn't guarantee...
These efforts take them very far.
What is done,
Is for the love!
And not for fortunes to fall...
Upon them from up above.
But being grateful and expressing it.
And 'this' some never do!
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Hidden Wishes
Hidden wishes are not the best ones,
To keep secret.
Not when two are sharing space,
In a relationship as mates.
And seen before sleeping,
With eyes opened wide...
To awaken to bare blemishes,
On a daily naked basis to rub against...
A touching of hips, legs and thighs.
If lies become treasured...
And from one,
Another hides.
When mates that close become distrusting,
Whether or not legal vows had been exchanged.
A presence of love can be said was never there.
Or a devotion known between them shown.
What depth of caring is done if no one is aware.
When two are sharing space,
On a daily basis in a relationship as mates...
Hidden wishes are not the best to keep,
Between two left unconnected.
And separately discreet.
But meeting each other to heat under sheets,
With a keeping of hidden wishes secret.
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The Am I Nuts Test
Before taking The Am I Nuts Test,
Do your best to be objective and prepared...
To declare 'yourself',
As crazy as a bed bug!
Why declare this?
It will be easier to take the test,
With the acknowledgement...
There had been someone who picked on a bed bug,
To proclaim and announce it crazy.
Okay?
Now you should feel open to accept,
All possibilities.
First...
Have you ever discovered yourself quick to deny,
Anything?
Think about this and be honest.
Second...
Are you afraid to be critiqued?
For any physical flaws and blemishes you keep?
Third...
Do you seek to mask your insecurities?
With a pointing out those of others...
As you desperately try to secretly hide,
Those of your own that are hidden deep?
Fourth...
Do you get up each morning,
With wishes to find someone to impress.
Without first expressing a thankfulness for your blessings?
Do you find a need to rehearse this first?
Fifth...
Are you envious and jealous,
Of those addressing with confidence their identities?
Does this irritate you to no end?
And you are convinced,
They actually are trying to run away...
From their strange and differentness.
Do you feel people like this pretend?
And you remain one of the few...
Who advocate a 'normalcy' wishing others to approve?
Well...
You 'are' nuts!
And there is no need to have the results discussed.
If you believe others are out of their minds,
With a few like you being 'normal'.
And no evidence around you to validate and find.
You 'are' nuts and out of your mind.
No one today is normal.
'What makes you qualified to administer a test like this? '
Long ago I was confirmed as being dysfunctional.
And I resisted this refusing to admit it.
But today those dysfunctional,
Seem to be the ones left who have common sense.
'So...
You too are nuts? '
No.
My preference is to stay,
As dysfunctional for as long as I can.
I find to admit it makes me more marketable.
To discover someone is nuts,
Puts a limit to their opportunities.
And...
To debate with someone about the mentalities of bed bugs,
Is way out of my league.
I enjoy my life lived as simple as possible.
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Those Sugar Plum Fairies
You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!
Who are the few continuing to benefit?
And what device is used to keep those following,
With such an addiction to keep feeding on this...
Revolving nonsense?
And to where have those with a consciousness,
Been chased away to get away from all of it?
If ever there was a need for those with minds of clarity,
That need for them to speak up...
Is NOW!
With a hopeful forgiveness given from them granted.
'But...
What about reprisals? '
REPRISALS?
From who?
What part of devastation have you yet to witness?
What beliefs do you keep have you not seen as false?
Wake up!
Those sugar plum fairies have been lowered as a preference,
On everyone's Christmas list with a 'tripping' to get a loan.
Very few are left to brag about their good credit ratings.
And the safest place to stay today,
Is in a foreclosed home!
You can not be seriously surprised,
That they are seeking someone offering...
A more sweetened outlook of life to live,
Over one who that depicts a picture of it...
With a determination,
To remove them from a process...
That has left them mentally and physically sick.
As a direct result of their delusions?
And they have a preference for this?
Comeon!
I know it is difficult.
But let's get serious!
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Innocent
Oh, johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With lennon and cobain and
A guitar and a stereo
And while he wishes he could escape this
But it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
And a song that has no soul
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
Oh, I dreamed of losing faith and what she knows
And some music hits on the foreclose
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
And the galleries of war
And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that shed never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful
I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
One day, youll have to let it go
Youll have to let it go
No...
One day, youll stand up on your own
Youll stand up on your own
Remember losing hope
Remember feeling low
Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are...
We are (one day), we are all innocent
We are all innocent (youll have to let it go)
We are, we are (youll have to let it go, no..)
We are (one day), we are all innocent
We are, we are (youll stand up on your own)
We are, we are all innocent (youll stand up on your own..)
We are, we are all innocent
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Running Around Loose
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been others who have treated them...
With offending indifference.
And have done this to them,
For no apparent reason...
As their telling of this story begins.
Upon hearing this,
One should take two steps backward right away.
But these sympathy soliciting conversations,
Can be difficult to detect...
When a professional is in action.
They know just what to say.
These same people...
Seem to have no excuses to make,
Or alibis to offer...
When they are caught in the midst,
Of trying to sell new versions of their lies...
To anyone who had missed the originals.
But had forgotten who they were told to...
With a re-telling to include omitted names,
And what they did that was found to be horrific.
People who have spent,
Years of their time...
Trying to convince some who do listen,
There has been those who have treated them...
With offending indifference.
And have done this to them,
For no apparent reason...
Can be directly associated with,
Why there are so many mentally sick folks...
Running around loose yet appearing totally sane.
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Part Of Your Life Too Often Quickly Dismissed
Play it safe and hope that caution is with it.
Suppress your passion and let it sit.
As you dance around the bushes...
Seeking to be accepted.
Then look at yourself in the mirror and admit,
There is a part of your life too often quickly dismissed...
For wishes to follow behind,
Those like you afraid to speak their minds.
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In Negotiation
Time does not come to us,
To face...
With a choice to erase,
What is disliked as we choose.
Some make attempts to do this...
With an encouragement that comes...
To do our best to replace the effects of it,
With a nip and tuck done.
For purposes to stun!
There is no such thing,
As eternal youth.
Although foolishness can come to stay...
Like a long lost relative,
One prays lovingly to God...
That the abrupt affect of this visit,
Would get the hint and go away.
Surprises dropped upon our doorsteps,
At these times...
Are regrettably unappreciated.
And aging isn't respected either,
As an accepted part of life.
Too many perceive the appearance of it...
Is more like a death sentence,
One wishes would take a quick flight or a hike!
It's like the act of taking something back.
Or a wish of this a possibility.
But undetermined is the one,
As to how this is done effectively.
And from what or whom...
In negotiation will agree,
The taking back of what has gone forward...
Will satisfy the laws of nature,
With the granting of fantasies.
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Found In Our Treasured Constitution
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
With excuses made,
About their accepted way of life.
One that incenses the activation of division...
That spreads like a cancer,
To have no ending in sight.
Although they are responsible for conflicts incited,
Like children they are...
Denying they've started any fights.
And yet those who are observing the initiation of all of this...
Do not wish to admit,
They've been influenced by those given microphones...
To air their 'beefs',
That victimizes those innocent.
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
'We have the right to defend,
Any unrest that we begin.
And 'that' can be found in our treasured constitution.'
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No! Keep It
Why are you smiling so broadly?
It is clear you have been prevented,
From achieving your wishes and desires.
'Really?
Gee, I didn't know that.
And which wishes and desires,
Am I being prevented to achieve? '
I uh
Only you would know that.
Maybe those who are trying to prevent you,
Know that too.
'You might have a point.
Who are they? '
The ones preventing you from achieving!
You know
Your wishes and desires.
'Oh!
So
Maybe I shouldn't smile so broadly,
To have anyone detect
My wishes and desires have already been met.'
No!
Keep it.
Let them believe you are crazed.
They think it anyway.
But lose that skipping down the street business.
That will really throw them off.
'Hmmm
Maybe you have a point.
Maybe I'll go back to my arrogant strut and swagger.
You know
The one they associate with pretentiousness? '
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Sauced and Baby Back Boned
Between two 'coo'-ers who detach,
There may be one disappointed who reacts...
With wishes to be remated.
Wanting more to be reattached.
A hold reminisced and missed...
Is wanted again cuddled up.
And reminding one of that once filled cup.
One wishes those times lips opened had buttoned up.
Instead of dripping quick quibbled quips.
Meaning nothing at all to stick with permanence.
And...
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
Yes,
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
Between two 'coo'-ers who detach,
There may be one disappointed who reacts...
With wishes to be remated.
Wanting more to be reattached.
And...
One can now admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
One wishes now those times lips opened had buttoned up.
Instead of dripping quick quibbled quips.
Meaning nothing at all to stick with permanence.
Yes,
One can admit the missing of those lips freshly licked,
Of homemade bar-b-que.
Sauced and baby backed boned.
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All That Is Regarded Foolishness
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
Not many are fortunate to survive,
Through life threatening diseases.
To then step aside with their eyes open wide,
With a freeing of themselves from insecurities left...
Hidden deep inside to confront and rid.
With experiences lived.
And an aging process accepted,
One realizes upon reflection...
How much easier it is to judge.
Than it is to self-examine.
But when that moment in time comes,
An accepting of one's flaws and blemishes are done.
With a leaving behind trivial nonsense.
And all that is regarded as foolishness,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Yesterday and those mistakes made,
And all that is regarded as foolishness...
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
Wishing for excuses and alibis to create,
Becomes less tolerated to quickly dismiss.
And all that is regarded as foolishness disappears.
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Seen Cleaned and Fed
It is not difficult to leave behind,
Those who do not mentally or spiritually grow.
When one in a higher state of consciousness,
Arrives to that mindset...
It is not a fashion statement made.
Nor a fad to fade when it is replaced.
When a process of growth is progressed...
A change occurs.
Similar to that which is recognized,
Between children wearing diapers.
And adults who wear them too!
Literally and figuratively!
It's in the observation,
That something has leaped...
In both understanding and maturity.
One seeks to cling.
The other wishes to be seen cleaned and fed.
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While Seeking Something More Impressive
They are the first to admit,
A seeking of creative ways to advance...
And exist in all areas,
That will justify their growth process.
But for whatever the reasons,
They have chosen to dismiss...
Those with the creative expertise,
To recommend with suggestions.
And instead look for scholars,
With book sense to limited mindsets...
To guide them in their quest,
To be the best that they can be!
And...
They still will never see,
The forest for the trees.
While seeking something more impressive.
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Existing For Many
Which reality not accepted,
Existing for many...
Yet for some,
Refused and denied!
Why is it that those deluded, are given attention.
And those who seek truth...
Seem to be abused by deceit,
To be tricked and consciously lied.
And why is it 'that' which is observed,
Gets less respect...
Than the nonsense we've been taught to praise.
And why is it some days are confusing to others,
When all of us have been teased...
With addictions we crave.
Daily those temptations are sought,
With the acknowledgement we buy what we've bought...
Knowing that the price solicited,
Is one too high but we still agree and then overpay.
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The More One Does
Why is it,
That the more one does...
To do for someone to get done,
The tasks one shows to do to prove...
Is a priority of choice that person chooses.
And time permits this assistance to exist.
Why is it then,
A discussion between others...
That introduces envy and jealousy?
With a making of someone becoming...
A procrastinator who is actually lazy.
To exclaim eventually,
That the one who has assisted...
No longer does what one wishes,
Because of an ego trip?
That's a taking one for granted.
To be identified to someone,
Not being appreciative.
But associated to someone,
Who is mentally sick and doesn't know it.
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For Those Nonaccepting
What is goin on here?
I have never seen so many people,
Walking around with limps.
Using walkers and canes,
As if to prevent them from falling.
And people with prescriptions,
To lessen their mental afflictions.
And the atmosphere is thick with sadness.
What addictions did they get to have them like this? '
'Lieing about others and to themselves.
With a denying of a reality to confront as is.
As long as they can get anyone,
To approve their delusions...
They are happy with their dysfunctions.
And delight in expressing their illnesses.'
WHY do you insist on remaining negative?
'Oh.
Forgive me.
Is there another version you would like to hear?
I do have one I keep to fantasize my observations,
For those nonaccepting...
With closed minds and blocked ears.'
Yeah.
Please.
Let me hear that one.
Lighten it up a bit.
'Once upon a time,
When the little girls and boys were told...
They could do as they please until they grew old.
And...
What it is they should do as long as they should live,
Is to ignore the truth since truth is wicked.
And running away from it is what they should do
Since a listening to it,
Came from those disgruntled.
You know,
Misfits!
And they should regard people like this,
Noncomformists and weirdos and mentally sick.'
Now 'that' is the version I prefer.
'You are not alone.'
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