Style of Delivery
Attacking one's style of delivery,
And refusing to acknowledge the substance implied...
For purposes to keep mentalities sugarized.
Allows an atmosphere to remain cut pasted and safe.
To continue a pledge of devotion,
Increasingly devoid of progress.
And of faith!
While keeping the people fast asleep.
With wishes not to be disturbed...
By a blatant theft of their consciousness,
From them pilfered by deception reeked!
To leave them undeterred.
And...
With minds voluntarily sold that truth produces,
An evilness identified that should not be induced.
But the goal that should be idolized,
Is the gold that should stay fixed...
In their clouded and dulled eyes.
And from them a significance,
Of life lived must be erased.
To adjust as their standards,
And way of life slowly is replaced.
With a drugging of acceptance,
Done!
In their collective distraught faces.
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Stuck In Their Nonexistent Beliefs
It is difficult to leave behind,
Those whose minds are kept defined...
By times no longer here to breathe.
What keeps them fixed,
With such a stubbornness...
Has many refusing to converse with them.
And abruptly from them people leave.
To find fresh air pollution free.
Rapidly changes are amongst us to see.
To witness and adapt appropriately.
But there are those who will remain,
Stuck in their nonexistent beliefs...
That horsedrawn wagons and cobblestone streets,
Were innovations never to be replaced.
Even when shifting winds...
Show an aging upon their disbelieving faces.
With deep concerns that can be traced...
Back to those times they can not let go!
Yet argue to be heard,
Their way of life for 'certain' people...
Is more than well deserved.
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Burdened Is the One Who Knows Truth
Burdened is the one who knows truth.
An isolation occurs,
One has the nerve to adjust to and accept.
With little delusion left to live.
Some would say comments made like this are negative.
Until the onslaught of reality hits them quick.
And there is nothing positive they see in it.
With wishes to blame others to have it fixed.
To return back to a life that is fantasized.
Complete and sugarized.
But teardropping eyes like these...
Are going to clear when the masquerade is over.
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Fixed Wishes
Fixed wishes from us begin to drift,
As they currently relate to a life lived...
That is.
In the present to be passed.
Remembered,
As we travel on...
To welcome new experiences.
Fixed wishes to keep in place,
Youthful faces that times ages.
And appearances to remain untouched.
As if seasons come to go,
But do not released from us...
Noticeable physical changes.
Producing within us a sadness that remains.
And we sit with fixed wishes,
Unaccepting that which this is...
A life,
We all have come to live...
Is not in a forever hereafter kept.
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Daring To Be Defeated
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
They lie to themselves and expect understanding.
Foolish are their delusions.
But an acceptance to be corrected...
Is taken for criticisms refused to enhance a growth.
People like this want to feel protected,
Like a child caught in a lie.
With a tantrum to come that is provoked.
And the circumstances they must face,
They don't do that!
They rather run to hide inside their minds...
Where trappings of safety begin to take place.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
A stripping to expose flaws,
Is difficult to do.
A willingness to be wounded...
Speeds up the advancing of a truth.
And when truth is denied,
For something less painful to receive and accept...
A maturity to gain becomes a stagnation repeated.
With a daring to be defeated...
Conquered by insecurities,
As a surrounding wall that falsely protects.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
Stubbornly affixed to their insecurities,
Keeping them appeased and weak!
Daring to be defeated!
But defeated by a weakness...
Keeps their insecurities appeased.
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A Massive Dosage Of Amnesia
'What is the alternative? '
The alternative to what?
Greed, arrogance or theft?
Or the time of duration,
Each has been in existence?
The alternative 'had' been peace.
Respect and acceptance...
Of one's right to live as one wishes.
But a life lived on credit...
And fed by greed, arrogance and theft,
Crept out of hand.
To leave a chaos left!
What is the alternative?
I think a massive dosage of amnesia will do it!
Because those who believe they will control,
All of life on this planet...
Are severely out of their minds already.
'Severely? '
S-E-verely!
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Perfected Deception
Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
To produce to loan,
From nothing one owns...
Provides a deeper digging done,
To convince more credit will lift everyone...
From a hole!
That will not be closed.
Until the truth is told.
And truth has never been a commodity,
For sale to be sold!
Bailout?
A prolonged stimulus,
Packaged to delay...
A masked betrayal.
With the hopes that time...
Offering less to those who whine,
Will find an acceptance.
As a way of life is slowly erased...
By a perfected deception,
That has come to take its place.
And minds have adapted,
To being entrapped.
With beliefs that a fleecing done...
Will satisfy the bitter taste,
Experienced by those...
Who have had their standards and values,
Come abruptly to a close!
As greed is stopped.
And open gates locked.
With an understanding...
This choice for them was one they chose.
And the ecstasy that teased delusions...
For them has been forever blocked.
'Will you please pass the escargot? '
Find your own snails!
Their all over the beach!
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WKYJ
I got your picture
You gave your soul to me
You're my addiction
I'm sure you'd have to agree
Chorus
Idolized by zeros
I know all of your faces
I've even watched you sleep
You're my obsession
Your life is mine to keep
Chorus
Idolized by zeros
I got all of your letters
Told me to stay away
You know me better
I'll pay a visit today
Chorus
Idolized idolized idolized by zeros -- 2x
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Grinding Slowly
I will never understand...
A mind closed off,
And afraid of challenges.
One that accepts,
And sees life the way it is!
Even though the way it is,
Shouldn't be that way at all.
If a point of view introduced...
Is not what the 'crowd' selects?
Mindsets become trapped.
And a growth becomes stalled.
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I wish I could remove deceptions,
From the eyes and minds of some.
They could influence those they knew...
Of a consciousness,
With a higher awareness that comes to everyone!
They would understand mankind can demand,
An ending to things by taking a stand!
But a conformity that has been fed on greed...
Only breeds on selfishness that is held in one's hand!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I will never understand...
A mind closed off,
And afraid of challenges.
One that accepts,
And sees life the way it is!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
I wish I could remove deceptions,
From the eyes and minds of some.
They could influence those they knew...
Of a consciousness,
With a higher awareness that comes to everyone!
I see an increase of regret on faces.
I see a reality that comes to them all!
I see a lifestyle that decreases immensely.
And I see an absence of acknowledging...
Their way of life and how it's lived,
Grinds slowly to a fall!
Grinding slowly,
To...a...fall!
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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
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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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Ego Trips That Bore
If subjective objectivity
Depended on substance...
And its effective projected quality,
Few who nourish the encouragement of thought,
Would have none to offer that triggers independent stances!
As they await to bait souls with predetermined fates,
Debated!
Since the collective who deem their points of view,
Selected based on merit,
Are they themselves limited and lost
To qualify such understandings!
They meet to empower themselves...
Yet are powerless to control expressed experiences of others!
They would like to find an exclusiveness,
That produces a greatness desired.
But instead discover they argue among themselves...
In an induced seduction,
About direction and content of their values!
In an ever changing process,
That is free of excessiveness...
And ego trips that bore!
They are eventually ignored,
And this they find repulsive!
Since their activities do not attract the desired attention,
Of those who find such minds closed and barren...
Unworthy to contemplate or given time to mention!
'If you are going to award yourselves...
Can it be done with less commotion?
And more devotion to content,
That is devoid of trivial nonsense?
There has to be more meat...
To sink your teeth into?
Giving more time to expand your minds,
Instead of monitoring the actions of a few
You pursue! '
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Regression Is the Term
Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.
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If There Is Division
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.
A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!
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Defective Beliefs
Doesn't it seem we live in those times,
When the experience of living them...
Has become less mysterious.
Who living amongst us today,
Can honestly admit to say...
They have not a clue of what's going on?
Blatant is the disrespect.
Blatant is corruption and theft.
Blatant are those who have and 'have' not.
And 'who' today can honestly say,
They have not been deceived...
By the keeping of defective beliefs.
To continue to lie to oneself,
Would not be advisable to maintain mental health.
Since to do it would prove total insanity.
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Raised From Birth
People do not suffer,
From their faith.
Or an abundance of it in practice,
Everyday and kept active.
People suffer from the wrong beliefs.
And a mind that is programmed...
That has been taught to feed,
By teachings of thieves.
Who then show them methods of greed.
To spread and release.
People adopt to philosophies,
That tag others with labels.
To assist in the lifting,
Of feelings that isolate them...
In divisions that split.
Into inferior mentalities,
That impresses with a dominance.
And imposes a superiority.
People have been raised from birth,
To replace a self hatred.
That makes others worship failure,
Which allows a thirst.
Cursing themselves and everyone...
With wishes to become the chosen ones.
And be viewed as the only ones,
God sees as first.
Eventually a destruction is dispersed.
And conflicts arise that threatens their demise!
People do not suffer from a faith that is unbroken!
People with a depth of it,
Would keep themselves grounded.
Unshakened with it as it is shared and spoken!
People with faith would never be undone.
Unless it was never there.
Erased and replaced by something else.
That came to chase away a faith...
And kept them praying,
Everyday!
And yet displaying...
Absolutely none!
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
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Defeating Insecurities
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
Look!
Simply put.
Flourishing hype and propaganda,
Debated for the purposes to maintain greatness...
Does not meet to satisfy,
Those pushed to the streets...
To glorify a losing quality of life.
Simply put,
And without proper etiquette...
Days of high profile postering,
In stances taken now weakened.
Has increasingly decreased a respect once received,
Defeating insecurities...
And those pretentions kept to have others believe.
Politics and indecisions exposed,
Does not keep aged old traditions fading...
Upper most in the minds of those in tattered clothes.
Fresh minds advancing to reach new plateaus...
Have decades ago,
Left horse drawn carriages.
While a population strolled along,
Under oil lighted street lamps...
Slowly walking upon those cobbled stone roads.
And the ones holding positions,
To keep days and times like this standing still...
Are the very same people,
Wishing to keep an implementation...
Of this mindset for many no longer exists.
An ignorance cemented and does not self examine,
Loses more than memories to relive and breathe.
Minds fixed and stubborn inflict wounds never to heal.
Wounds future generations will remember as revealed,
As those times when their ancestors fed upon greed...
And lost an opportunity for a greatness to seal.
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
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Keep Your Faith Placed Safe
Fortunes meant for you,
Are not for anyone else to keep.
Unless they are holding it,
To be released to you.
And you are within reach.
People numbed from their surroundings,
Sleep.
Intoxicated by medications,
To ensure they stay away...
From wishes to be on top of the heap.
And lay under burdens tolerated,
With a sharing of addictions...
That has convinced them not to leave.
Don't dropp a tear or weep for them.
Stretched to the max,
With their pockets getting thin...
They are
And this they confirm,
Enclosed in minds suffering within.
With a slow burn inside they earn.
Afraid to relax their grasp that holds,
Onto old routines...
From them they can't let go.
As most routines on some bestow.
But a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of the Maker.
Yes a fortune meant for you,
Will come...
And that is true.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Whatever you need The Master will feed,
If your faith is placed,
In the hands of The Maker.
Refuse to brood like so many do,
And keep your faith placed safe...
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
Keep your faith placed safe,
In the hands of The Maker.
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Substance Fades
It is done quite simply!
To reduce an influence,
And significance...
Advocate the importance,
Of ignorance.
And market this as the latest fad.
With a witnessing of this,
As a rage no one can resist!
That's how influence,
And a significance that benefits...
Begins to slowly diminish in effectiveness.
With a substance that ends as an aging of it,
Fading away...
To become replaced by mediocrity.
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