Surreptitious Acts Done In Cloaked Mystery
Those satisfied factitious factions,
Duped producers of hoodwinked actions.
Have come to see their misdeeds diminish.
With revelations the masses now see had menaced...
Standards,
And values...
Of grandiose lifestyles,
Finished.
Those who birthed an unearthing wickedness,
Exposing the depth of their clandestine mental illness.
Surreptitious acts done in cloaked mystery to deceive.
Now finds them pressured under surveillance,
Demanded...
By appointed no nonsense,
Awakened authorities.
And squeezing them into oblivion.
To sit in prisons behind bars locked.
As confessions nonstop,
Spill unblocked with forgiveness pleas.
And witnessed from their quivering lips...
In a public disgracing humiliation received,
To be believed.
These liars now the feast of truth!
And consumed by their travesties.
To bleed and in isolated grief,
Wail!
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Fabric of Thought
When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told,
Just to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!
When misdeeds are found to crop,
In the backyards of those...
Who have planted their own sorrows.
In such distrusting hidden ways.
What good is a forgiveness given?
When revelations of deceit...
Are much closer than what's believed.
Or told to keep deceptions done.
To secretly perform...
An ensurance of defeat,
With intentions to undo...
A neighbor's quiet sleep!
One soundly is led to believe...
A way of life lived,
Leaves and gives a respected ease.
Secured in a tight knit fit of safety!
Only to exposing,
A fabric of thought...
Woven and quilted into mindsets.
And taught by those insecure!
And supressing...
A denied contempt for themselves.
That is...
Cloaked!
Within a stitching of hypocrisies!
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Haunted By Their Own Misdeeds
One should never base their opinion given,
Received from another...
To judge someone else with purposes to defame.
The outcome to them delivered by such actions...
May not return the same to shame.
However...
The chances that the consequences faced,
Seldom embraces them to favor.
Since most people are often haunted,
By their own misdeeds.
Squeezing from their minds,
A comforting of rational sensibilities.
Left to themselves they are.
And abandoned.
To convalesce on their own alone.
And a wish to sleep peacefully at night,
Is rare.
As unfamiliar sounds come to creep in the silent air.
'Who's there? '
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
'I can hear your footsteps.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
'Slowly...as a stalking panther,
I can hear you coming up the stairs.'
They are haunted by their misdeeds.
And when the dawn comes to find them shaking,
Crotched in the corners to hide from darkened shadows...
Lifted.
It is soon discovered,
A door thought locked and bolted had been left open.
Leaving them to wonder...
How many visits like this will be repeated?
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With Affixed Discretions
Raised on hate.
Rescinded bad judgements,
Don't break affiliations...
That one makes.
Accepted,
When one is taught...
And raised on hate!
Reflecting a society,
Draped!
And shallowed in denial,
By such debates.
Truth comes late!
When money spoils eyes of those
Who create mistakes!
Exposing ignorance,
As a choice...
To validate what takes place.
And remorse dressed to seek forgiveness...
With excuses,
Does not thaw a salvation...
From hearts feeding,
On demented values condoned.
With a sympathy displayed,
Scored by a symphony that plays!
But when shown...
Some chosen acts of cruelty,
Done by those well known...
Are denied and outlawed!
Uncovering the flaws,
Of a twisted system chewed...
Between the teeth of demon jaws!
Without review!
Or an addressing of the standards
Demanded...
And ordered to continue.
With affixed discretions,
Bloodied, blessed and subdued!
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Quick of Lip and Short of Thought
Destroyed by appearances.
And values on the surface...
That have no depth.
A quality of life has been sacrificed.
Devisive measures have assisted the blight.
There are still those bickering over racists insights.
And their ignorance has expedited conflicts biting...
Further into poisons to bring them all demise!
Since the foundation that supports their allegations,
Is in need of desperate repair...
And has cracked with wounds!
Everywhere!
Leaving hatred and bitterness,
To sink their luxurious ship!
Exposing themselves...
To be quick of lip and short of thought!
And agreeably their own worse enemy.
Nourished on 'mad cow' and polluted pretense...
That justifies this nonsense,
With an applied nonstop ignorance!
That seems more and more a way of life accepted.
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Nothing Is More Bitter
Nothing is more bitter,
Than the taste of one's actions regretted.
Even though a forgiveness may be expressed,
By those whose lives had been affected.
There is nothing like the guilt,
An unconscious mind awakened...
Finds!
And discovers,
It is not an easy task to shake or break away,
From what has been advocated...
And harsely displayed in those misdeeds done,
From one's past.
Upon someone undeserving.
Especially when God selects,
The appropriate punishment!
It seems as though He is not totally,
Forgetful.
Even 'if' one has found a 'rebirth'
In the singing of His praises.
There still will be lessons...
He wishes to insure are completely learned.
And meets the approval of those mistreated.
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Backfire
It only begins to hurt those,
Who applied misdeeds...
'Now' feeling themselves bleeding.
It only begins to hurt...
When the dirt unearths,
To reveal a stinging pain.
It only begins then...
To remove the shadows,
They've cloaked themselves within.
It only begins to hurt those,
Who applied misdeeds...
Far worse than those,
They have manipulated and deceived!
And when pain is felt like that...
A haunting from it,
Will not relieve!
The suffering torments,
And from them does not leave!
Inflicting tragedies on others...
Backfires upon them relentlessly.
Exposing their darkened ways that crushes!
With a burden they bare eternally to carry.
And there is no escaping.
What has been wished upon others,
Without a consciousness...
Comes to arrest them as they attempt to sleep.
And 'that' they no longer can do successfully!
A backfire unexpected visits.
Mentally squeezing any comforts from them known.
Increasingly as they continue to breathe!
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
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Gone Unaddressed
They would like to excuse their degradations.
With their hands-on implementation of it.
To accuse others for standards and values...
Placed upon them from 'out-of-the-blue'.
And for generations there had been success,
By using the media to focus on this unrest.
With eyes focused upon the urban areas.
While the desperate needs of these folks...
Were purposely left gone unaddressed.
Well...
Those days are slowly moving on.
With a revelation...
That has come to unmask the perpetrators.
And a host of them,
Professed to be religiously those upright citizens.
For photo-ops in daylight to capture their fixed smiles.
With intentions to deceive and bleed with misdeeds,
In darkness.
Where demons like these spread and leave their bile!
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Certified
Warnings...
Ignored.
Messages...
Ignored .
Speeches...
Ignored.
Lessons taught...
Ignored.
Observations...
Ignor ed.
Pleas...
All ignored with lifestyles threatened!
'Perhaps you weren't considered qualified,
and that's why you were ignored! '
Oh...
I'm not referring to them as the ones doing the ignoring!
I'm referring to those who ARE qualified,
I'm glad I ignored!
I am the maverick...
Deemed unsuitable for their 'selected' tastes!
Look at the mess they are in now.
And 'they' are the ones certified...
With values and standards they uphold!
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Replaced By a Hasted Waste
Has the season of crooks come to an end?
Are people finally awakening,
To witness these actions as actual sins?
Nothing is gained in fulfillment long term...
When thieves retrieve something,
From others not earned!
Has selfish satisfaction lost its gratification?
Consequences must be repaid,
After pretentions lose an ignored sensation!
There is nothing like reality,
To come to stare in one's face.
Especially when disgrace comes to visit...
And replaced by a hasted waste!
And when these affects start to bleed those of greed,
It's remarkable to see...
The speed at which they are prepared,
To feed those of need!
Hoping a forgiveness unconditional...
Will mask such delayed deeds!
And pleas are heard with every mumbling word,
From a grief perceived that arrives not to leave!
Has the season of crooks come to an end?
Are people finally awakening,
To witness these actions as actual sins?
Nothing is gained in fulfillment long term...
When thieves retrieve something,
From others not earned!
Realizing in retreat,
It is 'their' lifestyles...
And a quality of pampered living,
They have destroyed and now burns!
Everywhere they seem to be suffering!
They can't believe it is now 'their' turn!
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These are Values and Standards Kept Within
Deliberate and scheduled maintenance,
Prevents foundations from becoming weak.
Boosts and bolsters securities monitored
And reflects a respect given.
Twenty four hours,
Each and every day each week.
A pride is shown!
With a discipline that seems to be attached,
To unquestioned competence.
A strength beams to gleam in a constant glow.
And support of it is given, bestowed and not hidden.
As if understood and unmistakably comprehended.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are values and standards,
Kept within.
Kept within.
Kept within.
These are Values and Standards Kept Within
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Closer Gets...
Closer gets 'their' revelation.
As a crisis escalates...
During the remaining days,
Of their limited consciousness.
With weaponed muscle flexed,
To deflect any remnants of peace left.
The violence inflicted,
Reflects an unending madness.
A sadness witnessed...
To bring a people certain regret.
And yet...
There are those believing,
They've been chosen to enforce this mentality.
Can not conceive...
Their actions bring upon them,
Much regret, pain, sorrow and sustained grief.
Deities observing,
Prepare for them defeat.
And closer gets a stopping to this!
These acts of hatred and wickedness.
By a process that awakens and shakes them all.
As the closing of two thousand and eight is celebrated.
With an opening of a gate...
That shocks their visions.
And freezes them in a state of mind replaced!
'These misdeeds implanted will stop!
Lessons left unheeded and not obeyed...
Will begin again this day with a fresh start! '
~What and 'WHO' is 'that'? ~
*I have no clue!
But I do know this...
It is far more powerful than me or you!
And I am willing to bet...
'Whatever' that is,
'IT' isn't here to be tested! *
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Is There Anyone Left
He has clearly shown his point of view of this process.
He believes it is ridiculous!
And if he doesn't...
He is exposing a decision making aspect of his personality,
To not only be flawed...
But crazed.
And he represents their standards and values?
And he is praised as a leader?
Is there anyone left admitting they have consciousness?
Who is it that still wonders,
If it really makes a difference who leads?
And out of what...
Are those who follow behind being led away from?
And to 'where' will they find themselves awakened,
To welcome an overcoming of such magnificent ignorance!
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Embedded In Their Minds
People lie.
Especially to themselves.
Because the act of it,
Makes them feel good they can control...
A truth they can manipulate,
They believe will never be told.
People lie.
And caring less others are aware of it,
When embedded in their minds...
They have created something that does not exist.
And with a planting of misdeeds they watch their lies grow.
Everyone has been exposed to one or two chronic liars.
'Why do you have to be like that? '
Like what?
'Keeping it real.
And making me feel as if I am naked.'
That's what truth does.
It reveals everything.
Even exposing those who believe themselves to be hiding.
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Amused He May Be
One can not destroy truth.
Some attempt to diminish its effectiveness...
With the hopes that fresh lies told,
Will overwhelm truth.
And make it go away!
With repeated creative embellishments.
To convince with gained attention meant.
Telling a lie,
Eventually...
Is something one wished not done.
Especially when God gets involved!
To solve confusions.
Giving those who tell them...
Those adorning them fast to mask...
Every opportunity to correct themselves.
Yet,
Liars who say they believe in God...
Looked surprised and shocked,
By the consequences God makes them pay...
For believing this 'Deity' is just referenced,
In a book!
With scriptures to read and to say.
If God can make a tree...
Do not believe lies coming from lips,
Are not heard!
Even from those professing themselves...
With the best of self righteousness.
As if they become protected...
Behind quotes and verses learned.
Yet folks will get on their knees,
To beg for gifts, forgiveness...
And wishes to come true.
As if God does not punish!
But follows through like a Santa Claus.
Exhausted from midnight deliveries!
I've been made to awaken from my unconciousness.
Dazed but saved from my self centered insanity.
Read those Bibles folks!
God has commanded total cities to be destroyed...
If He is not loved first and obeyed.
God can become crazed with jealousy!
He has already warned...
'Do 'NOT' worship any God before Me! '
And you can pray as much as you want.
However...
The Master is not on the side of deceivers.
Amused He may be!
But not one bit pleased!
And God has left evidence.
Sent messengers.
Brought some close to death.
Tried to shock some to mend their ways.
Taken away their gifts He has delivered.
And had them screaming in pain and grief.
Yet still many do not accept...
These acts are the creations of God!
They would love to believe,
This Deity approves their deceptions.
However...
Those are the limitations,
Use by those demonized...
To inflict wickedness for thrills.
And even those addicted to 'crack'...
Know there is nothing thrilling,
About a slow death one does not expect.
Or accept...
When a punishment is administered.
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Expectation of Reprisal
Are you trying to find a way,
To save what now exists?
Is that like a soul...
That has been tossed about in thoughtlessness?
And now finds a consciousness,
Collectively perceived beginning to slip?
One that has been insisted,
But resisted to produce and absorb...
The need for struggle and prolonged conflicts?
Is that like the undoing,
Of that which should not have been done?
Hoping that something said or taught,
Will erase with forgiveness,
And accept a wholesomeness that comes?
When 'you' are ready to get serious...
And release your nonsense,
Believed to bring a comfort...
When you are done,
With a self destructiveness
That has lost its fun?
Is the sting that has stung...
Too painful to accept?
Then you must have been satisfied,
With a numbness gone...
And you can't go on with feelings of regret!
But yet...
You were warned,
Your actions could not go on...
Without an expection of reprisal!
Felt deep to increase an understanding.
Although you perceive a prayer or two,
Will provide a new dawn,
To clear your view!
Is that what you think?
Who and what...
Taught this lesson to you?
'I've never seen this before!
Why are You patting Your foot,
Impatiently?
What are Your plans for us...
My Father?
May I get a sneak peek?
Will this be revealed to me? '
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The Class Of 2011
i get lost in their calls,
they were so gentle in their pleas
i got swayed into a dance of the masses
i gave in
went down that tower of ivory
and told myself
from now own
there will be no more standards
nothing strict
but simply a camaraderie
a familiarity
a letting go
they shall be judged by themselves
in their own standards
and it will be too sweeping and
annihilating
at the end, it is the self and nothing more
that suffers upon its own negligence.
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Them
Some attempt to mince moody elements,
With convincing pleas they wish to bring a cease.
And gathered opinions are just what they are...
Divided and undecisive as they were before the start.
Rude attitudes should be shown the door!
That is why it opens and closes,
On those who should be ignored!
Those with minds locked will never be unblocked.
But they wish to be included...
To further pollute situations that suit,
Them!
Flapping lips that just don't stop.
And needing their rusted hinges oiled!
Spoiled they coil ready to pop for shock!
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Accomplices
It should not take,
A trapping of a deceiver...
To admit misdeeds.
Or apologies done,
To expect a forgiveness received,
From those duped...
By a skilled liar.
Lives have been tormented,
By people like this.
It should take one conscious,
Of those things done they do.
To save everyone from the embarrassment,
Of choosing others to accuse.
Especially,
When the culprit sits preparing to make direct hits...
After being solicited for regular visits,
To delight all with the making of false impressions.
Although entertaining are the embellishments.
And others,
Unknowingly...
Assist in the doing of the damaged,
On others done.
Like the accomplices they've become.
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What Do Liars Then Do?
Liars know who they are.
And what they have done,
To pursue temporary satisfactions.
With a demoralizing of whom they choose.
As if what they've done will stick like glue.
Those who have been scrutinized,
By the telling of false lies...
To have been victimized with tears cried.
Are aware of them too!
Yet to retaliate is something they refuse.
But those who have been undermined,
Do what liars instigating have chosen not to do.
And that is to wait patiently,
To let time intervene...
With a demeaning liars with an applying of truth.
What do liars then do?
Plead to be released from mental guilty beatings.
And even if forgiven,
Liars once exposed for who they are...
Can never find places to keep themselves hidden.
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