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Suspicious Are Those With Wicked Wishes

There is nothing more disturbing,
Than someone observed...
Espressing joy and happiness.
For no apparent reason.

And those on drugs,
Have a certain appearance.
While those alcoholic,
Have eyes clouded in denial.

Those natural high lifers,
Are often thought of to be crazed.
Or completely detached from reality.
And today this amazes those distracted by it!

How often is it that one is seen,
Smiling and content?
And absolutely self abuse free.
While attracting attention AND comments.

Has a rehabilitation been the cause of this sensation?
Something of a discipline has occurred.
With a vibrancy that expresses verve.
How encouraging!
And this takes nerve.

Suspicious are those with wicked wishes.

'Oh...
They 'have' to be doing something more than nothing!
Because too much attention they bring to it! '

And discipline and self respect,
Are the last things loose lips digest in minds to accept!
With an evilness projected.
And leaving those 'bugs' that fly up their asses,
To camp out in a permanent residence.
Although finding it unsafe to stay there!

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Isolated And Distant They Are Detached

There are so many people out of touch,
With life, themselves, others and their surroundings...
That the word 'Reality' could be painted ten feet tall,
On the side of a jumbo jet...
And they 'still' would try to convince those viewing it,
What appears is not yet in their vision to believe.
That's how isolated and distant they are detached,
From themselves, their minds to accept the comfort...
Of living in denial and rejection.

'Get away from me.
You are always talking with negativity.
These children today are no different than we were.
They are just seeking to be hugged and loved.
It is foolish to suggest they express disrespect,
Because they lack discipline, identity and a swift kick...
Where it can be felt.
I have always shown my kids by example,
They can do whatever they please.'

I agree.
Where are you going?

'Both of my 'babies' are in prison.
I am bringing to them some cookies...
To ensure them I am in their corner.
And to let them know,
I understand them completely.'

What a good parent you are.

'Thank you for noticing.'

It's the 'system' isn't it?

'The what? '

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Discipline is based on pride, on meticulous attention to details, and on mutual respect and confidence. Discipline must be a habit so ingrained that it is stronger than the excitement of the goal or the fear of failure.

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Paying The Price

If for no other reason they exist,
Those who have chosen to self destruct...
Have done this very effectively.
This is not a negative wish.
This is an observation of it.

And they seem to be the ones,
Who approach life from a superficial point of view.
With no depth, no insight, no ambition.
And certainly no respect or discipline shown,
To themselves or others...
They accuse for their lives of 'bad luck'.

Quick to critique the deeds of others.
With expectations to be served.
Since living to take without giving...
And use what and whoever it is,
Without replacing that with acts of gratitude...
Will not from them rise high on their agenda.
Although blaming with a fault to find is what they do.

And abuse themselves and whom they choose,
If not getting on demand what they wish...
Is not on someone else's list to prioritize,
They will promptly deceive with a getting of it.
No matter how blind the eyes in denial.
Or the expense others pay,
To refuse to accept truth.

And usually,
As time goes by...
And today time flies.
They are not alone or by themselves,
When it comes to paying the price.

They are we and we are them and all of us,
Are in this 'thing' together.
And not one of us is a Walrus.

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Objectivity

Because I had no 'things'
To display to gain your respect.
For years you disrespected me.
And taunted my efforts,
As less than best.

Today your 'things' are gone.
And you are hanging onto pretense.
I never valued the playing of charade,
In masquerade.
And now you say I cling onto a bitterness.
Because of your dismay? ? ?

I will say your 'objectivity'
Has left you crazed!
THAT I will say.

Don't you think it odd,
The attention to me you give.
I think you are riduculous.
Since the happiness I live,
Is priceless.
And you are not due a single thought.

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You Are Such An Actor

You have been a highly acclaimed person,
For a number of years.
And yet you do not appear to be on anyone's radar.
Very few people know who you are.
Why are you flying so low?
Is that intentional?

'What are you saying?
What point are you making? '

If more people knew who you were,
You would be respected more.

'And that is a very sad commentary to make,
About today's people.
Isn't it?
To think one has to first impress others,
With a doing that gets attention mentioned...
To then be treated as a human being?
Oh, I just wake up everyday praying,
For that kind of notoriety! '

You should.

'And why is that? '

It would make me feel better to say,
I know you.

'Stop it. Stop it.
The thought of it gives me goose bumps.
To think my efforts known by more people,
Would enhance the only purpose you have in your life...
To feel better about yourself.
Oh 'wow' I'm beginning to feel such a rush that thrills me inside.'

You are such an actor.

'And you should find something else to do,
Than wasting your time trying to find how mine operates.
If I sought to seek that kind of attention,
I would have long devoted myself in re-creating the wheel.'

And what does that mean?

'Having no ambition and stealing from others,
What had already been invented.
To then set my aim to make claims of what I've done.
With my eyes affixed to fame and glory.
Like nearly everyone who wishes a 'Reality Show'.

Why haven't you done that?
That would have made it a lot easy for me to accept.

'With the giving to me respect,
Right? '

Of course.
Those reality shows are so...
Real.

'And hollow of any sign of content.'

Yep. You are out of touch.

'Thank you.
And I am glad very few have noticed,
Just how distant and out of touch I am and can be.'

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Glad This Is Not My Issue

I have never been accused,
Of being patriotic.
Devoted or loyal.
Nor sacrificial to others' needs.

Whether known or not...
These activities,
Do not from other lips speak.

It has never been discussed,
How I would rush to the aid of others.
And entertain them with foolishness,
Just to see a smile come across their lips.

Although I've been called stupid on many occasions.

It has never been expressed,
My desire to do my very best.
Or to implement with discipline,
The tackling done of obstacles that come to test.

Yet...
It has been said,
I think I'm better than the rest.
Trying to impress.

I have heard comments stated in my face,
To berate what is I've attempted to do.
To then have it said...
I do what I do to seek attention.
As if there is something I need to prove.

'Can we all say, Lun-a-tic? '

And the more I value the quietness of my peace,
In a privacy I seek to protect...
I hear it said that I am lonely, eccentric and seeking friends.
And a public attention is what I address.

As I age,
I thank God my time has been spent...
In the validation of those things important.
And the sharing of events with those loved who are close.
If I had not...
I would not know whose life it is to live!
Or which of those with mental illnesses needing focus the most!

I am glad this is not my issue.
And I've got them too.
But not on these levels.

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We should remember that there was once a discipline called natural philosophy. Unfortunately, this discipline seems not to exist today. It has been renamed science, but science of today is in danger of losing much of the natural philosophy aspect.

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Yeah! I Can See How It All Relates

Why are the children unsupervised?
And finding it easy to commit so much crime?
Not to mention the lack of discipline,
Even their parents are finding it excusable...
To allow and permit their vacant minds.

'Sssshhh!
Will you stop with that.
There are still many asleep in denial.
They will use the customary defense,
Your point of view neglects to mention...
All the positive aspects,
Of their time spent in the newer prisons...
Offering updated rehabilitation programs,
To broaden their values...
Society then approves as accepted common sense.'

Yeah! You're right.
I see now how it all relates.
I have been too harsh with my assessments.
Thank you for reminding me of how much I've aged.

'No problem.
It took me time to adjust too.'

Yeah! I can see how it all relates.

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Of That Which Has Created The Earth

Everything has an order.
Everything has a discipline.

When those believe,
They can disrupt an order...
That has strict discipline,
To attempt to impose their wishes...
As if this skips the attention,
Of that which has created the Earth...
They from birth have leeched upon.

And they...
Created by it from within,
A Supreme Inyelligence?

THAT is the ultimate ungratefulness.
THAT is the ultimate display of arrogance.
And 'that' arrogance ultimately ends,
As is to be witnessed.
Without a weapon used that could possibly defend.

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For Purposes To Entertain The Perfect Existence

Assigned to teach,
Anyone unwilling to listen...
Or sit quietly wanting to learn,
Seems always to be an opportunity...
To question the abilities of the teacher,
With a finding of fault and a blaming to accuse.
And not one admission of being irresponsible,
From those too deluded to accept their own confusion.

'I did not raise my child to be boisterous.
And being disrespectful to others?
I just do not allow.
IF we had more certified and qualified teachers,
These problems of 'ours' would be solved.
With increased discipline to learn to 'see' this exist.'

~AND...
You have just won two tickets to 'Fantasyland'.~

Leaving those in leadership positions,
To know there are people with limitations on their minds...
Will eventually find crimes to commit.
And at the taxpayers' expense, safety is advocated.
So they campaign to build 'more' rehabilitation centers,
For purposes to entertain the perfect existence!
Giving those confined time to occupy their minds,
To be released with increased knowledge of God!

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Those Once Outraged Are Amongst Those Crazed

The only time familiar faces become missed,
Is when words spoken thought ridiculous...
Were from them direct and sugar free.
To have outraged those to a frenzy.
And today?
Those once outraged are amongst those crazed.

Now...
Those very same honest and direct people,
Are remembered to be reminisced...
As those who spoke with words wished to hear again.
Since time has past to make what had been said 'then'...
More meaningful than ever to those comprehending.

Compared to the nonsense many accept today...
As a way to communicate their sanity,
From wherever it was purchased...
To label it as such!
The minds today are detached!
And to never come back from where they are.

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Observed To Be What It Is

Whatever is,
Or has been...
The most significant thing in one's life,
And this one has prioritized?
Reflects the attention given to it.

It is observed to be what it is.
With any credit mentioned,
For whatever content may be discussed...
Due to who or whomever is responsible,
For that which is noticeably apparent.

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What Re-action From Me Do You Expect?

Observing...
With a giving to someone,
Undivided attention.
To listen as they reflect retrospectively,
A doing done to achieve their success.

This 'should' be an event to experience their happiness.
And not an opportunity for them to solicit empathy...
To pour from their hearts,
Highlighted aspects of their regrets.
As a forgiveness is mentioned for them to accept,
During a process of it being expressed.

But many find and discover,
Happiness is not one's ability to acquire possessions.
Or listening to someone confess this.
Since it is boring enough to watch them try,
To cry fake tears.

'You don't know how I wish,
Things between us had been different.'

~For what reason?
To experience the reality of feeling something real?
Or to relive your comments,
That I am not addressing my potential to impress.
Which thoughtless direction would you like to reminisce?
And what re-action from me do you expect? ~

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Something Inside

If one is misunderstanding,
The connection between...
Passion,
Sacrifice and discipline.
Loyalty and devotion...
And the love of life,
To experience what it takes...
Being fortunate to witness,
The unfolding of happiness...
Through trials and tribulations?

Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!

And to survive defeating obstacles,
With heartaches to shake?
Someone delusional lives in wait,
Procrastinating in needless self debate...
For someone else,
To deliver to them their expectations.

Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!

And...
That had already been done,
An expectation!
When they were gifted with birth!
Just like everyone else...
That has come to feel the rays of Sun.
And this is an occurrence that has happened,
With or without their acknowledgement!

Something...
Inside of their minds,
Does not accept!

Yet,
Hopefully...
One day this all connects!

Turbulence,
Begets turbulence...
Begets no peace felt,
To be from one released!

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Bill Cosby

No punches pulled!
Straight up and in your face.
A man tells of disturbing events...
Absolutely making no sense.
Speaks he does,
To a particular race.
And what they continue to do,
To themselves and children too...
Is a disgrace!
And saying so,
A stance he takes!

How can lack of discipline,
Be something to be admired?
How can uninspired people...
Expect so much,
With a collapse of disregard.
Entertained by fantasy!
Fed by delusion.
Nourishing empty minds long retired!

A heritage disrespected...
From neglect and irresponsibility.
Slipping and sliding into oblivion.
A conformity wished...
That is blissed with unconsciousness!
This truth expressed.
Is this the hopelessness digested?
Publicly addressed...
Are the comments of Bill Cosby!

Dedicated To:
Bill Cosby
For his wisdom, honesty and insight!

'An ignorance does not deserve appreciation!
What it needs is an honesty that is bared and addressed! '
~LSP~

Thank you, Bill! I so admire your intelligence.
You are, indeed, a friend of humanity.
And a truth so many can not face today!

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From Their Perch On Fences

It can become such a foolish waste...
To chase someone who gets things done.
With a hope for a clue,
That will reveal a preview.
Complete with blueprinted details,
And freed of obstacles as this is overviewed.

Folks on a mission...
Aren't out making announcements.
Not for attention or steps taken to blurt.
They are conditioned with discipline.
And challenged to do something,
With their lives experienced here on Earth.

Whether or not they deserve praise...
Isn't an issue they themselves raise.
They are motivated to accomplish!
That is why most people like this,
Are often thought of to be crazed!
And often are...
Dismissed.

And many of them seem quickly evaluated,
To be out of their minds.
And unrestricted by set limits...
Others find comforting to hide securely behind.

Like a pretense some embrace,
They have no traces of abnormalcy!
With lots of company defending their 'common sense' with them.
While finding themselves to be commonly undecisive...
As they join others of similar desires,
Clinging and straddling...
With approved mindsets,
Sitting to discuss their opinions.

Like an image of a row of Crows,
Who judge squawking.
Noisely!
From nearby trees.
Or from their perch on fences.

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Drastic Measures

Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.

If I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
And all else I have tried has failed.
Contemplating in hesitation,
I simply could not do.
An immediate solution is needed.
And with a quickness this should be heeded.

Delay advocates an acceptance further disrespected.
This suggests it is okay,
To continue to ignore with increased child's play.

IF I knew I had to instill discipline,
Within the minds of 'my' children.
I would have them quarantined,
Without their 'toys'.
To show them and myself,
Just how serious their diseased behavior...
Infects.
And what this means.

And...
They would not be released,
Until the demons from them cease.
With a passing of my 'Show Me Your Gratefulness Test'...
AFTER an obstacle course,
The Marine Corp developed for children who are pests...
Has silent their mouths.
And they have begun to digest and comprehended,
Whose rules under my roof...
Will be given the utmost attention.

This,
If I should mention...
Would save tax payers millions paid,
To rehabilitate any child of mine requiring discipline.

Drastic measures taken,
Most of the time...
Produces the desired result.
And...
Establishes a peace of mind!

However,
In these times we live where decadence thrives...
As a marketing device to divide and entice,
Drastic measures confines those to 'rights'.
With amendments and laws outdated,
And much flawed.

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Sleeping Like Napping Cats

We guzzle up quick those sporting events.
With a rushing done to ease our minds,
From serious thinking to keep common sense...
Prioritized as we survive.
Or...
Something done today as a joke to be made.
And if one laughs too loudly...
Of course we assume that one to be crazed.

We spend more time to be entertained.
Believing the thought process,
Should be left on the shoulders...
Of those we elect to do that best.
Hoping their main concern,
Is to preserve and protect 'our' interests kept.

We are convinced our freedoms are under attack.
But depending on the time of the year and the season,
We wish for the holidays to bring them back.
And when no attention is paid to our daily acts,
We accuse those in politics to be distracted.
Lacking in skills and sleeping like napping cats.

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If Given The Attention

Many regard the hearing of truth,
As offensive.
And those who tell it...
To be evil.

And in some environments,
Those who can not handle the speaking of it...
Are afflicted with all kinds of ailments.
Their minds will not accept the truth.
And institutions to assist them,
'Heal'...
From an assortment of psychological perceptions,
Grow!

And those seeking to campaign against truth,
Often annoy others...
With every complaint imagine.
From not being understood...
To finding someone or 'something' in their neighborhood,
Not meeting the expectations.
AND...
If given the attention,
It is clear they are amongst those living in denial!

AND...
If given the attention,
Mouths are open...
With ears closed and nothing is heard,
Giving anything heard a time to listen!
Unless,
Of course...
The 'word' is spoken in church,
For them to misinterpret.

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Hurry Up! The Authorities Head This Way

What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
Forget about all of that,
Common sense with sanity talk.

That has long been aborted.
And away from reality,
People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.

What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
You must choose a side very soon,
Before you've been labelled...
A maverick misfit!
Or someone with an attitude...
That expresses one to be a bad sport!

People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.

Hurry up!
The 'authorities' head this way!
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?

If you decide right now,
To be one out of your mind...
They may leave you alone.
But I recommend don't hesitate.
Since independent thinkers...
Are quick for them to find!

'What are 'you' going to do? '

Me?
I'm prepared to tap dance.
And sing, 'Ol' Man Ribber'.

'You mean 'river'! '

No!
It's 'Ribber'.
Trust me.
Here they come!
Start shuffling.
And...
It's 'Yus Sah'!
You got that?

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