The Hunger To Have It
Their failures faced,
Do not come to them.
Because of mistakes made.
Their failures have been created,
By their intentions to separate.
With a leading of incompetent dominance.
Not a blending of experiences from all,
To embrace.
The appearance of gluttony,
Came to take its place.
And greed feeding on incompetence,
Has led to their disgrace.
And maybe their strategy did begin with race.
But it is about all about the MONEY now!
Unfortunately.
The lack of it.
And the hunger to have it.
Has evil losing a battle to maintain greatness.
A commodity left to go unnurtured.
A commodity now less real and more faked.
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Failures
When failures come, oh, do not fret;
For failures, you must not regret;
Through failures, one can turn perfect,
As failure isn’t a great defect!
Each failure gives us chance again;
Through failures, we have much to gain;
So, failures are a boon, not bane;
Yes, failures make a man much sane!
All cannot win in life always;
Set-backs do come to us some days;
With failures, one makes strong a base;
Our failures bestow bolder face!
With failures come, added wisdom;
’Tis hard to hold a large kingdom;
Failures in life are much welcome,
As successes will always come.
Failures help us to love God more;
Failures are winning signs in core;
Failures can open newer door;
Failures can take us to the fore!
Which man on earth had always won?
With rain, there comes a brighter sun;
With failures, one can have much fun;
Failures aid us to faster run!
Failures can help us fare better;
Failures aren’t man’s strongest fetter;
Failures are just a trend-setter;
Failures make us a win-getter!
By failures, one can stop awhile;
Through failures, you run longer mile;
Failures do not remain life’s bile;
Failures help us finish in style!
Failures help us see truth again;
Failures remove the pride and feign;
Failures help us take newer lane;
Failures help us win in the main!
Through failures, we begin again,
And success smiles, easing out pain!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-17-2010
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You Should Be Teaching
What can be done,
About the failures taking place...
In a system that allows,
A disgrace of education?
With decaying schools teaching methods,
Archaic in presentation?
'Close them.
Just close them all down.
Until an admission of pretentions,
Has been faced without debate.
Why support mediocrity?
When that has been degraded.'
What can be done,
About the failures taking place...
In a system that allows,
A disgrace of education?
'Put a bulldozer to them quick.
Save the taxpayers dollars.
Since truth no one admits.
These institutions,
That put up with a lack of discipline.
With hallways crusted,
As disrespecting loud mouth children...
Are pampered and snuggled,
And tolerated as victims.
When victimization for them is 'in'.
Should be locked out and boot camped.
And made to bloom as rising stars.
Not weeds to be swept away in gutters! '
What can be done,
About the failures taking place...
In a system that allows,
A disgrace of education?
'That depends!
How do these scenes reflect the society?
And how can the people not see them...
Observe this,
Yet defend? '
Hey...
There are still people hooked on celebrating,
Holidays and histories created.
How can you break minds away from that?
When a mindset has been sedated?
'That's a good question.
It might make my top ten list.
I'm still wondering what keeps the Sun round.
When it is not a solid. It's a ball of heated gas.
What's making it stay round like that? '
How do you know it's not a solid?
Have you ever been there?
'No! Don't be so foolish.
But when scientists use terms like 'prominences'
And Chromospheres being above the photosphere.
With the corona being the outer part of the Sun's atmosphere.
Trust me...
They can't explain it either!
And the center of the Sun's core being 27 million degrees? ? ?
Please.
Ain't nuthin solid surviving that!
But what's keeping it 'round' astounds me.'
You should be teaching.
'I substituted once.
For about three years.
Doing that and other 'things'.
Then one day this child threw a chair at me? ? ?
I forget the day.
But that was in 1990.
That was also the last day I entered any school to teach.
Because I instantly had 'visions' of seeing myself handcuffed.
And being led off to prison! '
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Im In Disgrace
The first time that I saw you
You were the lady of my dreams.
The very next time I had to make you mine,
And I treated you like a queen.
The third time that I saw you
You treated me with such distaste,
Now I wish Id never seen your face.
Im in disgrace,
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face,
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Theres no use blaming me
And saying I was your ruination
Because it was you equally
That got us into this situation.
It wasnt lust, it wasnt rape,
It was just a mistake
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Im in disgrace. shes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Was your love real or faked?
Or was it only infatuation?
Picture you in my place.
I wish Id acted with a little less haste.
Im in disgrace.
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Oh what a waste. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Now my names dirt and Im disgraced.
Im in disgrace.
song performed by by Kinks
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King Of Comedy
Make your money with a suit and tie
Make your money with true denial
Make your money expert advice,
If you can wing it
Make your money with a power ply
Make your money with a buy out bribe
Make it lie as long as you mean it
Im not king of comedy,
Grease the pig, give a squeeze (squeeze me)
Make your money with exploitation
Make it holy illumination
Say a prayer at every station
Dont forget to ask for mercy
Make your money with a pretty face
Make it easy with product placement
Make it charged with controversy
Im straight, Im queer, Im bi
Im not king of comedy,
Im not your magazine,
Im not your television
Make your money, make it rich
Make it young and make it quick
Make your money on the jukebox, baby,
Lets pick up sticks
Make your enemies make your moves
Make your critics stumble through
Make it smart and make it schmooze
Make it look easy
Im not king of comedy,
Im not your magazine,
Im not your television,
Im not your movie screen
Im not commodity (all together now)
Im not commodity
Im not commodity
song performed by by REM
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With Looks On Faces
It has been historically reported,
Commandments were sent...
To be obeyed as ordered.
There were ten of them.
Depending on recommended versions...
All of which ignored.
To be followed...
Not amended as wished.
But a need for satisfactions...
To a detriment,
Was explored.
To redefine The Almighty's wish!
Man chose to dilute these truths.
With laws to complicate the basics.
And today humanity faces,
Consequences to embrace...
With looks on faces fed with greed.
And difficult to replace a created disgrace.
But actions are not traced...
Back to a feeding that chose to disbelieve!
And that feeding still exists.
With screams from protestors...
In demands for more of it!
With looks on faces...
Addicted with insistence,
To a feeding of more of their greed.
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getting over a failure (for Liza)
be attuned, there is no such
thing as a permanent failure,
there are only preludes
success even is temporary
how much for failures?
do not diminish yourself
failures are merely suspended
successes, be patient for
it is just but a matter of time
failures are but temporary guests
the uninvited ones whom you
can even dismiss at any time
but don't be too harsh upon
failures and upon yourself
like everyone else that you meet
give them time to speak and
be with you, they also have something
to say, though not nice, but there
is also so much to learn from them.
that ugly guy over there, welcome
him inside your house, serve him
tea and company, he has something
more important to say, than that
handsome man over there, who like
a magician, gives you only illusions.
sometimes what is more real
let me say this once, is failure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Traces Of Their Tracks Left All Over The Facts
How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
Later admit,
They were not aware of it?
If honest mistakes are declared to be made,
By those who are consciously making them...
Most of the time.
Why are the ones unconscious,
Repeatedly denying...
They are 'not' incompetent.
When they have left traces of their tracks,
Left all over the facts!
And...
Supported they are,
By those who continuously make...
Honest mistakes!
How much of reality is, indeed, faked?
With no one held accountable,
For a quality of life watched fading away.
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Demanded For All As a Cleansing
To sit and claim
He does not know 'why'
There are economic failures.
Magnified beyond belief!
And he and his administration,
Were the catalyst for the cause of them.
Says much more
About those who live in denial with incompetence.
And their deeds need not to be further questioned!
Nor can it be expected,
They are capable of providing relief.
If what is not obvious,
With this mix of leadership...
That still has those wondering who 'is' and 'is not'
Mentally equipped,
To recognize their comprehension limits!
Then we all should re-evaluate our fantasies.
And replace them quick!
With enforced and scheduled psychiatric visits!
Demanded for all as a cleansing to heal.
This kind of isolated greed one feeds...
Is from birth.
An indoctrination done,
That follows them throughout their lives.
Never to be for them to examine 'internally'.
Or consciously with an empathy to ever be revealed.
This is not a process of their conditioning.
Greed, theft and excessiveness...
Is for them lives lived to possess from others,
To obtain their success with skills of suppressiveness.
Digested as a quality of life one must protect.
To sustain and maintain their 'interests' at best,
To reflect themselves on levels of greatness.
'Hey...
This rambles! '
And...
What is your point?
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Cindy
what a way to mask
intentions,
for those failures
you stay put here
not blaming the
slowness of your
feet
and your inability
to make the necessary
connections
to success
your success has
an imported definition
it is not here
it is in another country
where people are
giving you
the higher currency
for your services
you mask
your failure with
patriotism
your weaknesses
you cover
with the love of self
be courageous
cindy
tell them the truth
you're a failure
oh yes
but you tried so hard
and that
makes you
the heroine of
today's
modern story
to greatness
stories that last
and get the
Oscars
you must know
has something to do
with honesty
and not the travesty
of that beautiful face
of pretension
Cindy
cry if you must
but have trust
failures don't
last.
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Vultures Who Dress to Impress
Who or what else is next for you to address,
To again blame for a mess.
Deep rooted in unadmitted insecurities.
Finger pointing and mouth pouting done.
'Yourself' the main one...
Dismissed from failures created.
Enemies easy to once select and pick,
Aren't so abundant or quick to solicit.
Those 'Peter and the Wolf' days fade.
A reliance on government officials...
Abound with the surrounding of internal corruption.
And distorting images cleansed by deceit!
Sweet cheese teasing to bait weak mice on Wall Street...
Has been eaten by the rats.
And they...
By those fat cats purring and wanting more.
Take a deep breath!
Those of you who viewed yourselves,
Next in line to dine as royalty.
With your assets protected!
Those trusted to enhance the feeding of your greed,
Have found exits with few left.
Leaving a patheticness to bleed.
And how can those historically disrespected,
Be connected or suspected?
When all of them had been fed like pigeons.
And not the Swans you wished to reflect.
It seems those you hand selected to protect your nest...
Have picked over the best and ran.
Did you think loyalty associates itself with gluttony?
Or crumbs from a feasting would be left on your plate?
Why would you ever believe,
Vultures who dress to impress...
Would have manners?
Or that cannibals when feeding,
Have concerns of etiquette.
While eating each others' flesh?
That is why your nest has been left in a mess!
And all of your eggs are gone.
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Speed of a Crisis
Repeated and historic has been...
The finger pointing done to accuse another one,
For a self inflicted suffering...
That comes to them without end.
Insecurities unconfessed,
Now has them forced to address...
An idealistic way of life,
That sets the spotlight upon
Such a disturbing mess.
Yes!
Truth like this is difficult to erase.
When greed has been one's feeding.
And greasy fat hands appear...
With mud smeared on one's deceiving face.
Of course the blame for this will be placed on someone else.
That's the way these steps of greatness have been achieved.
Leaving victims dishonored and disenfranchised as they bleed.
And the speeding of a crisis begins to leap over false devices.
As those try to hide their absolute disgrace...
Realizing the basis of their taste,
Began with the seeding of petty issues...
And spiced with the baiting of race.
Now an incompetence has stirred the heating of disaster!
With a churning of internal division...
That can not be stopped.
Even as their demise is taking place!
With a trashing done that they have mastered.
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The Promotion Of A Nothingness
The promotion of a nothingness,
To coverup insecurities...
Is as pronounced as those with them,
Who continue to make attempts to smother...
The uselessness of their incompetence,
That has expose them and their failures...
In everything touched that has been done they do!
And this has always been vocalized,
By those who have stood on the shoulders...
Of ohers who have made true accomplishments.
And all they have done...
Those shouting their indignities,
Is to feed a deceiving of greed inherited...
By a hand-me-down of slick tricks and theft!
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Hunger For Power
Rational human beings irrational in other ways
Betraying each other in an unfriendly race
All they do is think for themselves
Ask them for some help and they'll tell you to go to Hell
Welcome to the brutal world
Vehemence, the way it goes
Rejoicing for the disgrace of the succesful one
The jealousy is the weapon of the incompetent bum
So if you think you've got your best frined
You better look back, you never know what he might do next
The anger is built in silence
It's gonna cause some ignorant violence
That's a goal rule number one
To achieve in command
What they've done in the past
You're gonna let'em pay back
I wonder why you do to others
What you don't want them doing to you
If prejudice has a value in life
Evil would rule you too
Remember for all the bad things you commit
You're gonna pay with the same coin, you damn fool
Breaking the barrier between patience and rage
That are controlling you
Now you're feeling what your best friend was going through
That's the way the circle of life
Has been for many years ago people are so greedy
When they're in trouble, they look for you
You can't lose this society battle
Evil plans are coming to your mind
To fight back, a sabotage
That has happened many times
CHORUS
Hunger for power
When you die
All you have
Won't go with you
Hunger for power
Stupid fight
You better stand straight
Or you might fall
CHORUS
Hunger for power
You'll never know
What might happen
To us all
Hunger for power
When you die
All you have
Won't go with you
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Let Them Have Their Tea With Crumpets
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
He...
Wishes to present to them realities.
And they...
Were raised to feed on fantasies.
With praise they wish the world,
Continues to see.
That greatness hyped with hypocrisy!
But those who have chosen to sip their tea,
Even without him leading them...
Can not believe nor accept,
A change is evident.
With a coming to them that is direct.
Because on just 'credit'...
The economy bleeds.
And those who now seethe,
Are the ones who depleted it!
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
And without his honesty...
They perceive a boundless gluttony,
Will and can come back again.
'What about the thieves?
Who holds them accountable,
For their activities? '
Sssshhh...
That is part of the reality,
They rather see erased from them to leave.
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In comparing therefore the value of the same commodity, at different periods of time, the consideration of the comparative skill and intensity of labour, required for that particular commodity, needs scarcely to be attended to, as it operates equally at both periods.
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Cheapness Fed the Greed
A cheapness fed the greed.
Until the addictions of those greedy soared.
Few predicted the cheapness would increase...
And left the price of it ignored.
Without a noticable decrease.
As those who produced the cheapness knew...
Demand for what they had would grow.
They made the price for this commodity more expensive.
And watched those of greed,
Plead to lower a cheapness known...
When a quality of life loved and overblown,
Would eventually have them all on their knees in groans!
To suffer like passengers riding tightly in the backseat...
Enjoying the view.
But unaware of what those saw coming towards them,
From the front!
A gaping hole would swallow them.
One they did not wish to confront!
However...
A cheapness fed the greed.
Until the addictions of those greedy soared.
Few predicted the cheapness would increase...
And left the price of it ignored.
Without a noticable decrease.
And all of those riding feasted...
Until an abrupt detoxing came to stop them.
To leave them in pain from cheap feeding.
With wishes to heal from it quickly.
But this expense they could not afford.
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Divisions They Have Created
Observing those taking offense,
Against policies and initiatives they implemented...
Is like listening to someone complain,
About the price of cigarettes and gasoline...
While waiting in line to purchase them at any cost.
People have grown accustomed to debating themselves.
As if those overhearing them,
Become attracted to the redundance of the limited topics.
Divisions they have created,
Have outdated realities.
They refer to the 'others' as those on the 'left'.
And yet,
They are 'right'...
With their insignificant infighting complimented with backbites.
Their own divisions they have created,
Escalated devastation.
Clearly they are a people of greed,
Wanting more of it for themselves to feed.
With an outsourcing of jobs...
For cheaper labor to pay as their economy slipped away.
They were the ones to oversee this travesty,
As a means to quietly lift themselves...
To the land of abundant gluttony.
Divisions they have created,
Deletes the fact of their discreeted deceit.
As their own hands dipped
While a diminishing of beliefs of those values and standards,
Were going unpoliced!
They speak of a greatness only reviewed on sporting fields.
They speak of a greatness on streets of decadence no one feels.
To lead is to know how to follow.
To greed is to know how to follow those like this who lead.
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Real Men...
real men...
dont threaten.
real men dont lie.
real men dont take
at the expense of others.
real men dont quit.
real men dont make excuses.
real men dont follow blindly.
real men dont abuse women.
real men are good fathers.
real men live by respect.
real men dont seek violence,
but dont back down.
real men get involved.
real men face their fears,
and their failures.
real men own their mistakes.
real men dont judge.
real men pray with the same hands
they wipe their buts with,
and know it!
real men forgive.
real men love at all costs.
real men stand for what they believe...
what the world needs now
is real men... (and women) !
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The Wishfulness of Their Own Deaths
With an attempt to defeat,
Their own demise they amongst themselves.
Have clearly created.
They.
Those of brilliance and of stated greatness,
Imploded from within.
With an understated division,
Biased by racism
They take liberties to expose their incompetence,
To those around the world.
Looking in on them.
With an attempt to defeat,
Their own demise they amongst themselves.
Have clearly created.
Whatever respect that is believed they have earned,
Shows their wish to control and rule the world.
An effort that has destroyed,
Visions of this attempt that brings to them an end.
The question to ask from all who now see,
How these deceiving tasks bleed needlessly.
Is a gluttony wish to achieve,
By a few who view themselves powerful with greed...
Worthy of a destuction to come,
To have such an ignorance welcome?
And if it is those tears wept.
Will haunt not the weak,
But those who implemented unconsciously.
The wishfulness of their own deaths.
And.
This just might be,
The solution to correct.
The spreading of their mental disease.
To leave humanity eventually with a wholesome.
And one respected by all that's lived in peace.
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In retrospect there were failures enough to go around. There were failures before the storm and failures after the storm.
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