The Piper That Gets Paid Knows
No one wishes to leave,
Perceptions of weakness.
Especially when financial debts...
Are handled to keep beliefs,
And people deceived...
For purposes to maintain,
A way of life sustained by delusions.
And marketing a plan that is well conceived
With discreet meetings kept secret...
Between those who know,
Who owes what to who.
Regardless of conflicting images,
Of dominance and superiority in public view!
What is due and who pays it...
Only the piper that gets paid,
Knows.
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Named And Stamped With A Brand
Limited interpretations,
Appeal only to those who are appeased.
And kept they are to view their lives,
Manifested to accept that which symbolizes images.
And what for them an image represents.
With a keeping of images limited to interpretation.
And if a depiction in their minds can not be defined,
It is dismissed as worthless.
Until a place for it is found to be labelled,
As an entity to be named and stamped with a brand.
To then be sold as a needed commodity.
With a familiar repeating done of subliminal marketing.
'Whew! What a relief.
We thought we had to accept it as is.
Having its own separate identity.
And that would be too mind altering,
For the limits we have set for our beliefs.
And right now we can not afford expansion.
It's difficult enough as it is to maintain 'some' control.'
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One Has Standards to Maintain
Are you a joke?
Or is this an inappropriate time,
For your life to be lived.
And your dreams of securing a house,
With a white picket fence...
Seems too rich in delusion.
And undernourished.
Lacking in an acceptance of reality.
And you laugh at 'me' and my perceptions,
Quick.
One of us desires for yesterday to make a comeback.
And the other refuses to accept anything from yesterday,
At all.
Including those delusions,
Assembled for a fast marketing of trash repackaged.
One has standards to maintain.
The other?
Has a sanity to protect.
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Because of Their Standards, Values and Interests
You see them?
They are the ones...
The very same people,
Who declared themselves victims...
Of enemies.
And those enemies obstructed,
Their progress and efforts made.
With frustrations that prevented...
Benefits they struggled to get,
For all of the people they represented.
They were supported.
And believed.
You see them?
They are the same folks,
Who knowingly backed themselves into a hole.
With the selling of false goods.
To reveal themselves less than angels.
And adorned with tainted halos.
And in disbelief...
They were comforted by those unconscious.
Who further supported them.
Even stronger.
You see them?
They are the ones,
Who declared they had enemies.
Backed themselves into hole.
Exposed themselves as less than angels.
Fed their greed exclusively.
And in discreet secretly...
Deceived.
And now with heads bowed,
They make public appearances to profess...
Unity is needed and must be addressed.
Since those enemies declared they claimed,
Are preparing to make announcements...
That financial arrangements,
With loans made that must be paid.
Has extended the patience of their 'enemies'.
And those 'enemies' could care less,
What charades played in masquerade...
Is in need of more time,
For a promised kept silence...
To ease unwarranted stress.
Because of their standards, values and interests,
Those less than honest...
Are about to lose even their decadence.
And they are hoping their 'enemies'
Show them more respect...
Than they have shown.
A marketing of decadence...
They confess is a creation they own.
With no discipline to invest,
In the correction of this themselves!
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Holding On With Wishes To Experience This
Altrhough...
They're slipping with a gripping,
To a bottomless pit.
With an ignorance addicted unresisted.
And,
Holding on and wishing to experience it...
Are the ones who practice posing,
In a darkened abyss.
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs.
And refusing to release,
All delusions they've been feeding.
The people of today...
Are crazed with beliefs,
That the only life to live,
Is the one of deceit.
Holding on with wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
They keep on holding onto to wishes to experience this,
Darkened abyss...
With a proving that an ignorance for them is bliss.
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
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Influence And Prestige
Keeping one's mind fantasized,
Does not return good dividends.
Nor does the hoarding of truth,
Keeps it unavoidable.
No one playing this game of Bingo,
Is going to be heard to win.
And...
The starting all over with new rules,
To school those unaccustomed to discipline...
Will not gain the attention,
Those grabbing onto their balls...
With threats to leave with perceptions they lead.
They follow themselves,
Down the road of bigger not better delusions.
With beliefs they can make someone listen,
To more created tales,
About their influence and prestige...
That has resulted in jealousy and envy.
'What are you whining about now? '
A 'piper' carrying a batch of promissary notes.
And a reluctance shown to masquerade,
Unpaid.
You didn't hear that from me.
I'm not the one whining.
I'm observing. Remember that!
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Some Would Have No Life To Live
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Many sat by and watch this nourish.
And in somes cases,
Encouraged it.
If this affected another race.
And on TV you saw this take place.
With accusations flying...
How 'those' people should be ashamed.
And how 'they' are such a disgrace.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
Many countries wouldn't be what they are,
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
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On Public Display and In Constant View
They would love to keep defended,
Secret wishes...
To hide acts of blatant racistness!
With proclamations that none exists.
But it does!
And is present in everything they do.
From their creation of a homelessness that is seen.
To depictions of what beauty is...
From a media they control,
To inflict images on TV screens.
To the decadence pursued on public display,
And in constant view everyday!
With a use of these delusions...
To instill their rights of usurping foreign lands.
With a pretense a delivery is done,
Innocent with diplomatic intentions.
And based upon democratic appetites...
Hungered by everyone.
Which upon their own home turf...
Doesn't seem to be working.
No matter how close those ethnic ties.
Or the juicy sweetness dripping...
From those addicted to the spreading of deceit.
Or the ducumenting of new and fed lies!
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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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How Many Times Have You Told Me That?
You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.
And I will say this,
About your version of the 'incident'.
And your need to have it accepted.
From a point of view you wish respected.
You need no longer to protect it.
Since it is obvious who between us,
Has been more affected.
So I will leave you to get some needed rest.
With any version that conflicts,
With the one that I witnessed.
And your attempts not to be involved in it...
Will be a matter between you,
And your deluded consciousness.
Do you see me?
'Of course I see you! '
Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?
'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '
You have your version!
And I have mine.
One of us got hit by conclusions,
For purposes to comprehend.
The other...
Wishes to be correct!
And lays up in traction,
From toe to neck.
Hoping a mending of fractures,
Is successful.
With a wish for an embarrassment,
Not to be made this public.
Do you see me?
'Of course I see you! '
Which one of us seems to be traction free?
And which one of us 'seems' to be...
Stubbornly on the defensive?
'You just 'think' you are right ALL the time! '
Oh,
I can be wrong.
How many times have you told me that?
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Secret Lovers
All these men
Will keep secretly
Writing to you
And keep secretly
Meeting you
But in public
Will vehemently
Deny, ever having
Known you…
They are at ease
Being your secret
Lovers…as long as
They can maintain
Their secrecy…and
Save their reputation
But they'll cower away
From public view, never
Wanting to be seen with you,
If it ever causes them defamation
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Who Has Been In Charge of the Press Releases?
As long as we keep them depicted,
As needy heathens...
This will provide all the incentive we need,
To maintain our delusions.
With the same marketing tactics.
And keeping those ignorant believing we are better.
Who has been in charge of the press releases?
I don't care who they voted for!
This 'liberal' atmosphere has gotten out of hand.
Before you know it...
Everyone will believe they are here to 'think'.
And we will lose our status of being a great people.
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One must change one's tactics every ten years if one wishes to maintain one's superiority.
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A Promise to Keep This Secret
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
Why would somebody have an elicit affair?
With a promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
And do it while sneaking around,
In the clear open air?
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A friend can be a friend to another,
Until the end.
But a friend can not be trusted,
When a cheating begins.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
And a friend can't be expected to defend a friend.
When that friend is also 'friend',
To those who swap and cheat on spouses...
Of,
Other friends!
Oh.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
When those swapping spouses sneak from houses,
Living just next door???
Keeping this a secret is a hard job.
When those swapping spouses sneak from houses...
Living just next door???
Keeping this discreet is just too hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.
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Meant to Be Included
Values and standards!
Are they goals to maintain.
A way of life,
Kept sustained to remain.
Or are they ideals out of reach.
Wth a hope that one day,
A practice accepted...
Will not be preached.
Values and standards!
When created,
What was the intention.
To reflect mindsets,
In public display of pretentions.
Or were diversed cultures,
Meant to be included in this 'plan'.
Since no worthy growth has been detected.
And fellowship and goodwill seems to have been arrested.
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Sadly Deceived
Today people are sadly deceived, by the issues men have conceived,
Believing theories construed by man, on issues they don’t understand.
Pointing to issues deep in the heart, playing upon fear right at the start,
Warning peoples of peril up ahead, filling hearts with fear and a dread.
Never do they look unto The Creator, Who is earth’s ultimate sustainer,
Not understanding all God ordained, through all ages will be sustained.
Giving God no thought or room, while painting scenarios of utter doom,
Denying The God of all of creation, as they lean on their on inclination.
They don’t understand who’s in control, of all the earth and every soul.
The theories these men fabricate, will not change this world or its fate.
The world created by a Flawless God, reigning above with an iron rod,
Where He laughs and scoffs at men; of the little that they comprehend.
They are big thinkers in their own eyes, but in God’s are far from wise,
Saying all life on earth shall end, because of global warming my friend.
A problem created on the earth by us, simple men created out of dust,
Cannot frustrate the Eternal Plan, of God Who created earth and man.
God doesn’t need man’s puny mind, to critique and change His design.
He needs to prepare for the day; earth is purged in God’s planned way,
By getting on God’s only plan, embracing not earth but the Son of Man.
If they choose never to believe, eternally they’ll remain sadly deceived.
No Mystery Is There
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
The ones who go through the motions...
Are not completely freed.
Doubts scatter about in their minds.
With images perceived.
Messages they get...
Are often discredited and thrown away.
And still they pray to be relieved...
Of miseries carried and/or adorned,
On their sleeves.
And a presence God selects,
To ensure to those faithful...
He is, indeed, near.
Those of conflicting hypocrisies,
Choose not to silence their lips.
Yet quick to close their ears.
No mystery is there,
When God pays a visit.
Prayers are answered...
For those devoted,
And with faith believe.
'Those can not be,
The messages for 'me' to receive.
They come across too intellectual.
And a feeling of suspicion...
Wishes inside of me for them to leave.'
~And you are more familiar with nonsense?
With an acceptance of that and deceit? ~
'No,
I'm not saying that at all.
If God were to contact me...
I would know it in His manner of 'speech'.
Which I 'perceive' is more down to Earth,
Than what I've heard falsely spoken to me.'
~So,
In other words...
You are a selective listener? ~
'I'm just saying...
I know the voice of God when I hear it.
And so far,
The only voices that I've heard,
Are from those folks who think they know me.
They don't know me to tell me what I should do! '
~So why do you pray? ~
'To get answers from God,
Of course.
What a stupid question! '
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An Interlude We Are Doing In The Sharing Of Our Perceptions
Name 'one' time,
I disagreed with your beliefs.
Name...
If you can,
That one time...
I went ahead with a disrespecting done,
Of what you said.
'Just last week,
You told me my faith was bogus.
And two weeks before that...
You told me I wasted time,
Trying to find comraderie amongst those,
Obviously hypocrites who deceived with their lies.
A month ago,
You said to me...'
Wait just one minute!
Name 'one' time,
I disagreed with your beliefs.
Name...
If you can,
That one time...
I went ahead with a disrespecting done,
Of what you said.
I said 'one' time!
You are just like the others.
Always trying to find fault.
And I am not like that at all.
I did NOT disagree with your beliefs.
You misunderstood my observations given...
As opinions.
And I merely made strong recommendations,
With suggestions you should take.
I am never one to be opinionated!
You see...
That's how people misinterpret,
Innocently exchanged communication.
'So what is it that we are sharing now? '
An interlude we are doing in the sharing of perceptions.
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Being Oneself At All Times
I've been protected by deceivers.
And they did not know it.
Since they attempted to convince others,
As to who they believed I was...
That doing allowed me to be free.
Free to be the me I am.
And those who had deceived,
Are the ones today being watched closely.
I call this my method of...
Being oneself at all times.
It never fails,
Whatever the perceptions.
Leaving those who are close,
Kept even closer.
People have a way,
Of expressing their beliefs.
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Nibbled and Leeched
Many more will make public announcements,
That their deceits kept discreet...
Are no longer secret.
And on decline.
They now find themselves unneeded.
And forced to leave these deceptions behind.
Shocked by their proclamations,
Followers of theirs start to whine.
Since the days for corruption and crime decreases.
Such loyal servitude has produced enough,
Of an effective requirement for the adequate loss of minds!
The ones who struggle to maintain their grip!
But slipping quick,
From this nibbled and leeched lifeline...
Taken for granted!
Leap.
And those of hateful speech,
Release into a fading screech!
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