Unified Pursuits
Now that many are awakening,
To see how reality connects and works.
They are wishing to contact those dismissed,
For not being this or that.
And being considered in that past,
As those without identity with a calling them jerks.
And their activities had no connection,
To those living in distressed communities!
Or not being 'real' when efforts they made,
Were ignorantly in need of attack as then perceived.
Times have a way of changing all that!
Now that eyes have been opened wide,
Those caught up in their 'new' discovered truths...
Are curious why those dismissed,
Have no interest in participating in their 'unified' pursuits.
Or retracing...
Those dismissed steps,
They have long ago left!
With a 'Best Wishes' on their peaceful breaths.
And showing not a sign or a hint of regret.
In fact, there is a happiness revealed they reflect.
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If Someone 'Is' Dismissed
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits and fidgets...
Wishing their presence is missed.
Too many perceive they have the power to do this.
As if the one that has been dismissed,
Sits making adjustments...
In a chair doing nothing,
But looking at thumbs as a twisting of them is done.
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits with wishes to be enlisted...
Into a clique of forget-me-nots full of 'wannabees'.
And usually they are the ones issuing approvals,
To those fearing rejection.
Too many perceive they have the power to do this.
As if the one that has been dismissed,
Sits making adjustments...
In a chair doing nothing,
But looking at thumbs as a twisting of them is done.
Do not believe for one second,
One dismissed sits and fidgets...
Wishing their presence is missed.
How foolish would this be...
If someone sat seeking for an authority,
To approve the choosing of what they do...
And 'who' they should do it with.
If someone 'is' dismissed,
They should be glad of it.
Since there has been a lifting from them,
Any kind of restrictions.
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Changing Dimensions Seen
Changing dimensions seen.
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
People sharing with a caring.
Changing dimensions seen.
And racists are considered sick.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed and quick!
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
That peace resisted over-rules,
And those who cling to hate are fools.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
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Truths Dismissed
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Chasing impossibilities,
Are those in grief with disbelief...
Each moment existing,
Had approval as they witnessed...
The unfolding of reality.
And it is the reality many wish to change.
Many can not accept,
Expressions of indifference...
Delivers consequences.
No matter what is claimed.
That which is observed,
And passes an acceptance by silent lips...
Is not going to suddenly vanish,
Because some find a tolerance...
Over a time that has allowed its growth,
People then indifferent...
Now whine it upsets and makes them sick.
Chasing impossibilities.
Like a change to redo,
And replace yesterdays' activities.
Has come to be embraced,
By those retrieving memories...
With hopes to see them,
'Specifically' retraced...
To have the times from them now lived,
Erased!
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
Goodluck to those now awakening,
To truths dismissed.
And finding themselves upset by this.
Wanting answers to questions...
And more time to reminisce,
Those times gone never again for them to exist.
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Something Dismissed Should Be Retrieved
Those wants and wishes have materialized,
Right before their eyes.
And that which has been stated not wished,
Appears with no disguise.
And arguments heard occur to travel...
Faster than a speeding bullet,
Shot from an opened mouth.
With a twisting of facts...
From there to an ear for all to hear.
Whispered behind most backs.
What consciousness is this?
When complaints like this exist.
Those wants and wishes have materialized.
Why is it they now resist.
Something dismissed should be retrieved.
Yet what has been dismissed,
Has allowed those wants and wishes...
To appear!
But not wanted.
And now claimed...
Not wished.
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Histrionics
Histrionics...
Considered theatrical and deliberate.
May seem that way,
To those unaccustomed to emotions shown...
By those depicted overacting with flare.
Although a reality spoken is dismissed,
Yet declared...
Too real for some to deal with.
And too much for them to hear.
Especially when it has been made clear,
They have no idea of the connection!
Or if there is an expectation for them to feel,
And give feedback.
Should they applaud?
Or clap in approval?
Or what is it one should do...
Beside stare wide eyed?
Inspired By:
Maurice D. Robertson
Hartford, Connecticut
'Thank you, Maurice.'
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Dismissed
V1:How many times have tried to pull one over on me?
Always mess with me and try to get the best of me. Lookin'
back, all the pain that you put me through. (Why would I fall
for a fool like you?) Now ya talkin' like I never played the game before.
Save ya empty words 'cause I don't wanna hear nomore. Basically you're
trying to take control of me, but you're not what I wanna be.
PC1:I know everything about you. Yesterday has come and gone. I am
better off without you. No lookin' back, I'm movin' on!
Chorus:Never steal the song of my lips. I'll never bow down to give you a kiss, no.
Never steal my innocence. You've been dismissed. (You've been dismissed.)
Do ya best to try and put me down. I'm never goin' back even if I see you around, no.
No, I'm never goin' down like this. You've been dismissed. (You've been dismissed)
V2:Let me break it down one more time. I know you're never gonna change my mind.
That was then, this is now, things are different, no. You're not what I'm livin' for.
PC2:I know everything about you. It's funny how the tables turned. I am better off without
you. Now you're the one who's getting burned!
Chorus 1X
On a falling star you got to where you are, and you think you got the right to own my heart,
but my affection doesn't lie in your direction. You wanna hold me with a lock and key. Cover
my eyes so I cannot see. But in the end we all know who wins. You are over! Over!(Never steal,
never steal, never steal)........ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh....ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Chorus 3X.
You've been dismissed.
Good-bye.
Arisi Delchi.
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How Do I Touch You?
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How can I say I comprehend,
And understand your thoughts.
If you are expecting empathy!
And I wish to share,
Something I've been taught.
How do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
We are more alike than not, you know?
So much alike,
I want that to show!
But 'how'...
Do I touch you?
And 'where'...
If I wish.
How do I do this?
To have you know,
Your feelings have not been dismissed.
How do I do this?
And avoid conflict!
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Delivered As A Gift
Overcoming self defeat,
Is delivered as a gift to them.
The joy in their eyes is magnified.
And an escape from traps has been witnessed.
A process that manifests happiness is shown.
Freedom given with a peace of mind has been discovered.
Superficiality becomes obvious and is dismissed.
Just like those who carry burdens wishing to share.
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Where Are the Myths
And when they awakened,
From a deep sleep...
No one could convince,
It was reality creeping in!
No one could convince them,
It was of their creation.
A tasteless blend...
No one offered to recommend.
It was fed right in their sight.
How could this be?
This unsettling vision that frights!
Stark and bare without a hint of spice.
For decades it was there!
It was as clear as the blight ignored!
Even though this appeared to them everywhere.
Many prayed these 'sightings' would go away.
It was too painfully portrayed.
Sugarless and embittered seethings...
Preyed upon their doorsteps!
But it was indeed 'reality' they dismissed.
And it wasn't going anywhere!
It was there glaring.
And they insisted...
They had no idea it existed!
Where are the myths they knew?
Who chased them to drift...
With a shallowness dismissed.
Where are the myths they once pursued?
And who has delivered this?
To leave for the unbelieving...
As a tormenting joke!
Left to traumatize and cripple as it sits!
Where are the myths...
To protect a comfort,
Many knew for them would be sorely missed!
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That Strength to Fight For Others Rights
Something inside me has gone.
When someone misuses my friendship.
To believe my integrity can be dismissed.
Something inside me has gone.
Something inside me has gone.
When a respect I have for others,
Isn't given back to me.
Something inside me has gone.
Something inside me has gone.
When I opened my idealisitic eyes to see,
A reality that discourages and supresses identities.
And I come into contact with people,
Afraid to say exactly what in their hearts...
They truly believe.
Something inside me has gone.
That strength to fight for others rights,
Inside me...
Is not,
As strong.
Something that was there and felt...
Now has left.
And it feels wrong!
Something I once cherished,
Now does not quite belong.
Something there so naturally...
From me to give has gone.
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The one kiss
The one kiss
I ought to have dismissed
Is haunting me like an unsettled ghost
I felt a lingering sweetness in its taste
Enriched with sensuality and ripeness
I just refused to let it go to waste
The temptation to sample
The kiss of the forbidden apple
was there, out in open air
A kiss is not just a kiss
With my heart the kiss unlocked a door
I never knew was there before
Now I long for more and more
Wishing for everything to be like before
Presently my mind wanders without rest
Time has passed,
My mind still wanders without rest
To forget, I try to do my best
My eyes which were once closed
Are now wide open
Searching, seeking, trying so hard to spot
The one kiss
I ought to have dismissed
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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Refusing Then To Listen
There were those selected and chosen,
To represent their causes.
With a reflecting of their priorities,
And interests kept protected.
There were those denied,
And deemed not qualified.
Although they produced credentials,
To prove their experiences were essential.
Today those denied,
And deemed yesterday not qualified...
Are discovered to have experiences,
That should have never been dismissed.
But time does not allow to have those yesterdays,
Replaced with a catching up to date.
And,
What could have been of benefit and useful to them,
Those refusing then to listen...
Would have been paths freed of debris with clarity.
But a patience gone from those dismissed...
Has been distanced from the ones,
Caught up in lives lived in chaos and conflicts.
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Dismissed With Secrets
They did come.
And in time,
Chased away by slander.
Bearing food coupons,
And other certificates...
To shower them with gifts.
It was decided amongst the people,
They did not have an accepted presence.
So they were treated rudely and dismissed.
Carrying maps where treasures were located,
Those berated left...
Because they were not dressed to impress.
The others who wore suits and ties.
And in 'After 6' attire...
Continued on in their façades,
In unspoken wishes...
There was a feast to feed,
Where empty place settings sat.
At least crumbs to lick on vacant dishes.
Even though they looked the part,
Hunger and desire to eat...
Did not treat them to satiate one bit of that!
And many among them chose to dine on pretentions.
Daring not to mention,
A nourishment missing...
Would increase an added spice to their lives!
And those dismissed with secrets,
Were not the ones bowing their heads in shame!
Those dismissed with secrets,
Offered their services to those receptive.
The ones who left behind,
Their days of playing psychological games.
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Exhibitions of Genocide
This planet has not condoned or dismissed...
Exhibitions of genocide.
Remissed by those who participate in it!
For purposes of gentrification...
To relocate,
The ones in need who are left broken and shakened.
This planet has not condoned or dismissed...
These acts of selfishness,
With the ease that 'had' existed.
And those who have done this,
Will soon find themselves despised.
Not only by their own kind,
In time.
But also from the watchful eyes of God.
Who has begun to turn the tide.
With the destruction of values!
As witnessed by the influx,
Of those left with crazed minds!
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Pots and Dishes
I kept sending my best wishes.
But some dismissed...
As bits of riff.
Not as thoughts with a purpose to gift!
Then I sat with chores on my mind...
Most ignored,
By a lack of my time.
Which ones could I use
Someone to assist me with?
The pots and dishes are needing my attention!
And with Best wishes sent...
These activities needed to be done,
I had yet to mention...
Until now!
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I'd Like My Pockets To Be As Full
My days and nights,
And appetite to live my life right...
Is a quest sometimes,
That leaves me unrested.
I wish to share and seek happiness.
Not to reminisce those obstacles I've dismissed.
So many today seem dismayed.
Stuck in ruts they replay everyday.
And offering nothing but despair to express.
I understand those difficulties...
Especially the ones that come to test!
But I've discovered it was best for me,
To see my cup half filled.
I've discovered it was best for me,
Not to dramatize my ills.
Or over burden others with them,
In an overkill.
Today we all can say,
We've made mistakes and had heartbreaks.
Today we all can come to agree...
We are disappointed with 'something'
Connected to the economy!
I'd like my pockets to be as full,
As that cup I imagine filled with gold.
And I pull it.
Glad to drag it behind me!
My days and nights,
And appetite to live my life right...
Is a quest sometimes,
That leaves me unrested.
I wish to share and seek happiness.
Not to reminisce those obstacles I've dismissed.
Or bore anyone with the repetition of it!
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Declaration of Independence
Reflect the right to be who you are...
With a declaration of independence,
Defended under the eyes of God!
Achieve your greatness.
Share and bring it out of others.
Expect it from yourself,
And everyone will respect you.
This is the process much neglected.
Unmask your heart from dreams sheltered!
Stand up and welcome them.
They did not appear in your mind...
Just to rest unrealized,
Criticized and left ignored.
And betrayed by dismissed wishes.
They need you to make them come true.
Make them flourish!
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Nothing We Say Or Do Goes Unheard
Pray to ask for clarity to come.
Be thankful in your doing of this,
Since nothing that we say or do...
Goes unheard to be dismissed.
Humanity is not an accident,
That has occurred upon this planet Earth.
With a purpose that has meaning...
We are here to accomplish tasks.
Some have not asked to define,
The taste of their assigned flavors.
And often have found that following,
The scent of what has been presented...
Has resulted in their resentment.
Pray to ask for clarity to come.
Be thankful in your doing of this,
Since nothing that we say or do...
Goes unheard to be dismissed.
And ignoring the seriousness of a mission,
Increases the self infliction of conflict.
Pray...
And all will be revealed.
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Go Kiss Bricks
There are people at the door,
Complaining with claims...
You have no reason to ignore them.
Or their efforts to make gains.
'Are they the same people at the door,
Who in the past ignored my interest...
To assist with their efforts,
Long before? '
I'm not sure.
But I 'think' they heard you.
'Why do you say that? '
They left with a taking of a few steps back.
Your character I believe they came to attack.
And then you mentioned activities,
They remembered to be facts.
And with embarrassed looks,
They disappeared and fast.
'Did you recognize anyone? '
You know how quickly people change their masks.
One day they will say they are on your side.
And the next day wont speak as if you should ask.
'Ask what? '
To go kiss bricks before they pass.
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Seated Within Barriers
Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
To realize it had a better use...
Than to sit enclosed
And left not to expose itself,
To receive, perceive and deliver?
Limited to conditions,
I was not.
Disciplined with responsibility...
Came from my parents,
Who initiated my awakening.
And on many levels.
I felt restricted by depictions...
Of where I should be,
By those who were 'degreed'
To regurgitate philosophies,
That did not reflect...
A life in the projects.
I quite loved and accepted.
Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
From teachers who attempted,
To keep me seated within barriers.
The ones selected to keep me subservient,
And self rejecting!
Somehow those lessons of limitation,
Activated my dreams!
The moment I discovered,
I desired to rush to be with those I loved...
While others were rushing to impress,
With the best of their redundancy!
I was being instructed to open my eyes.
Listen with my ears.
And observe the steps...
Of those who feared to adventure their own destinies.
I was 'trained' to watch them.
Learn to enjoy the taste of bitterness.
Forgive but not condone ignorance...
Whether mine or some outside affliction,
Meant to keep my life deluded!
Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
Learning how to fly high from my nest.
Before any sign of wings came to sprout.
I was taught to figure it out.
My mind began an inside flight.
My insights did not need wings to fly.
And as long as no one provided boundaries,
They could not show and I refused to see...
The training of my brain,
Became my property!
Since I was too stubborn to confess,
A conformity I can reflect.
But the testing of it suits me best.
I am not restricted to shallow acceptances.
An observation that is obvious...
Does not confine me to take note!
Or attract what I need to feed me,
To sustain the light that is on 'my' path!
Limited to conditions,
I was not.
Disciplined with responsibility...
Came from my parents,
Who initiated my awakening.
And on many levels.
They had 'ways' to capture my attention.
And I developed a way to obey.
I wanted my journey to soar.
Knowing that obstacles faced...
Delayed but did not erase to replace,
My own separate wishes...
To become free and dismissed from fear!
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