Unless They Are In the Midst
Don't want to.
Don't have to.
And will not,
Tolerate further nonsense...
That should have long been dropped,
Removed and stopped as an issue.
There are those who can not exist,
Unless they are in the midst of conflict.
Either stirring it up or soliciting it...
As a means to promote their insecurities.
And I'm not having it!
Not around me!
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Dropped Like a Hot Potato
I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
I got tired of being unhappy.
And strapped with available nonsense,
On my back.
I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had the fear in me stopped.
Dropped like a hot potato.
Without one regret of being burned.
Or which emotion I dealt with it.
I was not going to allow it to sit.
And nourish on me as if a leech!
I've long asked God to deliver me from that.
I had been whipped into doubt and confusion.
No one had to tell me I was crazed.
I was in the affirmation stage.
I had the fear in me stopped.
And dropped like a hot potato.
And today...
Nothing gets dropped.
Since the fear in me stopped.
To let go of an experience,
That may be too precious to go wasted!
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Transfixed Upon Themselves
There is only one conversation,
Heard from the me-me-I-I types!
Generally regarding their needs,
And self devotion.
Hear them express with a seriousness...
What they don't have.
What they could have.
And 'who' kept them from getting it,
After granting them chances...
To perform those tasks.
Transfixed upon themselves they are.
As if they tolerate others to exist.
Just to listen to their nonsense...
And deliver.
Whatever it is that is wished!
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The State and Property are the great embodiments of possessiveness; it is for this reason that they are against life, and that they issue in war. Possession means taking or keeping some good thing which another is prevented from enjoying; creation means putting into the world a good thing which otherwise no one would be able to enjoy. Since the material goods of the world must be divided among the population, and since some men are by nature brigands, there must be defensive possession, which will be regulated, in a good community, by some principle of impersonal justice. But all this is only the preface to a good life or good political institutions, in which creation will altogether outweigh possession, and distributive justice will exist as an uninteresting matter of course. The supreme principle, both in politics and in private life, should be to promote all that is creative, and so to diminish the impulses and desires that center round possession.
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Found A Way To Stay Protected
I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And telling it like it is,
I discovered eliminated conflict...
To keep inside to confuse ideals.
And those lessons learned taught to me,
Were real and created my appetite...
To crave the need to keep my peace of mind,
Kept delicious.
And it is.
I've learned to strip away nonsense,
To get to the core of where my happiness...
Wanted to surface to breathe,
With a breath to freely exist.
And it has found a way to stay protected,
From close inspections wishing to monitor...
On a daily basis.
Let me share something with you.
And I am going to keep it basic and quite simple.
I could care less what you think.
Or how you arrived to express an opinion about me,
My activities or the size shoe I wear.
I have not crawled on my knees to appease your assessments.
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Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.
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I'm Taking You Off My Best Friends' List
I'm taking you off my best friends' list.
Yes,
I am.
If I have to put up with your nonsense,
And you don't have time for mine...
I get offended by it.
I don't care if you do have things in your life,
To prioritize.
Or that I might contact you,
At the most inappropriate times.
Or...
You just might like some time to be left alone.
Or...
That I've done the same thing to you,
And my activities you've condone.
So what!
I'm taking you off my best friends' list.
Yes,
I am.
If I have to put up with your nonsense,
And you don't have time for mine...
I get offended by it.
Especially when I have time to sit,
With a wasting of time!
And you have none for me that exist.
I've tolerated your selfishness!
How come this time,
You can not tolerate mine?
I'm taking you off my best friends' list.
Well...
I'm moving you to number 2!
And I could care less how you feel about it!
Hello?
HELLO? ?
I know you did not give me dial tone!
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Self Serving
Some people breathe to feed their insecurities.
And not face them head on.
But tolerate them...
As if to cover up arms,
By putting them through shirt sleeves.
And dress up these insecurities...
As if to adorn like ornaments!
To gain approval from others,
Who themselves believe...
This is as easy as discussing,
Their prescribed medications.
Or sermons preached!
To relieve and comfort after taking remedies...
For illnesses such as high cholesterol.
While all declare an abstinence,
From self serving small town gossip!
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Reality On Sunday Mass
the sunday sermon of
the priest on tv sometimes
becomes noise
to me but in reverence of
the church
i do not switch if off i
do not change the
channel
like the life we live
we tolerate
the religion of the angry
self-righteous and
always soliciting
church
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Accomodate Yourself
You are here to do what?
Accomodate me?
In the doing of what?
Doing my best to promote 'your' dreams.
The ones you say are prioritized,
But you procrastinate to do other things?
You're here to accomodate,
My ideas to sell your skills.
The ones you hesitate in soliciting yourself.
But believe I should 'kill' myself in the doing?
You are here to accomodate me?
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Can It Be Stopped
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can it be dropped.
Can it be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose.
Hoodwinkers out to dupe too!
And...
Can they be stooped.
Crooked people after loot,
Proving they can low stoop.
But...
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose,
Stooping low as they choose.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
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Deviant Ways
How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.
What is it about me you despise publicly,
In other's eyes?
Yet privately delight to sweat,
In my arms under 'my' sheets.
With a begging of me not to let you go?
And you wish others to believe this...
To keep me from them distanced?
You wish me your private 'piece'?
But discreetly you seek,
From ME loyalty?
For FREE?
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
Why should I tolerate that nonsense,
These days.
I am not your secret trash to used,
To scratch your rash.
So you can hit it and dash as you please.
Since you want to continue to give me 'shade' in public.
And expect me to keep silent about your 'kinkiness'.
There is going to be mutual dividends to this.
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am 'paid'!
A 'P' with lots of 'AID'!
If you are expecting me to protect,
Your deviant ways.
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Victimized By Their Own Thought Process
It is hard for them to confess...
That have digressed into a darkness.
It is difficult for them to perceive...
They have led themselves into a mess.
And they want to rant...
Exposing their insecurities.
They want to believe they make correct decisions.
Even though they cut their own throats...
To watch themselves bleed,
From their own fatal incisions.
It is hard for them to leave behind those myths.
The ones that provide them with an ego lift!
It is hard to see themselves less than great.
And approaching an insignificant wasted fate.
Victimized by their own thought process.
And visualizing themselves as best...
Has delivered much pain and unhappiness!
And this they wish to correct.
But those who know they have been the better...
To tolerate their nonsense,
Use their egos as weapons!
And treat their self victimization...
Like a feast that has been served by pests!
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Nuts' Are All Over The Place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
Some folks put up with others just to get along.
'Why can't we 'all' get along? '
Why?
'Cuz one bed will not accomodate all of us,
That's why!
Some like to pout and roll their eyes.
Gossip and backstab.
And they do it to family members AND close friends!
Can you imagine?
And where I live,
Close friends and family members kill themselves...
Over a slice of toast!
Or something else LESS 'urgent'!
Folks are 'nuts'.
Even the squirrels will have nothing to do with them.
And when squirrels are seen turning their backs away...
An investigation is needed.
With an immediate assignment given!
But...
To 'who'?
'Nuts' are all over the place!
I'm not going to tolerate anyone's nonsense!
#1...Because I don't have to!
#2...Because I choose not to!
And...
#3...BS and I are not related at all.
So I do not have to pretend there is a bond!
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Psychotic and Dysfunctional
Put me on your readers list,
If you wish.
And you will find your nonsense,
Not unique at all!
In fact...
Most of my writings deal with that...
As a main topic.
You should feel more relaxed now.
And all this time...
You believed you would not find a friend?
I knew you were psychotic and dysfunctional,
Long before you did.
I've removed my mask!
And you will notice that immediately!
Put me on your readers list,
If you wish.
And you will find your nonsense,
Not unique at all!
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Conditions of Programming
If you want to wear those shoes,
Put them on.
There is no agreement of purposes,
In the first place.
You will do as you wish.
And I know this!
If you want to declare you are right,
When wrong stares me in the face.
And you want me to believe,
What you perceive.
Do it!
There is no argument.
Whatever you choose to do from now on...
That is up to you.
Conditions of programming,
Have been accepted as they are!
You see things as you wish them to exist.
And I choose to refrain from becoming a conformist.
However...
Let's come to admit,
We are both in conflict...
With the current nonsense that is being dished!
And getting out of it provides neither one of us an exit!
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Defending The Nonexistence
I've never allowed myself to be in a position,
To refute or disprove anything questioned.
I don't kneel behind walls from which to peek.
And defending insecurities...
Taught me a lesson as a child.
Don't do it.
Why insist something does not exist,
By defending the nonexistence of it?
It makes no sense to persist in nonsense.
And eventually weakens a false integrity...
One keeps under wraps and ego feeds.
Or tries by disguising in masquerade,
Something kept left to be discreet.
I've learned...
An awakening can not prevent,
The seeing through to the truth of things.
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Now Here So Vivid
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
How vivid are the actions,
On others performed.
To take what they thieve...
And upon themselves adorn.
Enriching with an enhancement,
From the day they were born.
Here so vivid,
Are atrocities.
So atrocious in implementation...
An acceptance of it,
To gather lives to ruin...
As if in a playing of monopoly.
And the game inflicted does not go away.
It stays and commands to become obeyed.
With restrictions that exist,
Using religious beliefs...
As a means to control,
In the spreading of a wickedness...
To maim and defeat,
Those depicted as enemies.
Here so vivid,
Is the experience of life given.
So vivid too are those disparities.
To allow others,
The giving of an invitation...
To come and do,
Then to go as they please.
Using deception to promote misdeeds.
To witness those doing this...
Eventually,
Unravel from their own intricate...
Strategic complexities.
Now here so vivid,
Are those so unwise.
So vivid with a clarity...
Are those removed from their disguises.
To become recognized and themselves despised.
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Some respected and beloved brethren insist that the forming and organising of churches is, according to God's will, the only means of finding blessing in the midst of that confusion which is acknowledged to exist.
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Dance With The Wind
I'm doing the best I can,
Trying to remember I should forgive you.
Doing what I can,
To issue you 'another' benefit of doubt.
I am pursuing to rest my bitterness...
And let peace between us exist.
But there is one thing wrong.
And I tell myself we 'should' get along.
But deep in my heart,
Where my feelings play a part?
They have a problem pretending,
Forgiving you will bring them to bliss!
When you are not around...
There is a joy and happiness!
They would rather be left alone...
Disliking you!
And 'that' is the conflict I am having too!
I can say the words...
But being dishonest like you,
Isn't what I find like you I can do.
And trying it is not even on my mind!
Teardrops have long dried from my eyes!
And pretending I am glad to see you...?
I am not good at playing charades,
Dressing up for masquerades...
Or putting on smiles to disguise!
But I would love to see you,
Dance with the wind...
Over there!
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It Ain't None of My Business?
It 'ain't' none of my business?
Wrong!
If I'm qualified for you to dump,
Issue upon issue on me.
Bring up what you call 'facts'...
That I am not there for you,
When you need me?
You say I am not sensitive enough,
To understand your 'pain'.
And I am not man enough...
Because I have one job and not two?
To take care of your wants and needs?
While you go behind my back,
And screw a dude or 'whatever' you do?
And I'm suppose to please you...
So your friends can understand,
How good of a man I am?
If I am good enough to tolerate your nonsense,
Day and night...
At times jeopardizing my peace?
Trying to do things right!
Guess what?
EVERYTHING you do 'is' my business!
And then you want to call the police on me...
Because YOU have driven me to the brink!
And your version of reality,
Is the only version they hear and choose to see?
Guess what?
EVERYTHING you do 'is' my business!
And as long as I feel it is?
It will be!
Now I want you to tell everybody I said that.
And when they begin to start paying a bill in this house...
Listening to you complain about this and that,
And witness me put up with your daily crap?
Trust me...
They will help me validate without hesitation,
You are not nearly half of the mate you should be!
Not for me!
EVERYTHING you do is my business.
If I say that it is!
Including who you sleep with...
In our bed that is neither hers or his.
Can you hear what I said?
EVERYTHING you do is my business!
Including who you sleep with...
In our bed!
It 'ain't' none of my business?
I can't believe that's what you said!
Wrong!
EVERYTHING you do is my business.
You certainly ought to be grateful...
One of us is not dead!
You have no idea how much of your business,
Is not even yours.
People know what is going on,
As if we live behind glass walls...
And have no curtains or doors!
The neighbors even believe...
I should leave you to feed my own needs.
That's the conversations they are having!
While you are here on your knees,
Pleasing 'whoever'...
When you should be praying,
That I haven't lost my sanity!
It 'ain't' none of my business?
You have proven yourself to be pointless,
Mindless 'and' common 'senseless'!
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