Verbatim
With all of their 'knowledge'
And quick access to 'facts'.
Very few express wisdom.
With a common sense attached.
They can quote verbatim,
From anything.
And make one think,
Others lives are insignificant.
They will tell anyone they have graduated,
From three colleges and have five degrees.
And how they had job offers...
To teach at prestigious academies!
And I'm listening to this and wondering,
With their skills 'why' aren't they displayed?
There are more fools with noses in books today...
And those who brag about what they've got!
Some may have an understanding of humanity!
But most who are knowledgeable...
Have to be shown how to connect obvious dots!
Observing the results,
Of what has been accomplished.
I ask myself 'why' am I so astonished?
Why are my expectations so high,
For these imbeciles!
They're not wasting away my retirement funds!
'Cause I 'Ain't got none.
'That's right I said ain't!
Now turn around and mind your business...
And finish that comic book! '
Schools fill these minds with garbage,
To fulfill senseless needs of a failed society!
And building upon ignorance...
Provides the evidence!
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Social Bankruptcy
As a result of their convictions,
With a desire to obtain a social status.
One they grabbed at when that opportunity arrived!
Some have earned those sought titles.
To have lives prioritized with a guarantee...
They have what it takes.
And have 'made it' in 'this' society!
But...
What is it have they really achieved?
Sacrificing their skills and knowledge,
To improve humanity?
I'm sure 'somewhere' under the barrage of bad news,
Those images are highlighted,
To provide moralistic inspiration viewed and as seen.
What is it have they really achieved?
Honestly...
Let's share!
An ability to say,
They have a good credit rating...
That promises to stay that way?
To keep their nouveau riche noses,
Stuck high in polluted air?
What is it have they really achieved?
A reflection of a greed,
That suppresses those in need.
And choosing to bask in attitudes,
As superficial representatives...
Doing what those with a false sense of self do?
And...
What they have accomplished does succeeds.
From their point of view.
Although,
What is reflected...
Is their connection,
To a widespread and unprecedented failure...
Unconsciously digested.
What is it have they really accomplished?
When so many with degrees have been qualified...
To do,
What?
Prove a gluttony that leaves all to bleed?
What is it have they really accomplished?
A greater sense of ignorance that sits on the edge,
Of a once caring humanity that has become magnetizied...
To social bankruptcy.
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Common Sense Is Missing
Common Sense?
If it is so common,
Why is it so rarely displayed?
People who succeed academically...
Sometimes find it hard to mix
With those who are suppose to lack
A worldly knowledge and quick wit!
Those who spend their lives in books...
May have minds of intelligence,
But few know how to cook!
Or know how to hold a conversation...
Without returning an 'all knowing' look!
With a raised eyebrow...
And a half smile crooked!
And common sense is missing.
That is realized before a word is said!
There is something about spontaneity...
Many find difficult to express from their heads!
Or able to exchange...
When brains are prepared to regurgitate,
Details obtained about 'historical' ancient remains!
And common sense...
If there's any left,
Is not expected to come from the lips
Of minds so far removed, dull and shamefully inept!
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Galore Of Disparity
Plenty in poverty
Poverty in plenty
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Palace like houses on one side
Slums on the other side
Limousines on one side
Hand pulled ricks on the other side
Sky scrappers on one side
Huts of mud on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Medinovas and Apollos on one side
Phcs sans Doctors and medicines on the other side
PGs and Phds. on one side
Thumb impressions on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Bharath made PSLV-CI carrying overhead
Launching IRS-ID on one side
Scavengercarrying overhead
Human excreta on the otherside
Schools and colleges with high-tech
Libs and Labs on the one side
Schools and colleges sans roofs
Teachers and taught, benches and desks on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Galore of disparity
Dividing humanity
Perpetuating adversity
Hampering prosperity
Breeding inequality.
Let's
Bridge the gap through fraternity
Thro' sacrifices and sincerity
Forget poverty and live in prosperity
Ensure equality and improve lif's quality!
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To Keep Up With the Times
It does not mean because I express an ignorance...
It is not fresh.
I pride myself on expressing the freshest of ignorance,
I can deliver!
And make it available.
I do not want to disappoint anyone with claims,
That I am not doing my best,
To keep up with the times.
And 'that' seems to be the main attraction.
With a marketing campaign to legalize it as a sport!
And if it is ignorance that is collectively expressed...
Why would I want to be left behind and isolated,
With a mind that seeks to express an intelligence?
I can always pretend to have that.
Just like everyone else does.
With or without common sense!
And today...
Ignorance with diversity,
Is readily accepted!
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Dense, Shallow and Dim
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
They are taught to shake hands,
With poise as they stand.
And give sincere eye contact...
With the best of spoken English,
That identifies an ability
They have been groomed to regurgitate...
With assumed and unresearched facts.
They are challenged to do their best...
For purposes to produce for them big fat checks!
They are encouraged to socialize...
For an increase of status,
And a marketable name recognition that's prized!
But no one wants to criticize...
Their lack of common sense!
They seem not able to find it in books.
And for them a quality of life,
Grows more dense, shallow and dim!
For them who concentrate more on looks.
These are the future leaders now groomed...
By those with set values too long observed.
Those who prefer to sit and predict doom!
And not daring to teach or stretch these minds,
Beyond the 'hand-me-down' standards
Taught and confined,
In antiquated classrooms!
Leaving them with little...
Or nothing to use to successfully compete.
As they constantly compared themselves,
To people living in hunger...
Sympathized on TV,
Or ignored as they snob them on urban streets!
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
But they are not the ones to lead,
With a wholesomeness needed to succeed!
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It Is Best To Be Prepared
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
Would you trust one known to gossip...
With a secret,
You wished not have publicly exist?
Think about it!
Would you rely on someone,
Who has never committed to anything done?
But sit,
To give unsolicited opinions...
As if,
They have knowledge or wisdom you had not witnessed.
When someone like this gives you advice...
Don't be disrespectful by not listening.
Since you never know what is being said...
Will make you think about it more than twice.
Remember...
If you can tolerate BS?
Anything is possible.
Even a confession of ignorance.
I've done it!
And it is refreshing to become 'humblized'!
A process called 'growth' begins.
Just because a mouth is constantly open...
Doesn't mean expectations should be raised,
That anything worthwhile comes out of it.
But then again...
Never lower 'your' expectations,
That something coming out of a mouth like this...
Has not been visited by a thought process.
Connecting one day to make sense!
And you were blessed to have been made a gift of it!
The eyes and ears take over,
When the mouth is closed.
With observation and listening enhanced.
It is best to be prepared...
Anytime, any place, from anyone and anywhere!
Even birds don't fly seeking just a tree to land on.
Nor does wisdom exclusively come from those considered wise!
And 'that' took me a long time to realize,
My depth of comprehension...
Kept adding unto my understanding.
And at times my patience and tolerance I question.
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I have no problems with private schools. I graduated from one and so did my mother. Private schools are useful and we often use public funds to pay for their infrastructures and other common needs.
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Coherently Insignificant
One's formal education financed,
Through payment of installments...
With an assistance one may get,
From various outside grants to chase.
Isn't the same kind of knowledge,
That one obtains to achieve wisdom.
And it is obvious those paying to be taught...
Have a lot of common sense lessons missed.
Leaving many not to express it at all,
As a benefit.
Not as a human dividend to uplift quality.
But a buyer's remorse is reflected,
Everywhere it can be seen.
There is an absence of any formal education,
Effectively displayed as a training vehical.
Where is it?
Isolated to use as a feeding tool?
For who to advance what to what levels?
As if that needs a microscope.
It doesn't!
And if there is evidence of it...
Shouldn't it be readily seen,
As the best investment one can make?
In panoramic scenes?
But...
Why is the proof of it kept hidden to flaunt openly,
As one's prized treasure to use on a constant basis?
Is it 'that' coherently insignifant and fragrantly incompetent,
That no one who has been accepted and conditioned...
Can tell with a clarity what their mission is.
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Prayer For Money Management
• Bless me with wisdom, knowledge, and understanding on how to
spend and manage my money, in the name of Jesus.
• Enrich me forever and bless me, my Lord God, in the name of
Jesus.
• Give me the knowledge to know where my money is going, in the
name of Jesus.
• Grant me the power and a sound mind to save money accordingly,
in the name of Jesus.
• Grant me the wisdom to make profit. Grant me the grace and ability
to make good investments, in the name of Jesus.
• My Father and my God, You love a cheerful giver; make me one, in
the name of Jesus.
• Grant me that grace and knowledge to make a budget plan, in the
name of Jesus.
• Grant me the grace to set money aside for my children’s education,
in the name of Jesus.
• Make me a wise spender by cutting down on my expenses. Remind
me that I do not need everything, in the name of Jesus.
• Teach me how to plan ahead of time, and give me the grace to buy
sensibly, in the name of Jesus.
• Give me the grace to set funds aside for emergencies, in the name of
Jesus.
• Make me reduce my wants, O Lord, and help me spend money on
things of God, in the name of Jesus.
106 ENOCH O. AKANJI
• Bless me with wisdom to set money aside for retirement, in the name
of Jesus.
• Make a way for me out of no way and cause me not to lack any good
thing, in the name of Jesus.
• Enable me to make a long-term investment, in the name of Jesus.
• Above all, bless me to be financially independent as soon as possible,
in the name of Jesus.
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With A Doing Of It Enchantingly
Measuring one's intelligence,
By the kind of schools they have attended.
And the number of prestigious degrees possessed,
Should reflect upon a society progessively moving forward.
With a respect all accept as being beneficially innovative.
But it seems as though many only work diligently,
To obtain their degrees with a validation to approve...
An ability they can and will successfully,
Promote their obsession with a greed to feed.
Since it is perceived only losers refuse this to do.
And one's attempt to do good things for humanity,
Is often misjudged as conceit by those confused/
Since everyone who has sacrificed their effort and time,
Knows that the nourishing on accolades without rest...
Or a peace of mind to find one gets,
Is as much a thrilling experience as the fetching of tossed insults.
Especially when to them no appreciation is expressed,
With or without respect upon giving of themselves their best.
While others have interests shown only in their flaunting.
And this may get them nominated as exceptional citizens,
Of superior qualities with the doing of nothing but flaunting.
But with a doing of it enchantingly.
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Mentally Sick
When imbeciles are encouraged,
They take pride in the mounting of ignorance.
Listening to others is a joke to them.
They have ridiculous actions figured out!
Planning escapades with supporters...
They find a way to make common sense
A challenge to keep afloat!
For those who have long divorced themselves
From nonsense!
Even though they vote...
To discover themselves choking,
On ethnic jokes provoked!
Watching folks accept being duped and doped!
And it is the burden of those with senses left,
To find fresh creative ways to explain
'How' they could allow such bullshit to exist...
To sustain and maintain.
As they become more addicted
To pretending they too...
Aren't mentally sick!
Although they follow fools
Whether poor or rich,
Out of habit!
Showing signs they are clearly insane,
With their empathetic static!
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Words
Unutterable words have been spoken by the man in front of me,
Fools sway, in institutions and in parks, with drink and joy.
Words are hastened in speech, in writing by the professions,
As professors teach new skills only to move onwards in life.
To keep skills requires luck and charm for words are great
When attached with meaning, the same education to succeed.
Words carry a blessing on a path we fix in our heads and minds,
Books are written, volumes are printed, for the health of the nation.
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Panicked If a Pill Popping Is Missed
There will always be those,
Who say they believe in God.
And quote verbatim...
Memorized Biblical scriptures.
And proud of themselves,
That they can do this.
As they frown upon those sinners picked.
The ones they find to pass their judgements.
And first they are to question 'Why'?
God selects them to be tested!
Pill poppers...
Yes.
These people seeking peaceful sleep.
But their minds at night,
Are left unrested.
No peace of mind comes for them to keep.
Although they protest the lives lived by others...
Aren't lived according to God's wishes and beliefs.
And yet,
Those who manage to live their lives,
Thankful to express...
God keeps them blessed!
Have no problems getting to sleep.
Sometimes to rise before dawn.
And feeling quite rested.
But also they find they are too busy...
To have time to moralize!
Or find they need to refill prescriptions.
To become panicked,
If a pill popping is missed.
As a qualified doctor prescribes!
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No Dots Do They Connect
Why is it,
That the very same people...
Who are today wondering,
With the asking of 'what's going on'...
Are the very same people,
Who yesterdays gone...
Refused to accept to hear,
A negativity expressed to them...
In their ears.
And those chosing to speak the truth,
Now and also then...
Are the ones today,
And those yesterdays gone...
Not only appear clearly to be happy people,
But also are very protective...
Of their peace of mind.
And those still left wondering why...
What's going on in the way it is today,
Have no idea what to say...
About themselves or their lives,
Or reasons to give as to 'why'...
Or how they feel that way.
No dots do they connect.
Or...
Can read between the lines without spaces,
Traced.
Or...
Colorized with crayon,
Etched to separate what has taken place!
Since this activity is missing smiling faces.
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Dribbling Balls Being Playfully Tossed
For decades they've kept the same charade.
To stand on urban corners...
Idled to brag,
About children abandoned they fathered.
Some even spent jail time sharing cells with sons.
Not having a clue what this has done.
And everyone of them meet and greet everyday.
Wasting time and their lives away.
They wish to unify this ignorance.
With games of sports played...
As their babies mamas,
Look on from behind fences.
With beliefs this connects,
To benefit a long lasting wisdom in retrospect.
Yet a maturity from their minds,
Has been dissected!
And a respect for progress,
Is left rejected.
For decades they've kept the same charade.
To stand on urban corners...
Idled to brag,
About children abandoned they fathered.
And a society that has condoned this,
Does not seem to bother to comprehend...
The feeding of these cycles,
Weaken and demean.
Once this investment has been deposited...
The return is mediocrity.
And mediocrity neither glitters brightly.
Nor does it sparkle with a sheen.
Especially when motivation...
Has been demoted and freed of expectations!
Cheered on by those mesmerized...
By the sweat inducing effects,
Of dribbling balls being playfully tossed!
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Combustible
Ready and prepared to react,
While diminishing reason to listen...
Presents its own consequences.
And those conditions moving further away,
From common sense.
Those on campaigns to spread negativity...
With hopes to gain and win,
Over some nonsense that had started with them.
Will discover at the end,
No peace of mind comes at all.
With choices made...
Determining to forcifully begin.
They may have solicited advocates for their cause...
But minds quick to form judgements
Are the ones to become sickened,
By participating in any of it!
To produce for another a public fall!
Ready and prepared to react,
While diminishing reason to listen?
One should sit and give this thought.
Time alone can heal all wounds.
But those feelings surfacing to bring harm upon others...
Will delay an affect,
On a mind never again to know the meaning of rest!
And there should be enough evidence around,
In abundance
For anyone to observe.
Inflicting needless pain upon others...
No one lives to deserve!
No one should be served,
Blatant disrespect!
But like all things today?
Words can are spoken...
To be used as jokes
To leave provoke brokenness.
Few are heard,
With a meaning one chooses to hear!
People seem transfixed to bring others,
To their knees in tears!
Fools feeding on a high octane of ignorance.
Combustible!
To then expect,
Rushes to flush them with forgiveness!
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Fighting For Their Rights To Be Fools
There is nothing like conditional repetition.
In the doing of something that will never work.
And defying the advice given,
By those who are professional and certified as experts.
A conspiracy is generated to consciously impede.
To ensure something effective does not succeed.
But an intentional application of implemented ignorance...
Says much about a mindset,
Wishing to influence by the lack of experience.
Or pretense of common sense.
There is nothing like conditional repetition.
In the doing of something that will never work.
And defying the advice given,
By those who are professional and certified as experts.
And those who suffer aren't the ones chosen to do so!
They've already identified and decided those who are the jerks.
When it becomes obvious lives are threatened,
By those incompetent and rise in position to rule.
The evidence of this speaks for itself.
The ones protesting with the loudest of voices...
Prove themselves on a daily basis,
Who are the ones truly victimized.
And who are those fighting for their rights to be fools.
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Live your life and let others do theirs
For you to
Conform to what is said in the title
You need to understand
The following
Though you own a house
You are not that house
Though you own a car
You are not that car
Thus, though you own your body
You are not that body
You are not that anything
Which has a relation with your body
So, you are not a father or mother
You are not a son or daughter
You are not a brother or sister
You are not a man or woman
You are not a professional or otherwise
You are just a soul
Occupying a body and controlling it
The second important understanding is
That you are not doing anything
Your eyes have seen, you have not
Your ears have heard, you have not
Your intelligence has understood, you have not
Since you are not your eyes, ears or intelligence
Or anything that a relation with your sense organs
You have not done anything
Anything done by your body
Of which you are the soul
Is nothing but the response
Of your sense organs
To the their respective stimuli
Third understanding you need to have is
That the soul in your body is
A part of a super soul
Whom, you may call as God
And He is aware of and witnessing
Everything happening around you
And elsewhere
What you need to do
With this understanding
Direct your body
To selflessly and non-emotionally perform
Those duties
Which have been assigned
Naturally and
Which have been assigned
Based on the skills
Acquired by your body
With common good in mind
And with no attachment to the results therein
Guarding against
The possible arrogance
Of having performed
And seek for guidance
From the super soul
For sustenance of the
Above knowledge and performance
While dedicating everything
Done by your body
As an offering to the super soul
Keep you ever attached
To the super soul
By directing your thoughts, words and deeds
Towards Him
Sustain these
And
You live your life and
Let others do theirs
(An attempted retelling of Bhagavad Gita with an appealing twist)
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eluding Truth
Eluding truth,
Does not make it insignificant.
Nor does the attempt to ignore it completely,
Change the evidence of its existence.
Contemplatng to alter it,
To keep it hidden...
From one's consciousness...
Is a foolish proposition.
Since mankind is in a precarious situation...
When coming face to face with truth,
And still proceeds to try to manipulate fate...
Without faith in The Creator to guide the way.
Eluding truth,
Does not make it insignificant.
Nor does the attempt to ignore it completely,
Change the evidence of its existence.
There is no escaping,
From that which initiated the process of one's making!
Even the wisdom one shows,
Has been bestowed by 'that' which is ALL Knowing!
How foolish can an ignorance get?
We are in the midst of witnessing it!
Or...
Maybe all of it is intentional and not ignorance.
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