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Whether This Embarrasses Or Not

Listen Carefully.
Forget merits of integrity.
And those with credentials to teach it,
But...
Somehow have missed quite a few lessons,
In the process of 'obtaining' a permit...
To be deemed accountable for their actions.

Doesn't it seem preposterous,
Absurd!
Like seeing a hippopotamus in leather hip boots,
To hear someone vehemently defame someone's character,
For a wrong that was 'supposedly' done to them on purpose...
When these very same people,
Have not shown a shred of accountability in 'anything'.
But expect to be lovingly embraced showing up hours late,
'After' an event has taken place.

To then be heard embellishing truths with extended exaggerations,
And overheard making the same excuses used for years...
To dispel their lack of respect for anyone or anything.
But yet...
Will have the audacity to announce what someone has done to them,
As if a patience awaiting to address their whims...
Will not for them run out!
And it will for them end whether this embarrasses or not.

People who don't 'get it' don't seem to want to,
If it should mean a taking away of an attention they receive...
By imposing their lack of concern for others' time or patience,
If it proves to them these acts are inconvenient to consider.

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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths

When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.

Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.

Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.

When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.

Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.

With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.

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Procrastinations Created to Make An Erasing

No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!

People like this are easily offended.
Believing their disrespect for others,
Should be condoned.
People like this,
Anticipate being appreciated!
For making mediocrity enforced upon others.
With a downgrading of their expectations.
And communicating that,
To entrap as this is shown!

No excuses are better made,
Than those insecure that make them.
A beating around the bush,
Whether conscious or not.
Is not done quite as well...
As those who attempt to escape,
From hesitated procrastinations.
Created to make,
An erasing of their accountability!

And as incredible as this may be...
People extend to them patience,
With comprehension.
Instead of giving them a boot to the curb!
Asked for and deserved!

A lack of discipline should never be rewarded.

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Just a Process Proceeding In Evolution

Do I have remorse that they have blinded themselves,
By the quality of their own actions?

Your comments make little sense to me.
Is this their way of holding someone accountable,
For their delight in material excitement?

I appreciate the attention you have given this fiasco.
But those folks have a history of creating their own debris.
I'm sure my lack of concern and those of others...
They have ridiculed for making attempts to assist them,
Will someday be reason why they could not unite as a people!
Or some excuse they will find that is not policed!

No...
I have not given up on them.
They've given up on themselves,
The moment they began to ostracize their own!

For some reason...
I am attracted to those who are adult in mind,
Deed and purpose.
And those comments would be pointless to repeat to them!

No hard feelings!
None here whatsoever.
I am just part of a process,
Proceeding in a welcomed evolution.
And I am one of many who recognize the benefits.

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Lack Of Interest

What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.

'I would love to participate,
With the giving of my time.
But calling me at midnight,
Two days before the event...
Expecting my excitement.
When you spent an entire year,
Procrastinating?

Thank you for your show of respect.
But at this hour,
I would like to get more rest.'

What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.

With an advertising campaign,
Gone unknown.

~We didn't think you'd be that serious about it,
Since we are just throwing it together.
With a hope of its success.~

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Limit Of Tolerance

It is best to be shown,
By the one detected they are not to be bothered.
Than it is to be known,
As the one who collects other's junk to dump.
Inconvenienced by this and misunderstood to be a chump.

People wont say it but that's what they think.
When someone is designated always available,
To be believed to have a loosened link.
People wont say it but that's what they think.

Yes, it's best to to show,
There is a limit of tolerance.
Than to be the one chosen...
With unlimited patience when there isn't.

Some people may pretend they comprehend,
With a patience given.
But a patience it isn't.

Some people 'look' as if they're there to listen,
With a patience given.
But a patience it isn't.

Some people may keep their mouths kept closed.
Preferring to keep their distance.
And some may not want their thoughts exposed.
Even if their thoughts may make a difference.

It is best to be shown,
By the one detected they are not to be bothered.
Than it is to be known,
As the one who collects other's junk to dump.
Inconvenienced by this and misunderstood to be a chump.

People wont say it but that's what they think.
When someone is designated always available,
To be believed to have a loosened link.
People wont say it but that's what they think.
If one is deemed as approachable.
And perceived to have a desperate disposition.

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When The Limits To Patience Diminish To None

When a patience known,
Had been unconditionally given...
With an administering to those,
To meet their requests met to be shown.
And people with their heightened expectations,
Can not be satisfied to set aside their undue selfishness.
To forget or not acknowledge to abide,
How patience becomes developed to give in the first place.
With a dismissing of it to believe it will never be erased.
And then one day...
That day many find hard to face,
All of the patience given comes to an end.
Never to be taken for granted again.
When all of those praying with a begging done.
With kept beliefs a giving of patience should to them come,
Become stunned.
When the limits of patience diminish to none.

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Who Should Receive More 'Patience' Than They Get?

Solicited advice given that later offends,
Grown men and women
Makes it a bit easier to express compassion,
For their children who lack discipline.
But are into fads and questionable fashions.

When it becomes understood,
From whom they have received their lessons taught...
With a displaying to quickly disrespect.
Children raised by those limited...
Are not regarded as investments to protect.

Who clearly is the victim?
Should not be a question anyone should guess.
It is obvious who's mind has been compromised.
And who should receive more patience than they get.

'Well...
Who should receive more 'patience' than they get? '

Teachers.
Police.
And those who preach about responsibilities.
And of course...
Those who are appointed to be psychiatrists,
By the judges making decisions,
After hearing these mental cases heard...
With no ending to them in courts.

~We will take a thirty minute recess.
That should be enough time to allow me,
To spend a few moments with my own psychoanalyst.~

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Having Patience Works

It is the most easiest tactic to use.
And commonly effective.
When something has been said,
Known to be untrue...
Do not retort or respond in defense of integrity.
Let that integrity be the spokesman for you.

The integrity kept solid might suffer a few bruises.
And receive some unwarranted and evil attitudes.
However...
And with mouth shut and patience intact,
Allow those who trick to fool AND ridicule...
Discover eventually they are the ones to be laughed at!

I'm telling you,
Having patience works most of the time.

And those times patience does not work?
Well, I am not one to suggest going berserk.
Or ballistic with a showing of uncontrollable rage.
There are too many people out there already...
Who have graduated to this phase with 'honors'.
To specialize in vengeance and retribution.

And identifying those crazed,
Who have been overheated masterfully to a degree...
With tempers to blaze?
Isn't as difficult as it use to be these days.
So it is best one elects to adapt to caution,
As an alternative field of study.

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We'd Like to Make This Perfectly Clear

With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.

Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.

Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.

And,
Furthermore...
With emphasis on empathy.
We'd like to make this perfectly clear,
A perception of our greed and thoughtlessness...
Has been more than exaggerated.

'Even though recent videotapings of human remains,
Floating in the waters with ruined vegetation...
Has captured a gross disrespect for the region.
And is directly associated with the activities of your company? '

With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.

Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.

Those indigenous folks,
Suffering tremendous loss from misinterpretations of progress,
That are 'claimed' to have had an adverse affect on them,
In the Amazon...
Is a media event to heighten low ratings.

'Then who is to blame,
For this miscalculation of both justice...
And the spirit of wellbeing enforced,
By the Council of World Environment Protection?
Where IS that concern for our fellow human beings? '

With all due respect.
And with our expressed sympathies,
Extended.

Our policies have been slandered.
And,
Misunderstood amongst those with beliefs,
Our concerns and actions depict a lack of consciousness.
Let this be understood,
We are thoroughly and without question...
Extremely conscious of our misdeeds.

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Forgiving Myself

In my youth...
My casting shadow
Appeared to glide
Against all it reflected.
There were few rests between strides.
And I did not concern myself,
With the limitations of time and uncertainties.
I've aged to witness my slowing pace...
With an acceptance,
A mind of a child does not forgive!
I've learned to respect the 'do's and 'don't's
Of life!
That did not come easy!
Nor did my patience come without making mistakes.
Or taking risks!
And forgiving myself has been the best lesson I've learned!
Afterall...
These steps I take today,
Are watched much more carefully with a purpose...
Each time they are taken!

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A Granting Of An Escape

When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes...
To find fault to place blame on others,
With a granting of an escape.

When does it become one's duty,
To be held accountable for their own actions?
When does that border between,
Allowing one to locate excuses...
Separates that from one's denying,
Of making habitual mistakes.

And when will people awaken,
To discover their dishonesty...
Offers their children,
No respect or identity.
Or a dignity they pride for the rest of their lives.
What will it take...
For those with pretentions to have them erased?
More hiding places?
Or the appearance of guilty looks,
Adorning their pitiful faces?

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All And Any Explanation Is A Pointless Endeavor

No more time is there to be given,
For the purpose of enabling...
Unconscious or misguided people.
The patience of those sacrificial...
Has been replaced with rewards of peace.
Frustrations from people like this has been released.

Those who don't get,
What has been there for them to have gotten...
Need no longer to explain themselves,
With alibis and excuses made they can now drop.

These days that have come,
Requires everyone's full attention.
And not the attention focused on them.
But an attention for those who have awakened...
For a quickened evaluation,
Of all that speeds by within a twinkling of an eye!

And if anyone is not equipped to see it mentally,
All and any explanation is a pointless endeavor.

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Problem Solvers

Whatever it takes for some people to escape,
From being held accountable for their actions...
Will happen.
You can win a bet on that and expect to get paid.
And people are making demands,
To know what is going on around them.
And they have not a clue that their lack of involvement,
Is the main reason why the very roof they live under...
Has been overlooked and in dire need of much repair.

And try telling that to them!
They will add someone as quick as possible,
To their enemy list.
To be accused,
For any leak or future damage they may experience.
With a daring of anyone to point a finger at them.
People like this are not problem solvers.
Creators of confusion and chaos?
Yes!

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In Our Individual Lives

What happens in our individual lives,
Does not seem to have the same affect on others...
Quite as emotionally.
In fact a lack of concern can be attributed to their actions.

Until something similar happens to them.
And that's when those near anf far will hear accusations,
About the less caring people show and do for others.
With little history of their own ever being shown individually.

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As Obvious As Trash Cluttered Streets

Insecure people never seem to know,
What it is they want.
Where it is they wish to go.
Or sticking to a thought that is claimed,
To have for them a meaning meant!

And the frightening thing about this is,
People like that somehow influence others...
Through exaggeration,
That the decisions they make are the best choices.
And nothing has been proven by those who follow them...
That this is true.
Or that a benefit from this for them has been obtained

In fact,
The evidence of insecurity and the lack of discipline...
Is not hidden.
This is as obvious as trash cluttered streets.
Leaders elected because they are liked,
But lack competence.
And people seen who are threatened by dignity.
Supported those who protect them by making excuses,
For their actions.

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To Dust Up

As a learning experience,
It is much more difficult...
To expect anyone to listen,
Than it is to teach them...
The difference between how and why,
A listening done will affect their time.
And the taking of it for granted...
Is something no one should do.

And one's expectations that the wasting of it,
Is going to gain empathy...
From those who had patience to sit with a listening,
No matter how bored one gets going through the process...
Is going to prevent a slipping of time,
To rush through their fingers.
With opportunities set aside waiting for anyone's decision,
To be made and done with a seletive picking to come.

Once an aging process starts and is noticed,
There is no playing of hide and seek with it...
To disregard those believing they have hidden in safe places.
Since in most cases everyone will be found.
Either forgotten to eventually dismiss.
Or stored away on top awaiting somewhere,
To be lowered into the ground...
With eyes and ears shut to dust up...that's it!

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Lack of respect

Respect? Yes respect
Lack of respect
Lend us in hot oil
And now we are fried like vianas
Because we lack respect
Yes respect

Respect? Yes respect
Lead us to put our feet inside the packet
And look now
We have fallen so hard in the ground
Because we lack respect

We had foolish remarks
Asked personal question
And proved to the world how jealous we are
Because we lack respect
We questioned facilitator than scenario
How? Because we lack respect for our colloquies

Because we mesmerize twaddle
We are futile

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Flexibility

The only people who seem to complain,
That others should be more understanding...
With a showing of a flexibility,
And a patience that condones...
The ones with deficiencies,
Are the ones who make excuses for themselves.
And force others to accept their laziness.
As the heights of mediocrity for them are raised.
While accountability and expectations,
With a lowering of standards become the ideal.

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It Is Too Late To Appease With Trite Apologies

Let me bring you up to date,
And clarify that notion...
What you 'assume' for you,
Is not too late to do.

To believe someone stands by and waits,
For you to comprehend...
What should have been comprehended,
During times that have come to an end...
Way back when...and 'then'?
It is too late to announce your understanding.
For an effect you expect to get.
To cleanse a slate.

Feelings you purposely hurt have healed.
And reminiscing a pain no one finds ideal.
Your appearance someone might appreciate.
But your conversation with excuses made...
Has long been outdated.
And it is too late to appease with trite apologies.

Your enlightenment that has awakened you,
To the feelings of others you had abused...
Is good for 'your' experience to process and digest.
But that painful healing that took place,
With a patience someone left alone to manifest...
Without your heartfelt confession to put at rest,
Has occurred with the grace only received from God.

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Get Away From Me

Let me help you find some clarity.
In terms of my personality...
And why you say others,
May get upset with me!

First let's eliminate what others say.
I am discussing this with you.
I could care less what others say,
And/or do!

If I've given you my respect and attention.
And I have given you no reason to doubt my word.
Don't show me that you have taken me for granted.
Don't allow yourself to get on my last nerve.

When that is done,
I become someone else.
I show a side that comes out of hiding.
I've been called a monster by those who have seen it.
Those who say I am two faced and crazed.

But I respect myself and that I show to others.
And take pride in what I do,
Like others should too.
I don't collect excuses and alibis to make.
And those who do,
I consider fake!

So without further explanation,
Let me make to you this declaration.
You have no more time,
To waste that of mine!
Now...
Have I made myself clear?
I hope so!

'Yeah...
But everybody else,
Don't make such a big stink about me being late!
And everytime I was late or didn't show up for a date,
I gave you a call! '

And every year I have known you...
Which has been over twenty five.
You have managed to use excuses,
And have told me some of the biggest lies!

And if you had respected me at all...
You would not have found it easy to make excuses.
Or bothered to lie in any of those calls.
And everyone else who accepts that from you...
Didn't receive this patience I am giving.
Or that 'monster' getting ready to chew and spew!
You know why?

'No!
Why? '

I'm giving you the opportunity,
To get away from me as fast as you can!
You see my chest?
And how I'm taking deep breaths?
The monster comes!
You better prepare to run!

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