Without Options To Use
Some who have had structured destinies,
Have had them in place...
Long before decisions were made,
By others who believed...
One needed to have a specific quality.
Enhanced by the awarding of a college degree.
To prove an acceptance given has been granted.
This is a myth to advantage institutions,
With an ability to charge higher fees they get.
And to leave few to benefit without options to use.
Or common sense that is less expensive
One can not sit and be taught that in any school.
Since one is already equipped with the tools,
They are born to be blessed with.
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Dictation Done
If there is anything experience teaches,
To those who have gone through that process...
With a final acceptance of lessons taught,
Is this...
No matter where one goes with an experienced life,
Achieved through the benefit of failure...
Sometimes repeated.
And lessons learned that have been taught.
Those who seek comprehension,
Will never find time to be bored.
And will one day discover their observations,
Are the ones that are eagerly sought!
Since so many others seem to be awaiting...
A school bell to ring and an announcement made,
That a thought one initiates should soon begin!
With a dictation done that has nothing to do,
To provide one with the tools to use common sense!
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Kids I Once Knew Had Specific Chores
We knew fear but not excuses...
Where I grew up and lived as a kid.
Plus we were too competitive...
With a daring done to prove we weren't afraid.
And much too inquisitive about life,
Back in those days...
When we were taught to be respectful.
And all of the kids I once knew had specific chores,
Assigned to do to get done.
With a doing of them first or face the consequences.
To 'then' be followed by the doing of any school homework.
I am not one to say the children today are lazy.
Nor am I one to pass judgement on the obvious,
To argue in debate or heated discussion with those offended.
Since today there is a difference between being 'smart',
And having common sense.
Intellectualizing what is obviously a detriment,
I leave to those still trying to impress...
There elementary school teachers.
There is a technology involved a lot of children use,
Without using their heads like we once had to do.
And not being able to read 'and' write?
To then brag about graduating from high school?
Whether or not they attended day or night...
With an acceptance given to go to a college too?
I will not say is ridiculous...
Since to me that's my observation.
And I have had it being the one considered to be a fool.
No wonder they have no discipline.
Folks refuse to acknowledge the truth.
Or instill this asset within the minds of their children.
They've been given the right to do as they choose.
And refusing to listen...
So many have chosen 'that' to do!
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We All Could Use A Big Pinch
We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.
And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.
We all,
Have been 'there' in emotional need.
But choosing to be alone...
With those needs going unknown.
We all wish to be fed,
That which is in our hearts.
But expressed with hot heads.
We all want sometimes,
To be on someone else's mind.
Caring less...
They have their own desires to address.
And when that from them is confessed...
We then expose our centered selfishness.
Oh yes!
We all,
Have been accusative...
About 'something' perceive.
And...
We all,
Have been upset...
Over 'something' incorrect said,
But to others believed.
To leave...
Some with no choice but to voice,
Obscenities heard screaming...
To get that attention publicly!
We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.
We all could use a big pinch,
Of more common sense.
We all could use a...
OUCH!
Why did you do that?
~I thought that was a request.
For a message you needed help to get!
We 'all' could use a big pinch,
Of more commone sense.
With a feeling that is believed...
To leave no one unconvinced! ~
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Something About Insight, Intuition and Awareness
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness
That can not be taught.
Like common sense is not a family trait.
It is either there or it isn't.
Experience in observation seems to be a prerequisite.
And some folks are born to walk around,
With their heads in the clouds.
I have actually had conversations,
With those who can lie easily with a straight face.
And then embellish that with something else.
Not aware they do not have to split their lips...
Before my radar detects dishonesty about to arrive.
Dressed elegantly in full BS.
There is something about insight, intuition and awareness...
That uplifts a consciousness that is far less expensive,
Than daydreaming during a college lecture.
And much more adventurous,
Than sitting to listen to a professor's drone!
Trust me.
Been there/done that!
It just amazes me people with college degrees,
And thousands of dollars still owed on loans...
Don't have a dropp of common sense!
If I was the one paying...
I would sue!
Or demand my money back for malpractice.
The expectation and what has been accomplished,
Just does not provide the balance.
Can you 'feel' me on this?
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If In The Acquisition Made
What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
Or a pair of eyes caught,
Making a passing glance.
What benefit is there to flaunt,
That which one has...
Believed others want.
Although dauntless in appearance,
Is the the one who flaunts unnoticed.
And if one has tired of a charade,
Where does one go...
To validate satisfaction done,
From a masquerading others shun.
Although impeccably dressed to impress.
What benefit is there to things,
If in the acquisition made...
Not one touch from them they bring.
And no caring is there to share,
Romanced to be enhanced from anyone anywhere.
What benefit is there?
When the expense of getting attention,
Doesn't make sense without a dividend to please.
Or noticed received by someone teased.
Or at least pretending to be caught up in the moment.
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humor ***** BORING SPEAKER
A boring speaker during our graduate school orientation for transferees and freshmen arousing incidentally the collapsing audience eagerness to listen her long chilly speeches until she highlighted much this line, ' In the Philippines, the higher the educational degree, the higher the tuition fees '. Then thunderous ovation applauded.
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Hardheadedness
Ignorance for what it is...
Is ignorance for what it is!
Romanticizing it as it has been done,
In urban centers throughout the country...
To benefit those living in suburbia,
And their misguided opinions and decisions...
Is not going to bestow upon anyone,
The glow of enlightenment.
Not with the thickness of hardheadedness in the way!
Some folks can not be taught.
They 'have' to be shown!
All of it has been to someone else's benefit!
And if you are one who find that you are whining...
This benefit does not belong to you!
It is not yours.
A picture drawn in crayon is best understood!
Hopefully.
At least an attempt should be made...
To search for any display of a higher consciousness,
Seeking release.
From under the rubble of thoughtlessness,
After the onslaught of attacks from mindlessness.
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If It Made Sense
If it made sense,
It would not be worthy to mention.
The necessity to achieve it,
Would be instilled as a natural acceptance.
Only that which others find uncommon,
Is where those decisions to be offended begins.
With a witnessing of those taking offense,
Not for them being cost effective.
But it is the making of sense,
Many find not to be so common to obtain.
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Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.
quote by Jane Austen
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Its A Sin
(tennant/lowe)
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(twenty seconds and counting...
T minus fifteen seconds, guidance is okay)
[? ]
When I look back upon my life
Its always with a sense of shame
Ive always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
Its a, its a, its a, its a sin
Its a sin
Everything Ive ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place Ive ever been
Everywhere Im going to
Its a sin
At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didnt quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
Its a, its a, its a, its a sin
Its a sin
Everything Ive ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place Ive ever been
Everywhere Im going to
Its a sin
Father, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me, I didnt believe it
Father, you fought me, cause I didnt care
And I still dont understand
So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
Ive always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
Its a, its a, its a, its a sin
Its a sin
Everything Ive ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place Ive ever been
Everywhere Im going to - its a sin
Its a, its a, its a, its a sin
Its a, its a, its a, its a sin
(confiteor deo omnipotenti vobis fratres, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione,
Verbo, opere et omissione, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa)
[trans. i confess to almighty god,
And to you my brothers,
That I have sinned exceedingly
In thought, word, act and omission,
Through my fault, through my fault,
Through my most grievous fault]
(zero!)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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In the Giving There's A Benefit
To have awakened is a good thing to be!
And I have learned,
In the many years it has taken me to do it...
That the being there for someone else,
Will not automatically be interpretated...
As an appreciation to be shown one day,
With a reciprocation known that's received.
I have learned,
There will be many taking others for granted...
With a doing which is believed,
A duty to misuse someone dependable.
Until a reality hits and a doing this is missed.
And a waiting to sit by a telephone,
Wishing to hear it ring is a familiar sound gone.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.
To have awakened is a good thing to be.
And I have learned,
Those who give are not desperate.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to misuse.
I have learned,
In the giving there's a benefit.
And I have learned...
Those who give are not desperate.
Oh yes I've learned...
To leave alone,
Those who take for granted...
Someone giving up their time to abuse.
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Sean
Dear brother,
How I love you so,
For I am so glad that you are in
A better mood than you were
Once long ago.
I am sorry about what our father
Did to you,
For I can relate to you,
For I know what he did to me,
And I am sorry about
The anger you felt for so long.
You seem a lot happier now,
Dear brother,
For I am happy
That you are happy
And that this house
Can be peaceful once again.
I am also happy that
You have become more appreciative,
After Philmont
And you realised what you had,
And you realised what you were missing,
And that you do not take anything for granted.
I am happy that
You are happy to be who
You are,
And that you are a more
Cheerful person,
And more of an optimist,
Than what you were long ago.
Dear brother,
I am glad you are
Not doing immoral things
In high school,
Such as cheating,
And lying,
And other things,
And that you are now giving your
Best effort.
I am glad that you
Are doing better
Than what you once did,
For you can do great things.
I hope you do well
In high school,
Dear brother,
And I hope you do well
In everything you do.
I know you want to be
An orthopaedic surgeon,
And it will suit you well,
Once you work towards it.
You can go to U-M,
If you work really hard,
And if you do well
In your AP classes,
Dear brother,
You can work off
Your freshman
Core classes,
And you can go on
And earn your
Bachelor's and Master's Degree
In college,
Just like your older sister did.
You do not have to be valedictorian,
Nor a salutatorian,
But as long as you get that 3.8
Or 3.9
That you really want,
You can get to U-M,
And be in Ann Arbour
In a heartbeat,
For you can do great things.
Apply with pride,
For you know you did well,
And the Board will notice you,
And you will be a Wolverine
Before you know it.
Brother, you can work hard
In college,
And you can get a Bachelour's Degree
And a Master's Degree
In college,
Just like your sister did.
Then you can go into med school,
Whether it be at U-M,
Michigan State University,
Wayne State University,
Harvard,
Yale,
Or even Princeton,
And you can do extremely well,
Because I believe in you,
Dear brother,
And you can get that white coat,
And get your stethoscope,
Just like your sister did.
Dear brother,
I know you can take the Hippocratic Oath,
And take med school seriously,
And become a great surgeon,
And I know you would love your patients dearly,
For you will become a great man,
But all you have to do is work hard,
And do not get discouraged,
For that will bring you down
To the Ground.
I know you can do it well,
Dear brother,
And I hope you do well with life,
For I wish you the best of luck.
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Paved Over! Cemented
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
Are the volume of your complaints,
Stored for future documentary?
Is the importance of your disapproval,
Strong enough to withstand the winds of time?
Will minds like yours today,
Find themselves praised tomorrow?
In a collective raised contribution.
Or will that hole you dig be dug so deep in sorrow...
Be paved over!
Cemented.
And the existence you believed lived,
Has too long bee dismissed...
To be reminisced as one remembered.
By anyone assigned to research,
These mindless mundane times now experienced.
And the sacrificing of common sense,
With an absence of forgiveness...
Has becomes as mechanical,
As the expression of someone's devotion to caring.
And the only one can do to compensate for one's loss...
Is to shake one's head.
What steps have you taken,
To prove that you've made them?
To leave cemented.
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Sweep Away Your Own Debris
So clear you were not here,
When the trenches were dug.
And when the heat appeared,
Not a dropp of sweat...
Came from your brow.
And you expect my attention,
To listen to your delayed intentions!
And you expect my time to mention this...
Now?
Too much of what you have,
And take for granted...
Has been made easy for you to judge.
Including my activities.
But in my life,
What you say and offer...
Has not been made my priority.
Not to influence me to budge!
Your seriousness is elementary to me.
And there is something to be said,
About those who toiled from the old school!
Who learned to use their minds...
And not toys to use as tools to advance fools.
My path has never been paved,
With options.
Nor was it ever paved before time to it I gave.
And any options appearing,
Are those I made!
You show up to discuss,
How I should approach 'my' adventure.
When you display no ambition...
To pick up a broom,
And sweep away your own debris!
That's why I prefer you not to be around me.
To distract with aspects of your own insecurities.
Don't attempt to use my energy.
Sweep away your own debris!
Sweep away your own debris!
Or go elsewhere to play.
Just get away from around me.
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With Only The Ability To Waste
There was a time,
And this was not too long ago...
When those of skills and talents,
Only had a wish to share them.
To assist others in the fulfillment,
Of seeing 'their' dreams and wishes...
Come true.
With a volunteering of their efforts denied.
And...
Without a dime of payment mentioned.
But those making decisions,
Believed the ones who would want to do this...
Only sought the getting of attention.
And refusing them they did,
To ensure they were dismissed.
Today?
How things have changed.
Today there are those who are hired,
To solicit volunteers.
With the paying of expensive media advertisements,
To attract those with talents and skills to give.
And this is done with blatant attention given,
To the ones getting paid.
With only the ability to waste funding,
To achieve nothing getting done.
But say they do there is no one willing to work for free.
And these are the same people...
Publicly declaring there is no communal unity.
'We need you! '
~For what? ~
'To volunteer your skills,
As a community service.'
~And how will my doing this,
Be of benefit to you? ~
'A job that keeps me paid and something to do.'
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Observe the Quality of Your Way of Life
A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced,
By pledging to fraternities.
To become induced by materialism.
Pursued by greed.
Like those in such selective groups do.
Those who now say,
They can do what they choose!
A degree only shows a conformity to rules.
By an approval stamped on a piece of paper.
Proving the one receiving it...
Is fit to be shown,
How to screw over others too!
Observe the quality of your way of life.
Who with a degree has made it right?
Who with a BA, MA and/or PHD...
Has shown they had sense enough,
To avoid mistakes made...
That has brought today's economy,
To the brink of a catastrophe!
Who with a degree,
Can insist they have common sense?
And if this debate leads into an argument...
Be prepared to defend yourself.
Since talking BS politics...
Those educated,
Do their best at it!
A degree?
I think I have a couple,
Of those worthless things myself.
A man with a mind,
And a mission he can produce.
Needs to network his talents.
And not become seduced...
By the wickedness of luxuries.
That has increased more crime.
With homelessness and hunger!
Hosted by a society...
Dieting on addictions of all kinds!
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Taught To Fear And Suffer
Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.
Taught not born,
To give.
Taught not born,
To take.
Taught not born to be of benefit to others.
But many bigots interfere...
With an infliction of their insecurities,
That smother one another.
Some are taught they are better than most human beings.
With a stunting of their own growth,
In isolated dreams.
And then their are those who confront others,
With obvious legitimate needs.
Ultimately to suffer from these misdeeds.
Taught not born,
To hate.
Taught not born,
To fear.
Taught not born,
To discriminate.
And taught not born,
To jeer.
Taught to greed selfishly!
Taught to deceive and steal like thieves!
And taught to cheat to succeed...
No matter who does the suffering and bleeds.
Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!
Taught to fear and suffer.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Fear.
As a right,
To incite and ignite...
Suffering,
Inflicted.
As a right to incite and ignite,
Fear!
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To Uproot With A Moving Somewhere Else
I thought it foolish that I should move,
To find success or expect an acceptance.
Especially when I had the confidence,
In my choice to do what I did at my best,
Could and woudn't be better expressed...
If in another environment I selected.
Or become more impressive,
To those believing they should approve.
I knew too early I was not the one stupid,
To do what I did to prove others to be fools...
To uproot with a moving somewhere else just to do.
When inside of anyone they are born with the tools.
And wherever they go those same tools can be used.
It just depends on which ones are picked.
With a determination to remain devoted and not to quit.
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Leaving Ugliness To Forget
Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
To hug!
And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Pushed from anyone's lips.
Needed...
Are a few recipes.
Those kind that mixes joy...
With a rise to increase peace.
And what we need,
Is an empathy believed.
We are together here...
And not bits of eaten cheese.
Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
With lots of hugs!
And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
We don't need that ugliness,
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
No no no no!
We don't need that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this,
To forget!
Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this...
Pushed from anyone's lips!
We can have more happiness...
Leaving ugliness to forget.
Yes,
We can have more happiness...
If we left ugliness to forget!
If we left ugliness to forget!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget!
Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!
Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!
We need to leave an ugliness...
To forget!
We need to repent and not re-invent...
An ugliness.
There's no benefit at all in it!
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Grateful To Them For This
I've earned the right to make my own decisions.
And to decide what I like and dislike.
I 'try' not to give unsolicited opinions.
And the passing of judgement,
I rarely do.
What does my critique expressed,
Satisfy or improve?
For many years,
I've known what had created my past headaches.
And when I recognize them coming,
I head the other way.
To save them a sniff or a lifting of their nose.
Where I come from...
There are many in number of those with upturned noses.
It took me a long time to understand,
Not to waste my time seeking acceptance.
Because people who perceive someone seeks,
Their acceptance...
It gives them validation to believe themselves,
Better than anyone else.
And 'if' they have created ways to isolate themselves...
To others they have given to them a gift!
And I am grateful to them for this.
'I like very much,
That effort you made.
Now...
Can you prove you can stay out of my way?
And leave,
Not take...
Those resources that are mine.'
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