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Social Conditioning From Earliest Age

we care condition
our children
from earliest age

with sense perception

a baby behind tiny bars
or inescapable
walls of a bassinet cot

walls of a prison cot?

taken out put
back at our own
convenience

or lifted up with love?

time passes feeds
nappy changes
baths powders held

in loves welcome or?

a toddler behind bars
or walls of a play pen
a toddler given free range

conditioning individuality to conform

to condition to rules
social norms of society
control imposed for

parental convenience as

social acceptance
is imposed upon
unique individuality

constrained modeled into conformity

or control imposed
only for safety assurances
huge freedom given

to nurture grow confidence excel

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also ‘Social Conditioning Before Arrival Birth’.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Social Conditioning Before Arrival Birth

we condition
our children
from first contact
first embraces

immediately
after their birth
given is love
in multiple hues

given is wealth acceptance
warm sense welcome
rainbows colour love
elfin strands stream gold

even floating ripple rocked
in warm growth womb
darkness comfort kicking
stretching begging love

before arrival birth
baby already knows
mother’s spoken voice
smell tastes moods

baby is contraction born
knowing mother love
or starved of mother love
dice are already rolling

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also ‘Social Conditioning From Earliest Age’.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beyond Our Prison Walls

our prisons are too many
the penalties imposed upon us
are heavy

everything is passed from one mouth
to another
this prison of tradition
and what we have are just kettles and
ladles
a few spoons and some
crooked forks
some moldy fats of pork
and hardened bread like bricks
upon our walls and rooms

i am tired of those other prisons
handed to us and
well kept by our respect for what
is old

the mind is the prison
and thoughts and imagination are our wings to our well deserved freedom
we do not deserve this
weakness this self imposed defeat
we are not worms
we butterflies and all these fragile wings
shall take us
beyond the tops of molded hills
beyond us
our better selves
our very own proclamations that we are not the children and heirs
of gods
but that we too
are godly creatures with divinity in our hearts
our sacrileges tattooed on our skins and bones

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Get Out

[Singing Chorus]
I get out, I get out of all your boxes
I get out, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Father free me from this bondage
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change
[Verse 1]
Your stinkin' resolution
Is no type of solution
Preventin' me from freedom
Maintainin' your polution
I won't support your lie no more
I won't even try no more
If I have to die, oh Lord
That's how I choose to live
I won't be compromised no more
I can't be victimised no more
I just don't sympathize no more
Cuz now I understand
You just wanna use me
You say "love" then abuse me
You never thought you'd loose me
But how quickly we forget
That nothin' is for certain
You thought I'd stay here hurtin'
Your guilt trip's just not workin'
Repressin' me to death
Cuz now I'm choosin' life, yo
I take the sacrifice, yo
If everything must go, then go
That's how I choose to live
[Pause]
[Singing rest of Verse 1]
That's how I choose to live...
Hehehehe, awhh
No more compromises
I see past your diguises
Blindin' through mind control
Stealin' my eternal soul
Appealin' through material
To keep me as your slave
[Singing Chorus]
But I get out
Oh, I get out of all your boxes
I get out
Oh, you can't hold me in these chains
I'll get out
Oh, I want out of social bondage
Knowin' my condition
Oh, is the reason I must change
[Singing Verse 2]
See, what you see is what you get
Oh, and you ain't seen nothin' yet
Oh, I don't care if you're upset
I could care less if you're upset
See it don't change the truth
And your hurt feeling's no excuse
To keep me in this box
Psychological locks
Repressin' true expression
Cementin' this repression
Promotin' mass deception
So that no one can be healed
I don't respect your system
I won't protect your system
When you talk I don't listen
Oh, let my Father's will be done
[Singing Chorus]
And just get out
Oh, just get out of all these bondage
Just get out
Oh, you can't hold me in chains
Just get out
All these traditions killin' freedom
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must change
[Singing Verse 3]
I've just accepted what you said
Keepin' me among the dead
The only way to know
Is to walk then learn and grow
But faith is not your speed
Oh, you've had everyone believed
That you're the sole authority
Just follow the majority
Afraid to face reality
The system is a joke
Oh, you'd be smart to save your soul
Oh, when escape is mind control
You spent your life in sacrifice
To a system for the dead
Oh, are you sure...
Where is the passion in this living
Are you sure it's God you servin'
Obligated to a system
Getting less then you're deserving
Who made up these schools, I say
Who made up these rules, I say
Animal conditioning
Oh, just to keep us as a slave
[Singing Chorus]
Oh, just get out
Of this social (?)
Just get out
All these traditions are alive
Just get out
Superstition killing freedom
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must die
Just get out
Just get out
Just get out
Let's get out
Let's get out
Knowin' my condition
Is the reason I must die
Just get out

song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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I was born free...! ! ! ! ! !

It’s futile to waste energy,
Don’t try to tempt me
With that plea
In your eyes.

I am done with
Emotional entanglements.
I am bankrupt,
And have nothing left
To make fresh investment.

I want to start afresh,
Open a new ledger book.
And maintain
My balance sheet.
I make deposits
By nurturing myself,
And allow none to
Make withdrawals.

I feel trapped,
Like an insect
In a spider’s silken web;
Suffocated, afraid
Of a protracted death and
Wish could inject venom in me.

A life time
Of social conditioning,
And rules others made
For me
Left no scope for freedom
Of choice.

Now, feeling free
I have time only
For an affair with life…
On my terms
Accountable to none
But myself.

Rules I make or break
Not for someone’s
Convenience.

Misery loves company.
But I choose to go alone,
For I Don’t wallow
In self pity.
I see immense possibilities
And reasons to be happy
And blissful

for I am
in Divine company.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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In a sense, every form of expression is imposed upon one by social factors, one's own language above all.

quote by Edward Sapir
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Sometimes It Feels As If I Am Not Really Living

Sometimes it feels
as if I am not really living,
as I am just marking time,
being trapped in a body

where no choices
but destiny determines the way
that my life is going,
while I am not fit
to become part of the social structure
where everyone else is loosing individuality

and by design I am
not made to cringe, to be servile
or obsequious
and to no man I bend my knees.

I do not fit in the social mould
where language, culture, heritage
and religion has to be sacrificed
for what is seen as the common good

and no one will force me into conformity.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Socially Acceptable

Strange rules of acceptance.
Relative physical size.
Important indelible icon; to social primates.

Ignorance renders opinions useless.

Power money ever handsome.
Privilegeless proletariat lack such
seemingly saving grace.

Important indelible icon; to social primitives.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stone Walls

Written by - Jim Croce
It's been too many years inside this prison
Too many years just for one little fight
He got what was comin'
And I think I served enough time
I'm goin' home tonight
That stone looks mighty cold
And the guard that walks that wall
Is just waitin' to get a convict in his sights
But if I can clear the top
You can bet I'll never stop
Cause I'm goin' home tonight
Chorus:
Because stone walls do a prison
Make iron bars a cage
Any man who says they don't
Never been inside
Cause in time the bars get closer
And at night the walls grow tighter
Do you feel like there's a shackle around your mind?
Now those guards are on my tail
I can hear those sirens wail
But I know that I'll get away and that I'll be alright
Cause I'd rather live on the run
Stand free in the morning sun
Then to spend another lonely prison night
Chorus

song performed by by Jim Croce
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Who Can See The Best In Everybody?

children
children are like that
where everything is now

young children
so quick to forget
pain sorrow

eager to carry on
get over it
whatever it may...

have been

eager to get
back to play
focus upon

life learning experiences...

vital energy focused
upon potential happiness
growing experiences

in healthy
nurturing
environments...

children can see
the best
in everybody

“unless the person
is really
hopelessly evil,

they can make us
behave in a better way
2'

'Beautiful energy”

And those
that hurt
children?

Deliberately hurt and kill children?

The stalkers that prey upon
choose to deliberately hunt down
and kill innocent children?

Are they evil?

Is this deliberate killing
torture of a few
innocent children evil?

Then what of Pro-Abortion fanatics?

Birth control by foetus murder?

Tax dollar funded
promoted
as family planning?

One of the few social services
president barak obama has backed?

God has already made stated
his judgement; upon this; written
decisively within sacred word.

The only question that remains?
What is your judgement?

Upon this issue of free
choice; none may abstain;
we are all accountable.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation by Miroslava Odalovic.
See also ‘A 100% Pro-Abortion Record ’ and ‘We Can Create A Modern International Community’.

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These Walls

These walls
They are the plainest of color.
It is as though they are made to make one suffer.
Surrounded by them, ever so bleak
Makes my energy drain, leaving me weak.
These walls
How can they be so bare?
It's almost as if no one cares.
They almost never bring me cheer.
Instead they instill a little fear.
These walls
Never seem to move
For they have nothing to prove.
They just stand their gorund,
Knowing, always, where to be found.
These walls
My patience is beginning to run thin.
I feel completely trapped within.
I want to curl up into a ball and hide
But I know that would be a hit to my pride.
These walls
This is completely unfair.
I just want to feel the fresh air
And the warmth of the sun
Instead of the air conditioning that always seems to run.
These walls

poem by Ashley Reese
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Ego Philosophers Cannot Believe In God

'why because flawed philosophers
cannot live outside inflated ego bubbles?
demand ego tribute worshippers'
philosophers create world ideologies
temples dedicated to own goal expectations?
ideology is a science of ideas thoughts

political ideologies
enacted dominant class society
are sets of received consciousness
product of state socializations
all members of a country society
are law bound expected to abide in

analysis of differing political opinions
analysis of differing views of social groups
analysis manipulated wins state elections

Karl Marx substituted ideology
for his coined term within
class struggle domination...
was is it a necessary part
of institutional functioning manipulated?
adjusted social integration?

ultimately will populations
swallow rhetoric drone feed submit
to social political conditioning ideologies?
worldview metaphysical propaganda loaded...
key role who renders unto Caesar tribute
who renders unto God what is God's?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Perennial

Even though
thou thought.
Sometimes.
I chose no time.
Did not care.

For thee.
Does not mean.
It was I.
Guilty.
Of not
caring enough.

Love unrequited.
Verdict imposed
burdens.
Still shadow lead
compelled I follow.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Walls

Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.

Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.

Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.

Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.

Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Teenage Romance Acceptability

teenage romance
acceptability
social issues aired
for some
impressionable
teenagers

both female or male
even names
are issues
of comfort-ability
no deep rooted
confidence
huge Machiavellian

inert potential
happiness
is married
dream well
a source found
measure
of contentment
teenage dreams
now is forever
event survival
is surviving
days weeks
stretching

into seamless
months
escape in love
elixir all powerful
tomorrow wake
smell roses
a urinary track
infection
in comet impact
survival
is but a dream
Hollywood
hero romance

blockbuster
Romeo Juliet
did not end
so well
dysfunctional
parent
conflict
blood let
infusion
imposed upon
youth teenage
minds devastated

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Invisible Bars

It's not prison bars in front of my face
that take my freedom away.
It's people that want to control the world
that won't let my freedom stay.

It's not a cage that traps me inside
and won't allow me to fly.
It's the powerful ones that always hide
just waiting for me to die.

7 billion bodies now on this earth
and most of them aren't free.
It's a tragic play for most of us
that turned into a comedy.

But then the stage was always set
before we came to this place
to take my freedom away from me
with invisible bars before my face.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Freedom Tears Down Walls

when we desire
to take a really
close look at society

we should never
waste time precious
walking to windows

we should look clear
straight through walls
through closed doors

stereotype minefields
begin in individual minds
freedom begs visions

walls guarded power secrets
do not preserve inspire peace
they fear greed justify wars

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Watching The Sky

I sit here alone
I sit here alone
I look at the walls
Look at the walls
Look at the walls
I look at the walls
You shouldnt be out on your own
Oh no not with a condition like that
Oh no sir constant care
A condition like that, a condition so rare
A penny for the guy, a penny for your thoughts
One a penny, two a penny in your pocket
Ding dong bell, who can tell
Wild man fisher got nothing on me
I sit by the water
I sit by the water
Watch it go by
Clouds going by
Im watching the sky
I left my luggage at the station
Didnt know how to say goodbye
I walked away from all the fury
And the madness and the fury
And the madness and the fury
And the madness
I smile to myself
I smile to myself
Youre on the blind side, Im on the other side
Now Im on the outside looking for another side
Upside down side, Im still lucid
I may be crazy but Im not stupid
Try to get out, the parking lots full
No matter, no matter, whats a man going to do
One two buckle my shoe
Zip my lip

song performed by by Deep Purple
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(No More) Love At Your Convenience

Your childish game is over now.
Lost your power over night some how.
Better see it ain't gonna be like it used to be.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I'm telling you tonight's the night.
Close your mouth
Turn off the light.
Pull me babe.
Pull me down closer on you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Lots of time late at night, I really needed you.
I really needed you.
I really needed you.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your command.
No more love at your convenience.
Quit your tears and dry your eyes.
You know I hate to see you cry.
Don't you see,
Things gotta be what they got to.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience.
No more love at your convenience

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Megalo-Maniac: Power Challenged

only sale of dominance
imposed is dissimilar

power challenged
megalomaniac
vents power hunger

upon helpless
tormented animals
humans in subjugated
herded servitude

in acts of indifference
delighting in cruelty
imposed physically
or twisting mentally
emotions in pain play

vile nature despicable deeds
are ingeniously hidden
in multifaceted chameleon identity

jack the rippers
prey upon victims
in diverse forms

multitudes
of changing faces
across countless ages

poem by Terence George Craddock
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If These Walls Could Speak

If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held,
A couple in love
Livin week to week,
Rooms full of laughter,
If these walls could speak.
If these old halls,
If hallowed halls could talk,
These would have a tale to tell
Of sun goin down and dinner bell,
And children playing at hide and seek
>from floor to rafter,
If these halls could speak.
They would tell you that Im sorry
For bein cold and blind and weak.
They would tell you that its only
That I have a stubborn strreak,
If these walls could speak.
If these old fashioned window panes were eyes,
I guess they would have seen it all--
Each little tear and sigh and footfall,
And every dream that we came to seek
Or followed after,
If these walls could speak.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Heres someone who really loves you;
Dont ever go away.
Thats what these walls would say.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Heres someone who really loves you;
Dont ever go away.
Thats what these walls would say.
Thats what these walls would say.
Thats what these walls would say.

song performed by by Amy Grant
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