Regardless of a quality of life…
Strangling to exist,
From this twistedness.
And a society constructed,
By a promotion of it…
Finds itself lost in times.
And a collective mindset,
Found scrambling to find…
A way to deny a consciousness,
Clearly demented.
With beliefs what is seen,
Does not demean.
And this illness persisted…
Becomes a wound picked.
Never allowed to heal!
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Destroyed by ambiguity.
And disappointed by decisions.Nothing in natureHad been distressed like this.Until progress came along,To drive humanity into fits!Employed to sustain confusion.Correctness is best…When it is confessed in protest.And even then…No one bets to win!Better off arguing the high costs,Of medical care and skyrocketing prescriptions!
Everyday I will say,
Come what may everyday,I am glad to know You’re here!And when I look up to the sky I feel,Your eyes upon me near.Everyday when I pray,I know You’re there and listening.Everyday when I pray,I’m listening to You too!And no matter if gray clouds appear.Or thunder in my mind…Brings tears.I find You there protecting.I find safe…
They don’t understand the ‘art’ in me.
The process of it can not be explained.It’s not to be intellectualized…Or minimalizedBecause when it occurs,It is like a birth one endures.And pampers to insure,A quality that is right…Gives it life that excitesThe very breath one breathes,With such a welcoming ease.~And no talking, coughing or sneezingin the theater, please! This stuff is ‘live’And for your…
Accepting challenges around the clock nonstop…
And crystallizes a maturity.This is not often seen…Where folks are committed to irresponsibility.Where folks schedule their activities…Between being uninvolved and making party scenes.Entertainment escapes made accessible and free…Are generally observed,Where people are not concern.And quickly display disrespect for themselves.As they show a lack of discipline.And an absence of identity.Those like this often call for unity.And…
Sextourism this practice grows.
Elitist using disadvantaged folks…To pleasure their libidos,And enjoying dark skinned strokes.Mostly of high class and mainly rich.Luring teenaged boys and girls for sex trips.Yes they are sick.And of lurid wickedness.Representing an existence…Approved by the ‘uppercrust’.With values solicited…Not far from where the gutters sit!
All their lives they sit back to criticize others.
To produce nothing to identify they had arrived…Whether to criticize or not.The importance of it goes ignored.As those they found worthy of critique,Often found themselves with little time to speak…Between deeds and opportunities.To leave those with time to find their tomorrows,Chased by limitation and jealousies welcomed.With an abundance of laziness…And no motivation.None to inspire…What having…