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  7161.     

Knowing Little About The 'Art' of Work

First it was stated,
He lacked the experience.
Although the people had confidence in him.
And he became President.

Now the losers declare,
He has too much on his plate.
Too much at once for him to contemplate.
Although he is able to do that...
With more chores in store.

They can not keep up with his effective pace!
With complaints.
But no one has said he is incompetent.
And they wonder how he does it.
As they sit,
Like most lazy couch potatoes do.
Fuming and giving lip service,
About how things should be done.
Yet doing nothing themselves,
As is their custom and way of life to bicker,
And feed on snacks to entertain assorted whims.
Knowing little about the 'art' of work!
And how that is applied to accomplishment.
 
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  7162.     

Knowing My Best Was Yet To Come

The only thing that mattered to you,
Was the making of impressions.
Not strengthening our relationship.
That became a daily game,
You enjoyed playing with.

So obsessed with the obtaining of bling,
You lowered your standards...
To having basement flings,
With those who provided...
Temporary feelings of reaching success.

And even though I left you,
Knowing my best was yet to come.
I was never in doubt I had to succumb,
To lower my standards to be someone's trash.
Just to prove I could get notoriety and have cash.

And from nothing I could do it.
But you couldn't wait,
To satisfy your lust for a certain taste.
And having cash in hand just to celebrate,
Is not the only reason I've cemented to pave my way.

I was born to create from nothing.
To touch, feel and be felt.
And never could I say,
The life you have had asistance to live...
Has not bestowed upon me my own blessings.
 
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  7163.     

Knowing My Consciousness Is Being Address

What has been the affect of my blessings?
I suppose it is the peace of mind I find.
And being inquisitive about life,
Has never been treated by me as a commodity
I awaken fascinated.

I imagine myself floating through space,
With an awareness of no boundaries.
Or limitations of any kind taken place.
And when I finally come down to Earth...
I'm reminded how blind and insensitive,
The feeding of greed...
Has left the majority of people to believe,
The Universe is not an 'entity' that knows and breathes...
Every detail of their existence.
The tremendousness of this Supreme Majesticness,
Has to know!

What has been the affect of my blessings?
Knowing my consciousness is being address,
By a power too great for me to envision.
But from 'IT' I get a sense of approval.
And from 'IT' I get a motivation that keeps me devoted.
And from 'IT' I get immediate feedback....
From millions of years,
Servicing wisdoms far greater than my own limitation.

That has been the affect,
Of acknowledging I've been blessed.
 
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  7164.     

Knowing That It's Going On

Behind the wheel I can drive,
With you so close by my side.
And under a star bursting sky...
We ride with a love of life we like,
Undenied and so high!

And knowing that it's going on!

Snacks munched on the scene,
Are more enjoyed while singing.
We've got that happiness 'thing'.
With a zing that sizzles...
And a tingle that rings!

As a bongo looped with the rhythm flows.
To get us popping our fingers to that hip hop beat...
Grooving sounds from the radio.
We bob our heads as the moonlight glows.
And this is how we keep,
Our weekends together sweet.
And knowing that it's going on!
 
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