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  12397.     

The Meaning There Is In the Intention Sent

I've learned to say what I mean.
And then to clear the air,
With frankincense and myrrh.
Keeping the atmosphere golden.
Without hints left to be perceived.
Or believed in the picking of thoughts
Some may rumor I intended to leave.

Any peace I release is there to be understood.
And not subjected to petty interpretations,
By those imbibed with intoxicants.
Already stirred...
And disturbed by blurring echos.
Heard but not from words.

'I heard what was said,
But that wasn't meant!
Even though the words were spoken...
The meaning there is in the intention sent.
Here...
You want a toke? '
 
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  12398.     

The Mentality of One's Ignorance

The mentality of one's ignorance,
Is often fed from birth.
One's environment exposes them...
To a comfort they grow to thirst.

People of limited securities,
Are the first to label and compare.
Uncertain of their own identities...
They use status and class,
To separate themselves...
In communities as if others are diseased.

The mentality of one's ignorance,
Is often fed from birth.
Beliefs and standards are subsidized,
To qualify one's worth.

And the ones who are at a disadvantage...
Aren't the ones who are depicted as poor!
The ones whose lives are victimized...
Are those who take from others,
With a quest that feeds a need for more!

And unsatisfied with their own lives...
They refuse to respect other cultures,
By imposing their own,
Upon foreign shores.
 
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  12399.     

The Message Is You

Slapped back to my senses.
Confused to pieces once!
It wasn't easy...
Knowing then what to do!

Stung from much heartache.
That wouldn't leave me.
Broken...
Until I found out...
The message is You!

Don't know how this started.
But I knew it had to end!
Shakened on the ground I was.
Without defense,
Family or friends.

But then...
Released from set traps!
Cut from addictions that treated.
I wasn't pleased!
What choice should I choose?
On my knees I knew...
The message is you.

Slapped back to my senses.
Confused to pieces once!
It wasn't easy...
Knowing then what to do!

On my knees...
That's when I knew!
So clear to hear...
The message,
Is You!

Dedicated to:
Crystal Fyffe
'Thank you, Ms Crystal'
Lawrence
 
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  12400.     

The Middle Class

Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And doing the best they can to make ends meet,
While that gap is widening fast.

Exhausted from swimming in debts and credit.
And unable to afford the keeping up of appearances.
Although they support those standards they value...
Those that have given up such tasks,
Can not convince them their beliefs have been trashed.

Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And as they hold onto dreams quickly slipping away,
Deluded they remain that changes made aren't here to stay.

Between dire straits and meager existence,
There are those who insist...
They represent the middle class.
And even though the sight of this continues to be sad,
Few are heard left to brag about what they own...
That others do not have.

Today...
Those struggling to maintain their middle class status,
Have one thing in common with those who are poor...
Wishing they had just a few dollars more!
And a door they can close to ignore what's going on.
Those days are gone.
 
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