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People don’t think of you the way that you like
who do you think you’re conning when talking all that ite
blagging everybody you come into contact with
proud of the first opportunity to take advantage of gifts
boasting about your blagging skills as if you ain’t known as a blagger who can’t be trusted with anything always a late giver backer
when the first impression you make shifts to a shady replacement
to never reappear after that first meeting you’re different
and when debts ain’t paid you never blame yourself
you go and point incompetence at somebody else
so it’s never your fault and therefore cannot be helped
treating friends unfair
until there ain’t no one there
because you just don’t care
but in your stories you swear
that you’re selfless and prepared
to save everyone who is facing despair
after blaming the individual for their own fate
comparing the fact you made decisions that they ain’t
because you make the right choices and have superior vision
sounding authentic to those who don’t expect to hear fibbing
and when you big yourself up there’s also somebody digging
and though they helped you back up you forget that as you kick ‘em
saying you wanna help as you continue to hit ‘em
acting like it’s all their fault as you leak criticism
combined with a sad face to ensure the sympathy’s given
because you lost a mate
when they fell into this place
but last month they were fake
and it was too much to take
for now they’re nowhere to trace
as they avoid you with hate
as you remove yourself
from any involvement or blame
and act all confused
saying they must be insane
because to not like you
must mean they haven’t a brain
and then you emphasis this point
by saying they’re the slow train
who you have to help by shining
a light that explains
the simplest interactions
that they take the wrong way
in fact if you speak to your friend
they would be right as rain
as the fact they don’t like you
is their stupid mistake
The narcissist in you evident
cold twisted malevolent
suffering though you’re innocent
from someone far less intelligent
now confused by developments
believing things deemed irrelevant
a friend you’ll save cus you’re brilliant
despite the painful experience
Listen up, my daughters, let me break it down
Life's a stage, but you're not here to clown
You've got to face the music, face it strong
Face your fears, show the world where you belong
Don't let them clip your wings, wings are meant to soar
Winging it sometimes, that's what life is for
But root yourself in values, roots run deep
Rooting out the nonsense, that's wisdom to keep
Stand your ground, ground yourself in truth
Grounding your decisions, from age to youth
Rise above the noise, rise like the sun
Rising to occasions, that's how battles are won
Weather the storm, weather it with grace
Weathering criticism with a poker face
Steel your nerves, steel them like a blade
Steeling yourself for the choices to be made
Bridge the gaps, bridge them with your mind
Bridging understanding, leaving doubt behind
Scale the heights, scale them bit by bit
Scaling back expectations that don't fit
Balance your life, balance work and play
Balancing act, that's the price to pay
Weigh your options, weigh them carefully
Weighing in on issues, speak out clearly
Brave the odds, brave them with a smile
Braving new frontiers, go the extra mile
Charge ahead, charge your inner battery
Charging through obstacles, set your spirit free
Light your path, light it with your dreams
Lighting up the darkness, nothing's as it seems
Fuel your passions, fuel them day and night
Fuelling your ambitions, keep your goals in sight
Don't be too rigid, rigid minds will break
Rigid rules are meant for you to shake
Be flexible, flexible like a reed
Flexing your strength, that's what you'll need
Channel your emotions, channel them right
Channeling energy into your fight
But don't let them flood, flood your rationality
Flooding your judgment leads to fatality
Remember, my daughters, life's a complex game
Gaming the system isn't the aim
Aim for integrity, aim for what's true
Aiming high, that's what you should do
So face the world, face it head-on
Facing challenges, that's how you'll grow strong
The ball's in your court, court success with zeal
Courting life's adventures, that's the real deal
Now go forth, my daughters, write your story
Story of courage, rationale, and glory
Storying your journey with each passing day
Journeying forward in your unique way
It interuped the flow of things.
He attmepted to his lack
of concentration. Abstract,
something that doesn't describe something real
or photogenetic..Anyway it appeared to have been printed incorrectly
or maybe the secetary gave the wrong design;
I didn't like it Now frustrated and dealing
with a time frame and very little cash to correct the matter
he became creative and got out the scissors and paste
and made the corrections himself.
A great job, as no one seemed to
have noticed it was a flaw that was corrected.
We liked the idea he took a photo of the work
and had it photo printed. It saved money a lot of
money. Now dealing with the ego's
of these Music mindd phenoms so that a show
with prestige and seeking a critics positive
opinion means alot to this project!
Needing a critic's positive opinion means a
creative work, product, or person relies on
professional approval to gain credibility,
funding, or an audience. While the word
"criticism" often implies finding faults,
a professional critic's evaluation can be
favorable, offering an expert seal of approval that validates
quality. A composition that might be the composers best work
in my hands meant alot and how I presented it
would either cement my position as conductor
and producer or ruin me me as an sloppy ill tempered person..
He last called me "Minzzokk Atterberg" It mad
me angry knowing he knew my name and called me out of it.
her compliments made me wish she was mine. I believe I feel in love with her
the moment she said "Hello"! Speaking of his counterpart introducing him
to the Critic.
History will judge me I'm finally told,
when greatness will be mine to behold;
this naked truth has always reflected my intent...
nobody has ever been able to muzzle any sentiment.
Negative criticism can't eat away my spontaneous creativity,
and diminish this inwardly intricacy;
and if irascibility seems irrepressible...
no irony is found in relevant words that are totally irrefutable.
History will judge me for my free will,
examining my morals and authenticity,
and by its own standard, acclaim me as they will...
even for my fluent and expressive verses of sincerity.
Belying is not the mendacious creed I profess,
intolerant of inequality, inflamed by fairness...
expelling deeds of duplicity that impinge on truthfulness;
and the imbecile, like the scoundrel, still practices insolence.
History will judge me for my temperament: sad, jaunty,
jolly, jocose, comical, querulous, lonesome and moody;
and should it immortalize me among its chosen literati...
this honor I will accept with acclamation and dignity.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
,
The flowers like yellow topaz
Keep swaying in the breeze;
Such integrity Nature has
Alone with no pause and cease.
Let’s follow the Mother;
Let’s gather her integrity;
She alone knows forever
What’s called chastity.
Forget the people;
Forget the mob;
Garner your ripple;
Unleash your sob.
Let your sweetest sob
Create always something new;
Let the malicious mob
Know of its vaudeville view.
Let them envy,
Let them snarl;
Let them ill be;
Let them criticism hurl.
Many things shall take place,
But allow you trust self;
Mind, they’ll never show grace;
They’ll never offer help.
Whenever you are creative,
More criticisms will arise;
Still, you need to stay positive
To allow them return with sighs.
Learn from the flowers,
Leaning yet strong;
Open the doors of your bowers,
For creating song after song.
Why do I care more about others than myself?
Isn't a rightful liaison a duty to give away a joy that
isn't perspicuously mine or should it be considered so?
And that brings up this poignant and perplexing question:
how to cope with criticism and still subdue my self-ego ignored?
Friends approach me and say with a sympathetic tone,
" You need to put aside some time to enjoy yourself,
to detach yourself for a while from the worries,
and troubles you constantly see in everyone;
more than anything else, take care of yourself! "
Would such friendly and egotistic words agree with my humane mentality?
It will make things worse, not better as I move forward to achieve social well-being;
I have been known to have taken the shirt off my back without hesitating,
and provide advice and care even in a small way to ease a friend's burden;
I been called gullible and definitely the nicest person alive unable to tell a lie!
Living for others is a commitment obliged by must,
I will gladly divide a loaf of bread and not take a single slice...
and I will be satisfied only when they are full and smile;
if saints have done that: going to bed hungry to feed the neediest,
shouldn't I act in the same way, instead of looking away and not serenely sleep?
Many not agreeing with me, may come forward with their vague view;
I will tell them without complicated words...without explaining actions for doing such deeds;
nobody will sway me from acting on instinct when the needy's courage is not bold...
selfishness is a shameful attitude in front of poverty...an ugly word, a presumed virtue!
Let them wonder and be amazed how I choose generosity over my self-ego ignored!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Ccrisci
I am in a room,
With a brush and a broom.
Casually looking into the window,
But unable to see the rainbow.
My eyes unable to comprehend,
For the window was stained.
Clouded with colours of bleakness,
Darkened by Disappointments,
Reddened by Rejection,
Dimmed by Dejection,
Smudged by Self-doubt,
And Clouded by Criticism in and out.
My mind hovered back,
When things weren't so abstract.
The window was so clean,
That I could see future foreseen.
The rainbow was blooming bright,
As I viewed the world with great delight.
Suddenly I came back to senses,
I rose my brush as a reflex.
Maybe it just needed some cleaning,
As I thought deeming.
I looked again at the window of life,
Sure enough it needed healing all right.
27/03/23
NOTE: Inspiration taken by Book:- Attitude is everything by Jeff Keller
You need to find a learning curve
So you do not sway and swerve
Into trouble that you find
Each and every single time
You start making jokes and fun
When you look and see someone
Who is just a little different
You start having a judgement
When they do not act or look
Like you--your throwing a book
Of bad manners their direction
With disdain and criticism
You shout vulgar and untasteful words
Bringing a bad sting of hurt
To those who just want to be
Part of a society
That will accept and not shun
Being caring--not poke fun
At people trying to live
In a world that wants to give
Everyone a chance to find
Happiness on down the line
BY acceptance of others
Remember we're all sisters and brothers
In this world -- it would be great
Not to show any more hate
People ask why? Why do you express?,
Why do you wear your heart on your chest?,
Why do you even bother to explain?,
When people already know, don't you think it's a waste?,
Yet, I have always believed, we must be reminded,
We repeatedly re-member, in order to guide us,
What some see as simple, or sounds stupid to say,
Must be replanted in our hearts to remind us again,
We are a habit forming people, we repeat all the time,
That jolt brings us back, it reconstructs our mind,
We look back at our choices, we look back on our mistakes,
It monitors our growth, we check our hearts this way,
I believe anything I share, I need to hear it too,
I say it out of love for me and for you,
Words that come from the soul matter in this life,
Whether or not they sound wrong or right,
It's the breath of freedom that uncovers the truth,
A declaration of the heart concerning the next step we choose,
So I'll take that constructive criticism, that perspective, that idea,
It may not concern me at the moment, but it might next year,
There sat in opulent xanadu, the
demagogue of empirical hedonism,
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:
gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion,
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism.
The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales,
the proclaimed young heir, stood far from the course of sceptical euphemism;
The heir apparent had a historical encounter with Wallis Warfield Simpson by fatalism,
by wooing Wallis, the royal blood encountered, clangorous cynical criticism.
The resultant mayhem broke, the blue- blood became the bottleneck of idealism;
sagacious, was brooding strategies to be the prototype of unprecedented heroism.
The proclaimed marriage faced vehement oppositions:
encompassing : religious, political, legal and moral objections.
The outright denial to accept Wallis as the king's consort, broke the anticipated rebellion,
Edward's refusal to give her up, led to his final abdication.
When was quite apparent, he could not marry his beloved Simpson,
finally settled to rebuke the throne from etched imperialism as emancipation.
The man of the hour was then entitled "the Duke of Windsor", a transformation stunned the world and wrote an unprecedented statement in chronicle after abdication.
Edward VIII, once epitome of monarchism, became an ideal icon of asceticism.
A sybarite, turned commoner by deserting the successive chair of the british kingdom to wed his ladylove;
a tale of unprecedented impeccable loyalism.
The abdicator's epitaph on Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore,
is still bearing in indelible transcription,
the testimony of an uncustomary love saga of renunciation.
An epoch making transformation, decades have ever witnessed from iconic monarchism to transcendental loyalism:
through unprecedented renouncement
of the bequeathed throne
to array chronicle's unrivalled iconoclasm.
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