Confused is a way people can control your mind, making you believe in all kinds of lies.
Confused is a way to make you feel small, like an ant that is small and unable to fight.
Confused is a word that people use, to insult or make you believe you are unintelligent.
Confused is a way to control your life, leaving you unable to see the light.
God told us of these people, the ones that want to leave you confused, unable to see the light and love of God.
God is the way the light and the path home, from all the confusion that seeks to keep us in the dark.
Stay confident and not confused, follow your prayers home to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Gagged by the navy neck-tie crowned upon him by the last soldier, the businessman precariously waltzes the death march down into “Sam’s Greens and Grains”, a specialty salad shop that locally sources lettuce from Upstate and everything else from a Houston retailer – an obvious choice for a death row meal…yum…plastic forks taint the flavorful bites into an experience similar to the lighting in the daytime dwellers dungeon – harsh, catalytic and monotonous but yet another day passes through the consciousness of the unlucky ones, flickering a spark of ambition to do something, be someone or feel a step above content however with no wick to ignite, the wind takes ahold of the spark and shuns it reminding him to resume the nightmare of day-to-day livelihood of spreadsheets, unintelligent jargon and empty coffee mugs
eh maybe tomorrow we’ll try Chipotle for lunch
At Nobody’s funeral no guests appeared
No priest came to serve the last rites
No one sent flowers, no one volunteered
To carry the coffin outside
So what’s about funeral, is it a hoax?
It does seem like hallucination
Or one of those flat unintelligent jokes
Some share to get brief attention
If it’s real, I’d like to attend, count me then
I’ll come, if you have the address
We'll bury that ever-recurring old man
Who caused such a terrible mess
He shall be buried as soon as it takes
Just tell me the date, send a scheme
But this time it shouldn’t be any mistakes
I must be assured if its him
Whose soul was as hollow as trunk of a reed
Who had nothing to say but the lies
Fake and evil was pretty much all that he did
What a joy that he finally dies
A solace of freedom and peace comes again
After war people like to feel free
We cannot be judged for the crimes of armed men
Much too busy with love are we
Nobody is dead, breaking news on the top
Swan Lake’s on the TV all day
Four little cygnets are dancing non stop
Odette in the wings drinks champagne.
If A + C = D
Then B + E is 3?
If this was math, the sum of it would be 6
Now how unintelligent is this?
Math Test??
2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Millennials standing most assured
need no knowledge of the war
Too evolved, won’t be anymore,
Yet lessons prevent they ignore
For war was long before their time
and now all are living fine
how or why not on their mind
assured all war is left behind
Oh how dumb and naive they sit
refusing vision to help predict
unlearning our repeated habit
as though a choice to conflict
See war is not always chosen
the survivors are not selected
War is a need to oppose them
Survive or naturally rejected
Every century, every place,
every grouping, every race,
every intention, every faith,
war returns, war we face
And war will kill the ignorant
wipe them out so fast
ignorance to war and,
it’ll be your last
You won’t evolve just follow circles
overtime repeat resurface
think you’re clever, just a circus,
your attitude, your life, surplus
They who think they don’t need war
will perish and be no more
refusing know-how ignorant course
destined to lay dead on floors
See war is not what we want
but it is what we do
stop being a millennial pons
unintelligent and screwed
My beat heart beats
Like a ticking time bomb
Ready to deplete
Ready to compete
With all the other
lonely hearts club bands
To try to withstand
All the pressurized unintelligent formal
Untrue truths that measure my informal being among this simplicit surface I stand upon
The pitter patter of my irregular heart
Sounds like taps when death finally does us part
This notion of intelligence .... How we assume lack of knowledge indicates none , but don't question unintelligent by not willing to give in to facts . Intelligent but can't understand reality , relate to life . If you can see the bigger picture and suss it . If you can shine , but not be dimmed by yo environment . When you can brake down and be enhance , enriched by another with less achievements . Intelligence means to learn quickly , but arrogance limites learning and growth . To question intelligence is to question humility .
IT’S WHAT IT IS …
If every day you sleep in church; you may not know God
You are not necessarily spiritual; but you are pious
If you’ve grade 99.9%, you’re not most educated; but you’ve first class
You are what you are, and it’s what it is
When she exhibits temperance, then she is neither lustful nor concupiscent
When she’s apparently courageous, she’s neither hotheaded nor irascible
When she adds reason in action, oh yes she be prudent
She is what she is, and it’s what it is
Because he drives he is a driver
And in so far as he plays the flute, ‘flutist’ captures him
Because he plays well the inflated round leather, dub him a footballer
For that is what he is, and it’s what it is
Assuming I be easily deceived and very unintelligent; am foolish and simpleton
What if I be a schmuck or schnook, pity me for I am stupid!
Honest description depicts reality; but malevolent eulogies do not
They give either sheer flattery or mere insults; all in all, it is what it is
Yes! You’re good, because you are
You’re bad, just because you really are
Always, words may not express aptly
But come what may, it’s what it is!
Being incarcerated in my prime.
Constantly following the wrong crowd.
Not making me or my family proud.
Constantly listening to any unintelligent individual.
Who doesn't care if my life becomes miserable.
Constantly not gaining education.
To gain the world appreciation.
Constantly making negative decisions.
That leads to death and prisons.
Constantly going through uneccessary pain.
That no one would ever wish to obtain.
Constantly accepting defeat.
Being to lazy to lift myself back on my own two feet.
Constantly looking for an easy route.
That leads to an endless drought.
Constantly not listening to people advice.
That doesn't even cost a price.
Constantly robbing myself of success.
Not living up to my absolute best.
Constantly being involve in crime
Is not worth my time.
Cough, blood everywhere, sneeze
Rotten flesh, wracked in disease
Brainless, basic instinct to eat
Cannibal, horror that they greet
Wanderer, on the road to no where
Dead eyes, unintelligent stare
Groan, the cry of death
Violence, like a junkie on meth
Shuffle, lack of balance
Virus, for the living zero tolerance
Decay, everyone will die
Apocalypse, the time is nigh
Legend says their eyes are the gateways to their kind, gentle souls,
They give sight to the blind and help the wheelchair bound run again,
They find the lost and heal the sick,
They are the best listeners and teachers,
Ive seen this majestic creature save a child before he had a seizure,
My own life has been saved by these Gentle giants,
They seek a true life long friendship and love from us,
Sometimes they are misunderstood as aggressive, dangerous or unintelligent,
This is so far from the truth,
As a wise cowboy once said " there are no bad horses, just horses with bad expiernces and habits",
they need a friend who is compatible with their personality to handle them and love them,
they all deserve a second chance like they have given us,
now its our turn to save them like they have saved us,
its time for us to be the horses guardian angles.
Copyright ©2014 MeganHuntington
Our appearance
said we are
intelligent
and our attitude
applauded more.
Yes,that is
extremely
unprecise.
Now is the hour for
action.
Pick pencil,pen and
paper
that we may know
the Lionel Messi
that will have the
golden boot.
You thought you are
the Shakespeare
or the John Dalton
of science,
Your hand must tell.
You must be like
Trajon.
If you made pillow
and bed
your best friends,
do you think you are
the one
to get the pin inside
a deep blue sea?
Answers won't fall
like manna,
unless you seek it
earlier.
We all are not
unintelligent.
But that alone can't
give success.
For success is
determination
and determination
is success.
The need to be as
determined as WWE
Taker
is necessary for the
being first.
If any question is
hard out to crack,
we too must be as
stubborn as ram.
Among the billions
of us,one is require.
Then,the rest will
kiss the ground.
Display your talent
for even when you
fail
"a bull will be given
to you"
REPETITION Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5
REPETITION
Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -
OF
A well educated, upper class,
POLISH PRINCESS,
A real Beauty,
and that of
an uneducated, low class,
unintelligent, Canadian derelict.
A Frog!
Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
The Princess has provided very little information.
A lot of insight though.
This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.
Imprisoned
Am I, by the voracious appetite, the relentless grasp of love.
Goaled, caged – a prisoner of love’s illusions of, it’s reality for.
I am unable to extricate myself from the shackles that bind me to.
The fetters of my love for, hold me, ever so firmly, in their grip.
I realize that I have the key – it is in my head – to set myself free. It has, it does come to me, oh so often !, ringing in my ears, in my brain, in my heart, hanging so harshly before my eyes “ you will never be my boyfriend, never my lover ” – “ you are not of my class ” ( social rung of the societal ladder ), - “ you are not on my level ” ( level of education ), - “ you are not a man I desire ” ( have any feelings for ), - “ you are stupid – unintelligent ”, “ you have no brain, don’t use your brain ”, “ you don’t listen to me, you don’t understand anything, know anything ”, “ you are to old, can’t change ” ( to become my creation ? ), “ I do not believe you ! ” ( am I a liar ?, a con man ?, a bullshitter ?, a manipulator ?, am I like all the other men you have been involved with ?, etc., etc. ),
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