Sliced Bread…
Whole Wheat And Toasted.
Buttered With Jam,
And Munched.
Either With Tea, Punch…
Or Just Plain Water For Lunch!

Sliced Bread…
With Cheddar Cheese And Tomato.
Add Romaine Lettuce,
Topped With Fried Strips Of Bacon.
This Too Will Certainly Do.

It Would Be Wonderful To Recognize Our Failings,
And Immediately Correct Them.
Or Face The Truth And Deal With Our Insecurities.
But We Are Suspended Within Mentalities To React,
Too Quickly!
We Are Prepared To Defend Such Conditions…
We Find Ourselves In,
Much Too Fast!

Offended We Are And Preconditioned To Attack,
And Not Listen.
Becoming Less Respected Because We Disrespect.
For Purposes That Generate A Reflected Unhappiness.
Handed Down From One Generation To The Next.
To Annoint Our Fears To The Innocent.
Hardening Their Hearts Before They Are Ready To Speak.

He Is Not Perceived To Be A Leader.
And Perhaps The Reason For That Is…
He Does Not Seek Red Meat To Eat.
Nor Is He Drooling And Leashed…
With A Six Foot Chain That’s Padlocked.
And He Does Not Bark Demands.

He Speaks Intelligently,
About The Concerns Of The People.
And They See Him As Weak…
Since The Others Rather Kill Themselves,
To Show Their Sacrifices On The Streets.
To Prove How They Handle Conflict.
And He Makes Attempts,
To Show Them How Sick This Is!

If I Did Not Miss You
I Would Not Lay Awake,
Convincing Myself I Hate You.
And I Would ‘Never’

Give You That Satisfaction,
Of Knowing How Much I Am Concerned.
Because I Am Not!
I Could Care Less.

I Am Not Suppose To Be The One Sentimental.
And I Hope It Doesn’t Show.
God Knows I Stay Rehearsed…
Not Being Too Emotionally Diverse.

And I Pray My Demeanor,
Does Not Leak Sentimentality.
Or Expresses A Weakness,
Desiring To Be Touched!
In Those Still Hot Places.

Freed To Parade Ideals And Charade
As An Attack Is Made,
To Dismantle And Fade Its Greatness
They Babble On In Divisions

As Intentional Conflicts
Chip Away Common Sense
While An Intensified Diminishing
Orchestrates An Ending To Their Existence

When Is A Bad Judgement…
Not A Bad Judgement Made?
When That Decision Affects,
Someone Of Another Color?
When That Person Becomes Justified…
To Do What Ones Wishes.
But Not What One Should Do,
As Correctly Applied.
So Much Of This Hypocrisy,
Is Blatant Nonsense That Exists.
And That Is The Reason,
There Are Expressions Of Dissatisfactions.
Disrespect Of Values.
And A Rise In Disturbing Conflicts.

And Those Who Inflict Their Self Righteousness…
Are Explicitly Guilty For Causing All Of This

There Is Something Being Presented
That Clearly Separates From The Truth.
It Doesn’t Have To Be Spoken.
It Is Observed And Felt.

Something Is Disconnecting.
And It Is Okay That It Leaves And Goes Away.

The Choice Is Quite Clear.
On One Side Are Those,
Of Decadent Minds.
Breeders Of Secrets And Deceit.
Experienced At It.
And They Want Their Defects Known.

On The Other Hand…
You Have Those Who Are Thoughtful And Concern.
Honest With Their Assessments.
And Do Not Deny,
There Are Lessons They Need To Learn.

What Do You Mean,
I Am Not The Same Person,
You Though You Knew?
I Am That Person…
Whether You Knew Me Or Not.
Nothing About Me Has Been In Hiding.
But This Game You Have Been Playing With Consistency?
With Spells Of Hide And Seek.
And Self Centered Ego Tantrums?
Has Grown Tired To Accept In My Adulthood.
One Of Us Has To Take Off The Mask.
That Is Probably The Reason You Don’t Recognize Me.
You’ve Been Playing Me For So Long,
You Didn’t Bother To Realize We Both Had Grown Up!
I Did.
And That Me You Knew…
Is Not That Me You’d Like For Me To Be!
The Only Thing That Has Not Changed…
Is The Approach To Your Tired Game