Gone To No Longer Matter

Calm down.
Take deep slow breaths.
Sit or get up to walk around.
And see for yourself.
Nolonger does it matter.
Who has been evaluated,
As being capable, competent.
Or deceives intentionally.
Does it?

What has risen to unforeseeable heights,
Is the rising cost...
Of allowed to permit human madness!

Nolonger does it matter,
Who had been born to identify them...
By ethnicity or color of skin.
Or accepted to approve,
A teaching taught to lie habitually.
With skill and applied expertise.
From a beginning that has no end.
And boundless.
With no restrictions to reach.

To who.
Or whom these days,
Does that reality matter?

A greeding to feed a need to have power.
Has created a World wide mess.
Digested to manifest more.

Why stress?
Calm down!
Yes.
Take deep slow breaths.
Too many have been made,
Worthless despensible pawns.
In this game of 'check-mate' chess.
Reeking of bull manure at its best!

And those few believing,
Their activity would leave them...
Strutting rulers to control,
Over humanity strong and bold?
May try but can not possibly forever hide,
The feeling of defeat.
Completely erased,
From their numbed minds.
Or honestly can claim,
Themselves victorious.
Done with a proving of what?
Themselves and the Earth,
They can destroy as if toys.

Like children bullying others,
Until the cheering fades away.
Along with those once victimized,
By foes who now see...
They too had been played!
Piece by piece.
Until betrayal is displayed.

'No...way?'

Yes way.
So...
Calm down.
Take deep slow breaths.
There is no need to get upset.
Chill out, relax and see for yourself,
How we all have been used as tools.
To practice upon by the very ones,
Too focused upon obtaining power.
A power that devours,
Any sympathy to receive...
An empathy for their patheticness?
Who is it that teaches,
Forgiveness given to give it...
Opens wider the gates,
To waltz into Heaven?
The image of it is powerful.
Yet no one has verified,
That action actually takes place.

Yet incapable to acknowledge,
Or be aware of common sense to use.
But...
Even the best,
Of our own decisions to scutinized...
Few of us would announce with pride,
For making ourselves public fools?

Who knew this would be,
The main objective!
For impressions to imitate,
Intelligence to have it idiots.
And followers who support,
Their distorted mentalities.

Did you?
Or could you imagine yourself,
Being so crazed for attention to get...
You would tie your own mother,
To active railway tracks?
And if you did...
After going through all of that,
Does it matter?

'Does what matter?'

POWER TO HAVE IT!

'Why are you screaming?

And...
If it did to you today really matters?
Tell me this,
Who has the power...
To return your normal life back?
Or abnormally dysfunctional.
Which ever had been your preference.
Think of that and calm down!
Before blowing a fuse.
At your own expense!

'Me?
You not me has done the screaming.'

Can you once listen,
Without paying attention to details?

'God?
If I may...
I would like this request,
Prioritized by YOU?
Is it possible you could speed up,
Whatever YOUR plans are...
For this Earth in dire need,
To become a better example...
Of YOU being everywhere all the time.
Because...
If we are the best of YOUR creations,
Many minds have been long detached...
From that vine to prove it!'

And what is that suppose to mean?

'To you?
Cross your fingers.
Who knows when...
That reconnection comes to happen!'

I'm almost close,
To finding your comments humorous.