A Collective And Normal Mindset
Laws created as they are,
Could be interpreted to many...
As making little sense.
Especially when those,
Who preside over them...
Have difficulty explaining,
Just where that thin line begins.
Getting thinner but far from relinguishing,
To diminish an ultimate end.
Something that naturally grows,
And is 'illegally' smoked.
Is considered to be a federal offense.
With the locking up behind bars,
For bringing a harm, if done, to folks.
With the filling up of prison cells,
At the taxpayer's expense.
Which makes perfect sense.
To those earning a living...
Marketing a lucrative decadence.
With a revolving done of their doors.
However...
Someone who commits mass murder,
Is not only granted psycological treatment.
But a background check...
For anything to prove a dysfunctional childhood.
Which is eventually used,
To provide one empathy and a defense one gets.
A miscarriage of justice?
Whoever they are to became attracted,
To allow the birth of this ludicrous twistedness...
Are the ones who should be accused,
And scrutinized for not using adequate birth prevention.
And yet...
Those who are labelled as dissidents,
Are considered to pose the greatest threat...
To such standards that are valued to those,
With a collective and 'normal' mindset projected...
To protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Making of a Dollar
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
And in 'those' days...
A having of dignity and pride,
Was shown and not denied.
And depending on who you are...
A pride taken in oneself,
Will be labelled conceit and arrogance.
Again...
This depends one how one is depicted.
And 'what' one represents.
To emphasis those values...
Only when they seem to be demeaned,
By a targeted class of people hip hopping on the scene...
Society chooses to belittle and disrespect.
With a media microscoping to defame and diminish.
However...
Those same values are not kept,
When addressing those who believe they are above others...
When marketing their disgrace,
To advertise high on billboards, movies...
And other 'money grabbing' ways up in everyone's face.
Standards valued today,
And what they 'should' be...
Have definitely changed,
From what those same values...
Applied yesterday.
Had been and use to be.
Before the making of a dollar,
Replaced the making of quality human beings.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At Your Expense
'A sense of common sense.'
'A funny mistake.'
Please go on.
Tell me is their more?
'A joke at your expense.'
'No harm intended.'
How can their be no harm if it's at my expense? '
'Well you see...'
'It just meant to cause laughter.'
I don't find it amusing.
And just who do you think you are?
'You can call me a friend.'
'I thought you knew that.'
Then why are you making fun of me?
'Because I love you.'
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Quick Possession
Insignificant they see themselves.
And a showing of this towards life as well.
Hollow and ungrateful feelings,
Taught and perceived by those whose beliefs...
Were dictated to them in environments,
Where they represent the people living in them.
Insignificant they see themselves.
Just like their parents who felt the same way.
With similar images of obtaining success,
As a quick possession of what they can get.
With a having of that which impresses,
No matter how easy such unrealities come to be lived.
Or what the judge says before sentencing them to prison.
A mindset fixed and conditioned to be self centered,
Is a mindset that lacks other values!
And those 'standards' by which they live...
Is obtained by the entertaining of decadence.
With such a marketing done that trivializes life...
And the significance of being human.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Serving and Isolated Mindset
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
Even those thought of as 'pros'
Have their mouths opened wide,
When they should be the ones closed.
Behind prison bars...
And their miscalculations fully exposed.
It is with their 'wisdom' or lack of it.
The entire world has become a pile of horse...
Manure!
And I'm sure you get the 'drift' of this?
And now there is a leader who has insured,
No longer will the suffering of the people be endured.
With an approach that lacks of arrogance.
But with an honesty to be believed!
And an absence of deceit,
To begin a healing...
He hopes will inspire a cure!
A bleeding of respect,
Those of experience for many years accepted...
At the cost of their own neglect!
Has caused this global mess.
And too many are left conscious...
To realize who created the feeding greed,
Of those who 'have'...
And the 'have nots' falling,
Through wider gaps with less.
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
And he has done his very best...
To represent a nation of people,
Who have become lost and upset!
In a delusional,
Self serving...
And isolated mindset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Take It Personally
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do.
And you are not blind,
To what they pursue!
With an awakened consciousness,
Here is what truth will prove...
Know they represent your environment.
And If I were you,
I'd assess the others living in it...
To see if there are signs,
Of a collective mindset...
That embraces a thought process,
That anyone possesses.
And this has not yet...
Been considered a crime.
And be cautious to what it is you exchange,
With anyone who seems 'sane' of mind!
Some folks have lips like leaking faucets.
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
People who do this have no idea,
You may be among the few...
Who are aware of what they do,
With an awakened consciousness.
However...
This is suggested!
Do not become suspected,
Of over using your point of view.
To then become publicly detected,
Of making attempts to walk tall...
With bright and unclouded eyes.
That are able to see through masquerade.
Or charades that are disguised.
Or those 'promised' opened doors,
Will suddenly slam close.
To then have you 'tarred and feathered'.
Or even perhaps fire hosed!
Or both.
Vicious are those who become exposed.
You have then to 'them' become the enemy.
One that has discovered a secret perceived,
No one sees.
A discovery of witnessing them...
And theirs and most of their kin,
As deceiving thieving busy bees.
Here's a scoop,
For those who have been duped.
Don't take it personally.
Those who believe themselves superior,
Have labelled you a fool!
Just be cool about it.
And observe and notice what real fools do.
Someday this may be of benefit to you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However It's Interpreted
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
And there's no need to nitpick,
It's what it is.
Whoever wants to take a risk,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it gets twisted,
It's what it is.
And gossipying wont change it,
It's what it is.
Whomever may not like it,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it isI
If we live we've got to pay,
It's what it is.
And paying dues no one escapes,
It's what it is.
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
And throwing fits makes little sense,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
And throwing fits makes little sense,
It's what it is.
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is.
It's what it is.
It's what it is!
However it's interpreted,
It's what it is!
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Where to Bathe and What to Eat!
Some choose to mask their insecurities,
By use of excuses and insults...
To reduce feelings of insignificance.
As if this shallowness exposed,
Replaces the obvious imposed.
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged...
By another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Those of strength are labelled arrogant.
Those of identity are often tagged nonconformists.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And on the other hand those living their lives,
On a daily basis...
Doing what they can to survive.
Could care less whose ego thrives,
Seeking to be massaged by another round of bravura.
Pampered in the approval of lies!
Just to nibble on sweetened pretentions.
To share from a vacuous hollowness!
And at someone else's expense.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
While those who scurry about with their lifted up noses...
Seek a place to close a door anywhere.
With anyone who agrees...
They are still able to indentify their sanity!
It may not be the accepted 'sanity'!
But at least they are supportive of one another!
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
And people who are marketing decadence,
Stuff their diseased guts...
With delusions of grandeur.
OR something they hold,
To make them feel better than someone lese.
There are folks living on our streets,
Trying to figure out how to shelter themselves.
Where to bathe and what to eat!
Caring less about their bad credit.
Or who refused them a loan,
Based upon nothing in collateral shown.
Since once valued pretentions have lost their asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
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The action carries a sense of incompleteness and frustration, but not of guilt. Victorious living does not mean perfect living in the sense of living without flaw, but it does mean adequate living, and that can be consistent with many mistakes.
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That Illness Is Obvious And Can Be Easily Cured
Perhaps in one's mind,
They would like to see things...
Remain the same,
Unchanged.
But the fact of the matter is...
From birth to childhood,
Nothing stays as it is!
And 'something' in the heads,
Of adults should click!
If Mother Nature sees to it,
That everything changes...
Why is anyone living to breathe air,
Upset with anything...
That is not permanently fixed?
Misunderstanding,
And a lack of comprehension...
Stays trapped inside of a mindset like that.
There is no sense in researching,
For the beginnings of confusion!
That illness is obvious and can be easily cured.
No one should be looking too far,
For the reason and cause of their problems!
That implementation was created,
For mankind 'alone' to ensure this endures!
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Eleventh Hour
Waiting until the eleventh hour,
To voice outrage, support and empathy...
May have little effect for habitual tactics,
To change what has been neglected for years.
And appearing clearly in one's own backyard.
To acknowledge the ignoring of truth,
Many have allowed to grow to produce...
Actions that upset,
Those gathering to defend and protect...
A right to believe lies kept to themselves,
Will not eventually catch up with them...
As if divinely protected.
Makes pointless their arguments.
And...
Clearly an absence of common sense.
But...
A feeding together upon such foolishness,
At their own expense...
Seems to have become their best activity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uncomprehending the Healing Aspects of Listening
Starting all over again to make things better,
Will do...
What?
Make things better?
And for who?
The very same people who allowed destruction?
Those responsible for the creation of conflict?
People refuse to identify themselves,
As the culprits!
Or deny they hand picked their own enemies.
To refer to them as terrorists.
Who began the outsourcing of jobs?
To send them away,
At the expense of cheaper labor.
Whose products were deemed inferior made?
So other products would be savored.
Who began the marketing of decadence?
To find money easier to be had and spent!
Who stood by to watch unruly children?
As disrespect was ushered in...
With a greeding of deceit,
Making a mockery of discipline!
And the rise of racism is on their own land.
The affects of this,
They themselves began.
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
Aren't these the same people who made it clear...
Their way of life was much endeared.
Aren't these the same people,
Who had values and standards...
Better than those they now say they fear?
What is it they wish to do?
Make things better?
And for who?
A self examination has of yet for them to begin.
This should be prioritized as a revelation for them.
But they remain in denial.
Uncomprehending the healing aspects of listening.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
A mindset rehabilitated,
Is what people need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Locked In Padded Cells
Remember those days when religion and politics,
Were said should not be mixed.
And those with their differences,
Had been the reason a greatness existed.
And opportunities to enjoy liberties,
Was a reality not to be questioned.
Well...
It certainly can not be the fault,
Of those who created such lofty ideals.
Or the appealing visions of those,
Who initiated what today is being opposed...
And considered to be utter nonsense.
Although the expense to continue conflicts,
Threatening those dreams once thought obtainable...
Seem to be lifted from something 'science fiction'.
And those fearing the visits from aliens,
Should themselves be strapped in strait jackets.
And locked in padded cells...
WITH whatever changing standards they value.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Isn't A Coincidence
Creatures of habit.
And receivers easily teased,
By temptations eventually addictive.
And convinced that a marketing of decadence,
Will someday raise them on pedestals...
To the gates of glory?
And brave in their battles...
To inflict their way of life! !
Well...
It isn't a coincidence,
That the building of more hospitals...
And the producing of more prison cells,
Has been a direct reflection of their philosophies.
And those gates envisioned surround mental institutions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hungry For Justice?
Justice system as told
Is made for the people
That will be a guiding light
To have fairness to everyone.
To the poor and the wealthy
The laws are the basis
To identify the violations
In the civilized society.
But is there sense of fairness
For those who are accused
By opening the leveling field
Regardless of economic status?
When the rich man is accused
Justice is intentionally delayed
Until the time will come
Case will be dismissed and forgotten.
I wish this is only a dream
And there’s no enough basis
That in our society
There’s double face of justice!
That upon waking up the truth
There are still many patriots
Who are fearless to reveal
The true spirit of Justice.
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Rebellista
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are criticized.
My eyes are too widely opened.
My empathy connects to humanity.
I witness injustices and quick to speak
I am affected emotionally,
With the grief I see on urban streets.
I've been called a rebellista.
Because I protest,
The affects of...
Subliminally applied,
Genocide.
And I am fated to be labelled.
As my activities are critized.
I am not considered a terrorist.
Or thought of to threaten as a spy.
I am just ignored and ostracized!
With a noneffective influence.
A leper considered to be one distanced.
'If you don't like it here...
Go back to from where you came.'
Says the minister on the streets...
During the performance of his outreach.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fed to Forget
No matter if you are poor or rich,
You will be scrutinized as tax fit.
And if you choose to see an analyst,
Be sure the analyst lives in your district.
And ask to help make sense of this...
Why are soldiers and teachers,
Never the ones to profit or considered to benefit?
When they are the ones to protect with interests...
The minds and bodies of others!
And the first to receive,
An observed disrespect!
And they are the ones that should receive the highest pay,
Anyone deservingly should get.
'Priorities have long left those,
With neglected mindsets!
Fed to forget...
Who makes it possible,
To feed and digest their spoiledness.
As they kick to the curb,
Those who keep protected their urges.'
There is no wonder why veterans and teachers spew,
Such pent up bitterness.
Leaving soldiers homeless and public schools a mess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Levels Already Delusioned
Interpretating what life should be,
On levels already delusioned...
By those doing their best to enforce their standards,
Upon the mindset of every living human being...
Begets only pain and sorrow,
To those who have created their existence...
For others to follow to eventually discover themselves,
Plagued by insecurities and self destruction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And, The Moral of This Story Is...
And,
The moral of this story is...
No matter what is done to improve your stride,
Your wish to achieve a success respected...
Will be considered a foolish move,
Amongst those who have lost direction.
As well as their sense of dignity.
Or a pride they have chosen to deny.
Any sign of decadence,
Has proven to be the choice...
Of those wishing to survive,
In a world that has become senseless!
Especially for the ones,
Believing themselves to be making forward movement.
And this they do,
As if 'right' is on their side!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enjoying The Freedom to Breathe
The Ten Commandments were not created,
To have subdivisions of laws initiated...
For the purposes to make those 'Commandments'
More obeyed.
There are Ten commandments and that should be it.
But those creating laws to choose to create their own,
To make those laws more legit.
And who has not broken 'any' of them?
Soon there will be a tax on relaxation.
You know...
The act of it!
Choosing to take a walk alone through the park.
Enjoying the freedom to breathe the remnants of fresh air...
Will someday be reason to become taxed.
Someone is going to initiate 'that' as a money maker!
And in the beginning...
Well,
Closer to it than we are now.
There were just '10' of those commandments to obey.
Today...
There is a Supreme Justice Department.
Justices of the Peace.
Attorney Generals.
Lawyers.
Local Police.
Ministers and Priests.
None of which,
Are able to stop, control or re-invent...
The marketing of decadence, deceit and flat out lies!
So...
Do not talk to me about your Christian values.
Or your Muslim ideologies.
And WHY is the Vatican in Rome.
And WHY is there only one Mary sitting at the Last Supper.
Where are all the women, huh?
Where are 'those' standards in effect and practiced?
And you tell ME to keep it real?
No!
I don't have a dollar for your cup of coffee!
And that's well over two dollars now.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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