Accusations
Accusations,
Pour from the mouths...
Of those soured,
By others who do not accept
Excuses.
Insecurities exposed yet nurtured,
Are more damaging if gone ignored!
Than to believe they become the responsibility...
Of the ones victimized by them.
As if shared property...
To protect and keep covered.
As if precious gems.
And if this does not happen,
Accusations begin.
Relationships are ruined.
Allowing rumors to flourish...
With a process that should not have started.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never To Be Experienced
Those afraid to admit their wrongs...
To protect deepening mental insecurities,
Have done to themselves much injustice.
And it is with frustrations...
Accusations with excuses kept,
That a potential for a higher consciousness...
For them is never to be experienced.
But self induced confusion,
Continues to flourish with the feeding of an ego.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often Finding Excuses
There is one thing that accusations tossed,
Always seem to prove.
Those that are often finding excuses to use them,
Do it to protect their insecurities...
From exposing a lack of self esteem.
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It Is Best to Be Cautious
Some folks believe they benefit,
By protecting their insecurities.
As if they are hidden.
And others can not see.
Or know those insecurities,
Have a life of their own.
And have been given the 'authority'
To express themselves!
And publicly breathe.
But when those insecurities,
Begin to plop on another's integrity...
There is no sense to defend them.
Feelings once spared,
Are no longer given a chance.
And egos become wounded.
And those romanced exaggerations,
About life...
Become stung,
By someone who intends to deliver...
A bitter nasty tongue done.
And there is no regret.
It is best to be cautious,
In these situations.
Especially when accusations,
Begin to sprout wings and fly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
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Running Out Of Wind
Running out of wind,
And...
Accusations.
That merry-go-round is slowing down.
And those who have become bored with it...
No longer find the scenery,
Appetizing enough...
To keep returning for revisits.
Running out of wind,
And...
Accusations.
A promise to speed up the ride is dismissed.
People just want to put an end to it.
They demand to get off.
That's it...
They quit!
Running out of wind,
And...
Accusations.
Running out of wind,
And listening with patience...
To those blowing it consistently,
Until a boredom has set in!
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Investing Our Hearts
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
Keep it respected,
And it will not neglect.
Take it for granted...
And from you it will have left!
Because it is given unconditionally...
Don't begin to attach conditions.
Or an exit it will find to leave.
As warm as it can get...
It can also begin to freeze.
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
Another was allowed to touch it.
And squeezed it to see if it could bleed.
A renovation of that act took place...
To heal a damaging heartbreak it had to face.
And that was done,
To enable it to become ready again...
For someone selected to accept it.
Not dissect it from within.
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
Enjoy it and in time it will be yours to keep!
That I promise.
Since what is felt for you is getting deep!
Do not mistake this love you see.
It is not yours to abuse like a piece of property.
And let's together increase the value,
Investing our hearts in its validity.
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Accusations are made directly to Rome about theologians from persons who are not theologians. Some of these accusations are anonymous. The local bishop should be the one to relate to theologians to determine orthodoxy.
quote by Godfried Danneels
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Scathing
Many years ago you went out of your way,
To ruin me, my happiness and relationships I had...
With friends, family and peaceful acquaintances!
Through the use of rumors and allegations,
You began slanderous accusations.
And delighted to know I had broken down in tears.
Emotionally shattered...
As my associations crumbled to eventually scatter.
Nothing of that mattered to you.
You had something to prove!
Regardless if that was the wrong thing to do!
And I have not forgotten that at all.
In fact,
I sat back to watch you gain notoriety.
Establishing yourself in local and national societies...
Crediting your 'abilities' based on lies!
Those years have gone by now.
And still you sit...
Surrounded by artifacts,
Collected by you and your band of misfits!
Trapped within that mausoleum.
Unfit for those of true creative habits!
And as my reputation mends...
I send to you my condolences and sympathy,
That will not protect you from your sins!
I have forgiven you.
However...
The forgetting is not going to happen.
Not today or anytime soon!
You are one bitch I wish to see suffer!
Oh yes...
This is meant to be scathing!
You can not be buried deep enough,
For the heat I desire you to feel!
You planted seeds for my destruction, '
From instructions false from the start!
You set out to break my heart!
But 'that' has always belonged to God!
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Fixed In A Stubbornness
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
Every warning face with messages delivered,
They have ignored.
Every chance to self examine with an honesty,
Has been refused to explore...
The maintaining of wishes they can not dismiss.
They view themselves as having 'character'.
And not suffering from severe defective mental illness.
Fantasized with a clinging onto old myths,
Has not only continued to destroy with obviousness...
The value lacking they have in all of their relationships.
Their addictions fixed in a stubbornness,
Will not open their eyes to become aware of this.
But accusations stay and with them to exist,
With a blaming of others for their own failures.
And a hope they have to change their leadership,
With a strengthening of their myths...
Will erase their pains they have self inflicted,
As well as relinquish them...
From all aspects of their foolishness to add even more,
Sweetness.
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The Results Of Truth In Action
Never had I had the opportunity,
To have others rally in support...
Of my deluded accusations.
Nor have people rushed to my defense,
Based upon allegations I falsely made.
And after witnessing this in a process done,
By the ones who have had some come to their aid...
I can say with a gratefulness,
Happy am I that I have not been tempted...
To lie on others.
Paying the ultimate price,
To have time correct those wrongs to make right...
For those who have been victimized,
Does not achieve what deceivers expect...
When one's mental and physical health become subjected,
To live lives others can eventually see for themselves...
The results of truth in action.
Requiring little, if any, judgement needed to pass.
A payback delivered is in the proof of observation.
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I am ready to accept all accusations, allegations, anger - but I have to succeed.
quote by Boris Trajkovski
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Some Are So Creative
When some folks begin...
To make excuses.
It is a process for them,
That never ends.
They keep making excuses,
To use and abuse their family and friends.
In an addicting process...
Predictable!
Eventually identified as lies.
And applied over and over again.
Some are so creative,
As to make people believe...
Those who can see through this,
Are wrong not to comprehend...
An obvious illness,
Hidden within!
And why excuses for them exist.
Going on in their minds,
Without the slightest resistance...
Time after time.
And then comes the campaign...
To discredit and bad mouth others.
Either stating someone believes,
They have opinions that are not concrete.
When anyone who has ever made contact with them...
Notices too late,
They too have been wrapped up in a waste of time...
Helping the excuse maker to defend!
Only to find themselves in public disagreements.
And having the innocent eyes of a pathological liar...
Gaining sympathy from those,
Who had not been over time exposed!
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Accepting To Protect False Beliefs
The telling of lies told and sold,
To deny in a hiding of one's insecurities...
Does not prevent,
An increasing mental instability...
As witnessed by those,
Not only experiencing buyer's remorse...
But shows the ones who have lied,
Responsible for much that has gone...
Misunderstood most of their lives,
While fighting against denials.
And today...
There is no way of escaping,
With a possibility on either side of truth...
To correct relationships destroyed to redo,
By accepting to protect false beliefs as done.
Or can fix to mend anyone's heart broken,
Of those victimized who have forgiven.
Since they will never be able to erase in time,
From their minds...
The effects of what has happened to them.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known.
Accepting to protect,
False beliefs...
Doesn't shadow,
A truth that's known...
To keep those from being aware,
With a clearing of polluted air.
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Praying On Their Knees
The increase of self righteousness,
Shown by those deep in deceptive...
False claims and accusations made,
Is clearly on the surface now.
Hightening tensions amongst those of 'faith'.
But afraid they are.
Proving their faith to be fake!
And from this there is no escape that erases.
And for anyone choosing,
To remain smothered in denial...
With hopes that what is being exposed,
Is a trick to dispose of their fantasies...
Are closer than they realize,
To experiencing truth accompanied by realities.
Leaving the increase,
Of those of self righteous beliefs...
Deep in the thick of deceptive false claims.
And accusations made.
While those praying on their knees,
Hoping truth from them will vanish...
To forever go away and permanently leave,
Should prepare to be traumatized...
For the rest of their lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Most Folks Stuck Floating On Stubborn Ego Trips
Someone has filled your head,
With their beliefs you accepted as reality.
This gave you a comfort you did not research.
And whatever it was that had been implanted,
You've been clinging onto it since your birth.
Evidence has proven your point of view to be deluded.
But you insist to enlist explanation to include with excuses.
A self examination would have corrected what has been done.
But you laugh this off as if to distance from the seriousness.
You've befriended insecurities and immaturity too.
And nurturing both has not been to your benefit.
Nor accusations made about others being cruel to you.
No!
A truth pursued has never been your priority.
And to know it now would only leave you deeper in conflict.
You're sick!
And the unfortunateness of this...
You seem to hang onto it as if it validates your existence.
Like most folks stuck floating on stubborn ego trips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Would I Convince?
What are you doing?
'I've awakened this morning,
Deciding I would get serious.'
Serious?
Serious about what?
'My creative abilities.
And expand upon my capabilities.'
I thought you were applying that?
Haven't you been serious?
'Naw,
I was just testing a few ideas.
A few concepts.
Now...
I am ready to begin to unleash my talents.'
So what is that you are doing?
'I've begun to scratch the surface!
How else should I start.
How else should I begin?
I am removing the dust from it now.'
What about the people?
'What people?
What about them?
The people who believe,
They've 'already' been exposed to your 'gifts'...
Those...
Talents?
Or whatever they are called.
'My gifts?
Exposed?
I haven't unwrapped them yet!
Who has been spreading these rumors?
Folks aint got nothing else to do but lie?
OH?
Oh...
They believe my rehearsals,
Have been the real deal!
Hopefully I will be forgiven,
When I reveal the actual product!
And I've got several to launch.
I forgot!
People will accept 'anything' remotely expressing 'talent',
As the real deal.
Wow.
I have to remind myself about that.
Don't you say a word to anyone about this.
You hear me? '
Even if I did...
Who would I convince?
There are some people who actually believe,
They've been exposed to your greatest work.
'LOL...
Ssshhh,
I know.
LOL...
I know!
Stop it,
My stomach hurts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Less Involved In It
If you lived your life right,
Doing something on a daily basis...
You cared to do and liked.
Would I be the one still privy to your complaints?
Would you find more or less excuses,
To proclaim what I am not.
With accusations of what I ain't?
If you lived 'your' life right,
Would you be more inclined...
To restrain your draining,
Of any happiness others find!
Or will you discover,
Your mind has been confined?
And if you did live your life right...
Would you noticed what others did,
From morning until noon.
With your eyes fixed on their nights?
Or would you be too busy,
In the enjoyment shared with friends?
Giving and receiving,
That which you have yet to get...
To lend to blend in!
Because that life you 'say' you live,
Has you less involved in it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the most public of places
When one survives after being victimized,
By those who lie habitually...
To boost themselves above insecurities,
Hidden deeply.
It is best to let them and their evil deeds go.
A surviver who rises above and beyond this,
Eventually knows truth bestows.
This they know.
And with this they grow.
Those unknowing of one's malfunctions,
Will witness one day how they are exposed.
In the most public of places.
And the one victimized by such false lips,
Will show how a life lived with a faith that exists...
Rises high detached from conflicts.
With a maintaining of a happiness that reflects,
From inside what has been there and real.
And this becomes freed of any secrets revealed.
'Oh my!
What I heard and was led to believe,
Has been deceit all this time?
What is in the mind of those who undermine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are We Going To Blame Next?
Those liberals with their left wing,
Spend and handout point of views
With their special interest values
To be at every groups' beck and call.
Doting over 'those' people declaring
Affirmative action and quotas
Provide balances for hiring, firing
And housing needs!
'Yeah...right!
And if it wasn't for the conservatives,
With their right wing philosophies...
We might not be facing a complete
Economic devastation.
And those terrorists we've been fighting,
Enticed the corruption on Wall Street.
Well...
Who are we going to blame next?
Looks as if we've run out of deceit, alibis and excuses!
And the 'enemies' are buying up all the devalued property...
As well as providing us loans to keep up our facade.
The times aren't what they use to be,
When it was simple and easy...
To get anyone to believe our accusations.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not a One
I don't accept excuses.
None.
Not a one.
Who do I think I am?
One that does not accept excuses.
Not a one.
Given.
Or forced to take on demand!
I don't accept excuses.
None will I take...
To receive.
Since I don't make them.
For you or anyone,
To believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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