Acts of Treason
When the applause leechers speak,
One relies and upholds a redundancy spoken...
While the other defies covered up lies.
And chooses to leave behind mindless speeches...
Repeating how a quality of life,
Is not depleting in a blight...
Churning in a spiral within one's sight!
And heading down the tubes...
Quicker than those excited,
Riding towards the end of a waterslide
That delights!
And obvious are real issues distracted,
By the color of one's skin.
These divisions of race...
For some seem never to end.
As dreams and visions once valued...
Are kept masked by archaic remarks.
Heated to inflame the sparking of debate.
An issue for some that satiates their hunger.
One keeps harping on the lack of experience of the other.
While major changes are clearly needed.
Before it's too late.
What comes that affects everyone,
Has little or nothing to do with one's race.
One tries to hide a greed that has depleted...
With a deceit that has succeeded.
The other defends an honesty.
And represents those feeling betrayed.
Those now facing,
Overwhelming disgrace.
That can not replace their thoughts...
That have brought upon them,
Masked acts of treason!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entitled to Do This
To deny that their greed,
Has depleted all quality of life.
Is to admit that those homeless and starving...
Enforced by a few,
Feeling entitled to do this...
Had been acceptable and alright!
They've been clearly on a mission,
To diminish with racism and division.
And these acts have been barbaric.
Yet they have by them been cherished.
The plug has been pulled,
On once closed eyes now wide open.
They never conceived, perceived or believed,
They would someday become victims.
Or cloaked in their own deceit,
And left defeated and broken.
And even in the moments,
Nearing towards their end...
They still choose to point fingers,
At those long ostracized...
From a way of life,
They themselves have brought to an end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been The Real Tragedy?
What has been the real tragedy?
Greed and its affects on one's race.
With the quest to dominate,
And replace The Almighty...
As the True Ruler.
That has been the real tragedy,
For those who seek...
To hoard for themselves riches!
And depict themselves,
More powerful than God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether Conscious or Not
As long as others,
Were subjects of their poked jokes...
These agitating folks were satisfied to live,
Unapologetically.
Free of guilt!
And accountability!
Nor did they think deeply,
About the affects of wearing sheets with peepholes.
And whose state of mind these acts would upset.
They were mobs much like a cancerous glob.
Yearning to hang or burn...
Human beings they deemed,
From them had lessons to learn!
And today this same mindset,
Has not through time been addressed.
That same ignorance defends insecurities.
With absurdities blatant.
And masked to distract...
An attraction for mentioned bigotries!
Although their states are 'mapped'...
And appear united.
These folks are divided by their racist remarks!
Most of them say,
This is not their way today!
But a debating of their policies believed.
Those implemented,
And meant to stay!
But those of color know,
Too well their lives of limitation.
And who amongst them sit imprisoned.
By laws that intend,
To keep them suppressed.
With wings to obtain in an 'afterlife'...
So in 'this' life,
An obedience from them is expected!
And then there are those skilled to speak,
From both sides of their mouths.
And 'this' from their institutions,
They are more than glad to teach!
Even from pulpits...
Their philosophies are outreached.
While delivering observations,
Uncommitted from atop high fences.
They are convinced verses spewed...
Are remembered sacred scriptures,
That should depict them as chosen victors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Sick Divisions
Quote he does...
From those who lived in 1779!
In town meetings held,
To enthrall those captured...
By a deceit known too well!
And he bloats these quotes,
Wishing to be perceived and believed...
He is the one chosen,
And the best to lead!
He makes statements of having values,
Like those who sit and listen.
While their infrastructure crumbles quick.
He dares to announce...
He supports more of this.
Yet nothing has he said,
Makes sense to their current existence!
He speaks of more war!
As they all are faced with foreclosed doors.
He speaks of depleting,
Their struggles to maintain...
A quality of life.
While an economy drains...
And crawls from lack of insight!
He speaks of disqualifications,
Of those he opposes!
Those who stand for justice.
Those inexperienced...
Who insist to wake up those who dose!
He campaigns to keep a drain remaining.
As those confused applaud in ovation!
Those who wish to maintain their blight.
Although he has no innovation...
To end their self righteousness,
Or their degradation!
Addicted they are!
And prescribed to sustain conflicts.
In sick divisions!
That darken their dimming visions!
That removes 'light' from their lives!
And yet...
He has been selected,
As the best candidate!
Their best prospect...
To reap a remembered prosperity.
From dreams that are dieing.
But he promises 'if' elected...
He will turn back the clock to revive,
And restore!
This he says he will ensure they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Elected To Fix An Economic Crisis
What minds are behind,
The spending of billions of dollars...
For two people to hollar promises,
GUARANTEED to 'all'...
If elected to fix an economic crisis.
What nonsense advertised,
Is going to change the quality of lives...
Overnight?
Or increase a depleted reality that exists?
When what has been wasted,
Could eliminate the deficit with a quicker pace.
What idealistic dreams are kept,
That will deliver a feasting of greed...
For those already suffering from hunger,
AND homelessness?
With other needs dismissed that go unheeded.
And what deluded fantasies are left,
That have not yet been swept...
Away to fill the bulging pockets everyday,
Of those thieves teasing...
With their smiles and high profile deceptions.
Which elitist who represents...
Those supporting to have their special interests,
Protected regardless of who is elected...
Is going to have influence enough to convince,
Life as we know it needs an injection of sincerity meant...
Before a peace that could be easily reached dies upon the streets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mental Rush
...and here we are once again!
With the issue of race,
Subjecting the color of one's skin!
Hasn't this been repeated,
Throughout a history depleted
Of self reflection?
Insecurities of a lack of pigmentation...
Has created an inner hate.
To satiate an inflated,
Degraded sensation baited!
They can not set themselves free?
Well...
This time around,
Those excuses will not be used to compound,
The reality that comes to further confuse
An abused mentality!
You see...
The angels that are here,
Do not appear
To have come to quench their thirst on our anguish!
It has been made clear to them
Our minds need adjusting,
From the destructive stuff!
By lifting our minds,
To heighten a consciousness
none of us can touch!
Prepare yourself...
for a mental rush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Only Change I'd Like To See
The only change I'd like to see,
Is a quality of life.
And people expressing their respect,
For others including me.
With a commitment to doing it.
And not with hindsight.
I'd like to see a marketing of disciplined children,
Effectively being done.
Day and night.
With common sense used as a priority.
And not from it take flight.
And education a necessity IF,
Greed is not the emphasis...
To focus one's ability with a getting it,
As if a success to impress has been won.
I'd like to see this change in everyone.
I'd like to witness a representation,
Of honesty believed.
With people choosing to advocate this movement.
And doing this with integrity.
I'd like to see crooks and thieves,
Less promoted as dignitaries with ambitions to deceive.
I would like to see those deluded,
Awakened from this sleep disease.
A change we all can believe?
How about those admitting to their insecurities.
And the race and color of one's skin,
Confessed as a reason people are taught to hate.
And those with issues solicited to bait...
Labelled as ignorant.
That's the change I await.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is The Sadness
Mystified are many,
Looking from the outside in.
As to why people who 'appear' to be
Of the same race...
Would have issues of skin color.
And have those insecurities they hold...
From the beginning of noticing it,
Until their life experiences end.
This doesn't make sense,
Since they are all oppressed.
And not by those from other races.
They keep these issues to bait...
A self hatred that goes undebated.
Yet felt,
Although stubbornly unspoken.
And this has allowed a self esteem,
Defeated.
With expectations minimized.
And from their eyes success...
Becomes a thing maximized to beat.
Keeping them divided...
With a call for unity from the tongues.
But despising one another,
They can not seem to cease.
Mystified are many,
Looking from the outside in.
As to why people who 'appear' to be
Of the same race...
Would have issues of skin color.
And have those insecurities they hold...
From the beginning of noticing it,
Until their life experiences end.
This is the sadness,
For those without a dignity to pride!
Or an identity to defend.
This is 'their' sadness!
But not for those who laugh at them.
This is 'their' sadness as observed and seen.
As others who are just as petty...
In a system petty driven to affect and demean.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Led Them In?
Nobody knows,
How their failures began.
Although everyone is in agreement...
Someone with insight,
To enighten them is needed!
One who is capable,
With abilities to free them from a cesspool.
But...
Who led them in?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
To lead them like sheep...
Grouped as a herd of fools!
Who hypnotized them...
To accept desperation.
And loss of a quality of life...
In need of a sacrifice,
To experience an end result...
That would bring an excitement,
With a festive mood that delights.
Who led them on?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
Now discovered totally wrong.
With a quality of life...
That has them infighting.
In divisions discussing...
The disgust of racial strife.
Fed like sugar to boost their appetites!
With more of this to spread...
As if the feeding of it is alright!
Who led them in?
Who amongst them,
Had been that convincing.
That a cesspool would be envied.
And the joy of it would uplift!
These folks are drugged and deluded,
On addicting lies some insist...
A continuance and need for it!
With claims someone with experience...
Is preferred to keep them dense,
And blanketed in darkness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Quite Clear Who Represents With Or Without Intent
No one suffers from standards met.
A regret comes from a lack of implementation,
Beset by those who have chosen,
Certain people be watched and kept...
Under surveillance!
As laws are changed,
To keep their own derangements...
Maintained.
For purposes that exposes an insanity.
A march is sustained to uphold their degradations.
And even this can not escape those observing...
Who wonder what excuses now can be used,
To hide this massive mental illness...
Infusing the last of limitating consciousness.
And it is obvious from where this deficiency,
Has its most defective efficiency!
Without any implications needed to be addressed.
It is quite clear who represents with or without intent...
The origin of this mess spreading to gain approval.
Leaving those of integrity with an honesty professed,
Feeling absolutely blessed and grateful,
To have obtained insight!
And a removal from a debated confusion that soothes.
There is no need to provide a devoted loyality,
To those who can not see...
Greed has driven them completely 'nuts'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hunger To Have It
Their failures faced,
Do not come to them.
Because of mistakes made.
Their failures have been created,
By their intentions to separate.
With a leading of incompetent dominance.
Not a blending of experiences from all,
To embrace.
The appearance of gluttony,
Came to take its place.
And greed feeding on incompetence,
Has led to their disgrace.
And maybe their strategy did begin with race.
But it is about all about the MONEY now!
Unfortunately.
The lack of it.
And the hunger to have it.
Has evil losing a battle to maintain greatness.
A commodity left to go unnurtured.
A commodity now less real and more faked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Masked And Caped
No shadow do I hide behind,
That is masked and caped...
To allow my quick escapes.
Upfront and brave,
Sometimes I shake.
With fears hidden...
But still I can not break.
I suppose it would be easier,
To fake intentions...
Like some who mention them,
To then run away.
But something inside of me,
Remains committed...
To admit what I say,
With a leaving it that way.
No shadow do I hide behind,
That is masked and caped...
Like others dishonest,
Discovered later to masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inflammatory Remarks
Inflammatory remarks...
Concised,
But should not be dismissed.
Actions engaging fear and terror,
To incite beliefs of those racist...
With observations biting to excite,
Increases the decrease of a credibility
That is allowed to further exist.
The origin of inflammatory remarks,
Did not just start to tear people apart.
This evilness has been given an artform...
To alarm a way of life!
Engrossing only those...
Who have chosen to anger with deceit,
And employ to their advantage
This strfe that ignites.
And conflicting fights begin,
To have the 'majority' appear as victims!
However...
Who incarcerated,
Or lives homeless on city streets...
Surrounded by blight with nothing to eat.
Believes this?
As those observing those self serving...
Know too well,
The outlook for all appears extremely bleak!
Inflammatory remarks spoken or not...
Has not erased the obscenities that have disgraced.
And a way of life valued,
That has been disrespected...
By an acceptance of neglect,
Those participating have assisted to deface!
And a diminishing witnessed,
Is without a 'collective' cohesive defense.
Apparently this to them of such ignorant whims,
Makes useless sense to condemn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confined and Limited
As long as the affects
Would damage their ethnic heritage...
They were allowed,
To degrade and disrespect themselves.
In glorious decadence...
An intelligence dismisses.
For marketing and entertainment value.
Connecting temptation and lust...
With pride to maintain their ignorance.
Trusting in a deceptive acceptance!
They praised the spreading of their own craze!
And those that used them would pocket.
No one wished to stop it...
Since these images were worshipped as symbolic.
Like alcoholics on a binge...
They passed along these priorities onto their children.
For fortune and fame!
And certain prison cells to claim.
As if a graduation takes place.
Are these the freedoms their ancestors perceived?
To be flushed down the drain...
By the deceit and misdeeds of their masters!
As lessons learned to disgrace...
A race demoralized with identities defaced.
For all to find themselves...
Eventually,
In a socialistic bliss.
Confined and limited,
By a greed that defeats...
A consciousness diminished.
And depleted as is wished!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Time's For Real
Why do you tell me all these lies?
I just want to live my life
I don't want to leave my dreams behind
Tell me
Why am I only getting older?
My patience getting shorter
I'm running out of time
And I hope that I get what I wanted
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
Why do you make me feel denied?
Always pushing me aside
You do not decide what's wrong or right
Tell me
Why am I feeling so much pressure?
Am I searching for the answer?
I'm running out of time
And I hope that I get what I wanted
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
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This Time's For Real
Why do you tell me all these lies?
I just want to live my life
I don't want to leave my dreams behind
Tell me
Why am I only getting older?
My patience getting shorter
I'm running out of time
And I hope that I get what I wanted
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
Why do you make me feel denied?
Always pushing me aside
You do not decide what's wrong or right
Tell me
Why am I feeling so much pressure?
Am I searching for the answer?
I'm running out of time
And I hope that I get what I wanted
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?
song performed by by Ill NiO
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Childhood…
The noise, the laughter, the scream
The children’s voices so sweet and full of choices;
Innocence mindless of life challenges
A reminder of the life I once had.
The toys, the playground and kids at play
I wish they are always here to stay,
But life’s keep going,
Tomorrow all these belong to longing
Of the childhood we’d hope to forever have.
The noise, the laughter, the scream
So sweet, so nostalgic,
Symbol of childhood,
In my heart I will forever cherish.
Masked lady
Dec.5,2009
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A Soldier's Dismissal
You did it.-they said
I’ve always done, no aid
Any more tasks? – they asked
Now I’ve got none.- he masked
Now you can go.-they said
Yes, now I know I’m dead.
Mission complete. – they said
No force to compete, no aid.
Will you be back? -they asked
Think I lost the track.-he masked
The war is over –they said-
Moreover it’s never been.
The war is over- he said-
Moreover it’s never seen.
Not real, it’s a deal?
Sir, yes, sir, nothing more to stir!
This soldier’s dismissed, no aid.
And tombstone kissed, undead-
They said.
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To Uphold a Facilitation of Rhetoric
Too many had made a case,
Too make haste much too late.
And now they scatter...
To escape from crevices hidden,
To shield embarrassment...
Shown on their faces.
Snacking like mice...
And smacking on the remnants,
Of free cheese once liked.
With few pieces left to feed,
Those in abundant need.
And in speeches those who leech...
Has chosen one amongst them,
To move forward to speak:
'My fellow crumb snatchers...
To uphold a facilitation of rhetoric so enjoyed,
In a sustaining ongoing deceit we employed.
We must sneak away from those we leave in darkness.
To harken upon these times,
Now in disarray...
Producing the utmost of disgrace on display!
And to acknowledge our delusions,
To be self evident.
In the declining hours of our failed policies.
As we proceed to vacate this disaster.'
So...
In other words,
You are looking for a quick exit?
With a bigger excuse...
To back away from what you've done,
And run?
'Oh no no no.
Absolutely not!
And with continuous lies...
We hope you will soon forget as soon as they are heard.
What we do seek,
However...
Is an acceptible way,
For you to digest a reality we formulate...
To leave you feeling not used but appreciated.
That has always been on our agenda to initiate!
We want to keep it real.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speed of a Crisis
Repeated and historic has been...
The finger pointing done to accuse another one,
For a self inflicted suffering...
That comes to them without end.
Insecurities unconfessed,
Now has them forced to address...
An idealistic way of life,
That sets the spotlight upon
Such a disturbing mess.
Yes!
Truth like this is difficult to erase.
When greed has been one's feeding.
And greasy fat hands appear...
With mud smeared on one's deceiving face.
Of course the blame for this will be placed on someone else.
That's the way these steps of greatness have been achieved.
Leaving victims dishonored and disenfranchised as they bleed.
And the speeding of a crisis begins to leap over false devices.
As those try to hide their absolute disgrace...
Realizing the basis of their taste,
Began with the seeding of petty issues...
And spiced with the baiting of race.
Now an incompetence has stirred the heating of disaster!
With a churning of internal division...
That can not be stopped.
Even as their demise is taking place!
With a trashing done that they have mastered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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