An Unrecognizable Excuse Used
Miraculously...
I observed a few who had to be new,
Wading curiously...
Through a pack of judgement passers.
And they survived unscathed.
Which made me wonder...
They either had to be tourists,
On vacation.
Or folks issued experimental medications,
To test.
Others had tried ignoring this...
To live lives as they wished.
And succumbed as if,
They were addicted to nonsense.
Like it was a required prerequisite.
To have their minds lifted...
With no other purpose to live,
But to self inflict abuse.
An unrecognizable excuse used...
To be accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Wishes To Live A Wholesome Life
One addicted,
To the foolishness...
Of someone else,
As if hooked to a need...
Deserves to be abused.
If...
This is excused.
No one is born to do this,
As if a prerequisite...
To live a wholesome life.
One with wishes to live a wholesome life,
Let's it known and quick...
Disrespect accepted,
They will have none of it.
Or tolerate its appearance when shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folks Who Make Claims To Be Christians
Why are there some who say,
They believe in God.
Speak in tongues.
Pass judgement on others,
And how they live.
Where they live and with who?
Express issues they have with materialism.
Usually their lack of it.
Or what someone else has.
Complain about their ailments...
With associated limitations.
And,
Are the ones to say to others,
No one understands where they are coming from.
And when asked 'why' they don't take their troubles to God?
They say...
'This has nothing to do with God! '
And these are the folks,
Who make claims to be Christians!
These are the folks,
Who produce their own problems.
And get upset,
They can not share their headaches...
With those who observe them all as hypocrites!
Seeking those they wish to inflict their afflictions.
'But isn't that demonic? '
I suppose.
However...
They do get their teachings about the 'devil'
And 'sin' on Sundays!
Perhaps they can better tell you,
What it is they do believe...
That God does for them,
And when and where that is done! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed To See Others Not As Equals
There are times I'd like to confess,
My wish to address those professed...
To be selected 'blessed and highly favored' folks.
The ones who set themselves aside,
As having more knowledge to know...
How to live their lives as The Almighty has decided.
As an excuse to live their lives,
Isolated and divided.
Everyone living is a work-in-progress.
No one lives perfectly in a world beset with temptations.
Struggling to survive these days is an everyday test.
And to claim to be favored from the rest who are tested,
Is the height of a self centeredness...
One believes is freed to see others not as equals.
But as those who 'sin' doing things they pretend,
Separates them with an advantage to pass their judgements.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Leaders Of The Neighborhood
Why didn't they move on?
Accept reality for what it is.
Instead of paying ridiculous amounts of money,
To have their own homes torn down?
'Someone came around a few years ago,
With a plan to convince them...
If they threatened to do this,
The people would get the hint...
And beg them to stay.
To do whatever they wished in the neighborhood.'
Well...
Hopefully they have learned a lesson.
'Apparently not from what is being observed.
Because those very same people,
Have organized themselves.
To protest the others...
Until they are welcomed back.'
That is nonsense.
It is obvious the people,
Were delighted they did that.
'Nonsense?
That's crazy!
Now they are petitioning the local government,
And have begun an advertising campaign...
To enforce the people into believing,
Without their influence as leaders...
The entire neighborhood,
Would be a place no one would desire to live.'
It is amazing what people will do,
To inflict their delusions on others.
'I'm glad you said that.
But today?
Many more are seeing,
Who has been initiating the conflicts.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explicitly Guilty
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 one 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!
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Sticky Fingerprints
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
How can you lie and fake,
Honesty and trust?
When your sticky fingerprints,
Are slick with each touch.
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
I've heard of those addicted,
Do the same thing too!
And not care a bit about,
Who they choose to screw.
How can you take what is mine,
Away from me?
And excuse that act,
As something that you do?
And you do it to me,
Like I'm a fool to use.
But I am not the one...
You can use and abuse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Brave
Be brave.
Be who you are.
You will save time,
And yourself from much frustration.
Separate yourself,
From an accepted aggravation.
Complaining about one's aches and pains...
Welcomes a need to become sedated.
And easy to submit,
As if grateful to be addicted.
Feeling a need to be constantly medicated.
Be brave.
Be who you are.
You will save time.
You will find your peace of mind.
Let go.
Let life within you flow.
You don't have to be constipated.
All blocked up and irritated!
With nonsense you invited and created.
If no one else let's you know...
Tell yourself,
You are much appreciated!
And be brave doing that!
Some folks can't.
They live to be the first to discourage...
Themselves!
With a harmful self loathing of daily attacks!
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In Fear to Live Without An Approval Given
Comatosed,
And going through programmed motions.
A life grossed out,
With overdosed imposed notions.
And under hypnosis,
As neurotics sometimes appear.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
Lives becoming too corrupt!
For those who've been fed...
Their lives lived,
Are headed towards bad luck!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
While some on the other hand,
Wearing shoes spit shined...
Reflecting all for them is going grand.
All is fine.
With seats sitting on top of the World.
Are never seen behind the scenes...
Throwing their temper tantrums,
As if spoiled boys and girls.
Screaming from inside their soundproof cells.
No one hears them screaming!
Not the ones who believe them to be living well.
Not from the hell they've made!
Fresh pressed dresses.
And suits with no hints of lint.
Often send wrong messages...
To those impressed!
Expressing their bittersweet and sour laments.
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
The ones deluded by the giving of false presentations,
Waste too much time...
Finding excuses to make!
And hoping no one passes judgements on them,
In acceptable discussions in those social circles wished...
To be invited to participate because of their exquisite tastes.
And not for the bad impressions rejected.
Or an image dismissed,
By those who choose to keep their images faked!
Stuck!
In ruts.
And too addicted to give them up!
In fear to live without an approval given.
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Done to Infect and Infest
An effective ineffectiveness,
Has kept you sufficiently...
Ineffective as a test.
And the best of yourself,
You have made sure endures the stress.
To inflict and spread to others of distress.
And this distress that depresses...
Keeps others confessing to profess,
If it wasn't for a nothingness to live for...
There would be nothing at all to protest.
And that is done to infect and infest,
In an effective ineffectiveness kept to perfect.
Like a gift expected and accepted...
One awaits to get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hanging-In-There!
From the gallows of mental death...
That is where they claim to hang!
People who speak,
Words of defeat.
To let it known...
Their lives are not their own!
Or dreams wished to fulfill,
They desire with motivation to keep.
Doing things just to get by...
Is a sad commentary,
For those 'trying' to survive.
Instead of finding a purpose for themselves...
They await in hesitation,
For an approval made to live their lives!
And doing nothing else but 'hanging-in-there'!
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Required Prerequisite
A call to duty,
Few use refuse.
It once had been an honor to do it.
In those days passed,
When patriotism was a thing to choose.
And everyone felt this,
Without making an excuse.
Today,
Quick escapes...
Is as natural as responsibility betrayed.
And having no accountability comes to surprise...
As many display themselves to be disrespectful.
Without a sign of regret to disgustfully criticize.
As if the act of expressing respect,
Has become a required prerequisite...
Most folks have come to think as weak.
And this, if shown, is today despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Excuse Me While I Kick Myself
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
Only I can do this.
And I have proven it.
You can choose to stand back and watch.
Or assist if you wish!
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
I would not say it is enjoyed.
Nor do I inflict the kicking,
With a stiffer swiftness...
I'm sure you would employ.
But since I am doing it,
Submit your suggestions...
With multiple choices,
As to why I have reasons to abuse myself...
Where others find these 'areas' comfortably spreading.
And I am not pleased to sit with ease.
Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
I have discovered myself to be impatient.
And if I inflict my own pain,
The sensation of it keeps me motivated.
Applied to re-energize,
An acceptance I reject and despise.
Upon the arrival of malaise.
Many express with wishes to have stay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Can Be Freed Completely
Shifting seasons one lives,
Present with them maladies.
Not often pleasant...
But come to inflict
To sit before they leave.
No one believes,
That a path
Carefully taken,
Has obstacles.
Adopted doubts,
And nonsense philosophies.
Can trap to bite,
Without a peaceful night of sleep.
Some may perceive,
They can breathe...
Free of obstacles.
No cake is baked,
Prepared with trim and icing made.
For taste to sample.
To be 'thee' example!
Wasting one's time,
Making up one's indecisive mind...
May find no satisfaction,
To avoid a reaction!
Shifting seasons one lives,
Present with them maladies.
Not often pleasant...
But come to inflict,
To sit before they leave.
No one can live freed,
Completely...
Of these obstacles!
No one can be freed completely,
Of these obstacles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Here to Play The Dozen's
Hello?
Is there a light on in your attic?
Obviously not.
Unfortunately,
There is nothing dimming at all in your head.
At least give me eye contact,
So I feel as if something said is being heard,
And shared.
You ignoring me,
Is a favor done you wont believe.
I don't have to put up with your ignorance.
Or tolerate disrespect from no one.
In fact,
Give me more distance.
I live in this community.
And I am familiar with the neighborhood.
What happens here and what folks do to themselves,
May be entertaining to you.
And I could care less if you disagree with me.
But you folks have been programmed,
To invite your own unexpected deaths.
I have integrity and some dignity left,
That has of yet been taken.
And I have identity.
Of that you have none.
My comprehending of that has long been numbed.
To the point it is no longer heartbreaking.
Nor am I one to fake unity!
It aint happenin'.
And if it is I'd like to know where?
But let me say this...
To get this over with quick.
You can act as if I am invisible,
If that helps you pretend I do not exist.
However...
Do not 'think' I have to put up with your 'stupidity'
Because others get a kick out of it!
I am not into self destruction.
Or folks who make excuses to self abuse themselves.
And I know you don't understand this,
Because your mama didn't teach you.
And your father refuses to be a man.
And I know you don't understand 'that'.
Nor am I here to play the 'dozen's with you.
Truth I do not play with!
Too many of you have been pitched the taste for truth.
But you'd rather do a genocide on yourselves,
Better than 'the man' can!
And your ignorance has been addicted to keep that focused.
But nothing done I do is a mirage.
I'm here to snap your ass awake.
Don't get that messed up with your sugared cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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These People Are Never the First
Too often...
Those who use common sense,
Are punished for being correct.
In fact,
Some sarcastically call them smart.
As if they are using some exclusive part of the brain...
Others do not have membership to address or obtain.
It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.
You need not ask for them to give an opinion.
It will be there in the atmosphere!
Along with a judgement passed...
As to who made the wrong or right decision.
And why...
If it was up to them,
They would have made another choice.
And these people are never the first,
To make their voices heard!
It's just another excuse to sound off their laziness,
With a customary abuse of their existence.
And it makes one wonder why...
God has blessed certain creatures with wings to fly.
And some creatures with brains...
Never to be used for long periods of time.
Or,
Very little.
If at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drugged Up and Prescribed Medicated Existences Limited
If folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
People finding slots to lock,
Names and tags on one another...
Have done themselves the injustice.
And grounded, they are, in cemented ignorance.
Trying to find themselves in religions,
Where those 'church' addicted commit most the sins.
Is a programming of the mind that's done.
To have those in need be controlled by someone.
And me,
My life will be loved.
Independently to breathe as it was given to me.
And if another human being wishes to hug me with love,
They will get that received.
Just how it was given to me.
But I do have my preferences.
If you get my drift!
So if folks think I'm a homo?
I'm gonna give them that,
And something more than homo.
If they think of me as straight?
They will get that too,
On their dinner plate.
I do not spend my time,
With folks seeking to find a hole
To bury their brains including their minds.
Is there anything else folks can do?
Than to entertain their empty lives,
With who screwing and doing 'who'.
This is all so immature and foolish.
I'm going to live my life as the gift it is.
And leave those who are self righteous about theirs,
To their own drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited.
'I bet you can't say that five times fast? '
What? 'drugged up and prescribed medicated existences limited'?
You're right!
I had trouble saying it 'that' time and the first as slow as possible.
I am the author.
So...
I don't have to say it at all.
It's written and for that purpose intended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
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PRETTY'S NO EXCUSE...by Talile Ali
SEEN ALL KINDS OF UGLINESS DONE BY FOLKS THESE DAYS
JUST CAUSE THEY'RE PRETTY THEY SEEM TO THINK IT'S OK
TO RUN AROUND WRECKLESSLY AND DESTROY WHAT THEY MAY
FOR SOME REASON NO ONE WILL PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE
THEY LET THEM RUN AROUND AND RUIN THE SPACE
BEING PRETTY IS THEIR LICENCE TO DEFACE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
WHEN AN ARGUEMENT COMES WALKIN THRU THAT FRONT DOOR
PRETTY WILL BE USED TO SHUT IT DOWN AND WHATS MORE
IT NEVER GIVES A DAMN OR WHAT THE HELL FOR
SAD TRUTH ABOUT IT IS THAT WE ALL PLAY
AROUND WITH PRETTY HOPING TO BE RUBBED RIGHT THAT DAY
BUT PRETTY ALWAYS HAS IT DONE JUST ONE WAY-ITS WAY
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR SELF BEING DRAWN UPON SOME DAY
BY SOMEONE PRETTY, THEN IT'S BEST YOU RUN AWAY
CAUSE IF YOU DON'T YOU WILL BE CHEWED UP AND THROWN AWAY
AS YOU WATCH YOUR WORLD SPIN OUT OF CONTROL
YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH A FOOL YOU'VE BEEN SHOWED
YOUR IMAGE CORRUPTED AS IT APPEARS WHEN IT SO WITH
PRETTY PEOPLE
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
FOR PERPETUATING SELF-SERVING ABUSE
RAGING BULL ON THE LOOSE
PRETTY IS NO
PRETTY IS NO EXCUSE
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And How Did He Survive?
well, as he told me
before he succumbed to death
before he scattered his last breath
he said
he survived by entwining himself
with his own arms
his fingers wrapping
his body
and his mouth was kept shut
all those hard years
he kept his eyes
alive he made his skin
feel everything
he knew pretty well
every detail of his
surroundings
the wall clock ticking
reminded him
of wasted time
some dripped
without regret
he kept the walls
stronger
he learned to live
with the haze
and the clouds
he walked like
he was blind
and he loved
everyone
to survive was simple
enough
daily he unlearned
what life really
was all about
it is not much on
the thinking
it was more of
the doing
even insensibly
taking all nonsense
as though
they are his truths
and the truths
of the whole world
at the end there was
only disbelief
and then he believes
in life again
from there
the blank slate
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