Annual Recycling of Needs
The annual recycling of needs,
Is an inner city ritual.
The people are programmed to believe...
Their fortunes are less than the rest.
And so they are assigned to become protected,
By those the government selects...
They should receive assistance,
IF they qualify!
Of course many are denied,
The taste of keeping them enslaved!
They become disrespectful,
Unmotivated, lazy and mentally depraved.
They become conditioned to pray.
And they stay away from truths.
Becoming accepting of lies,
They pursue to overcome insecurities...
And immaturity keeps them as children,
To be told everything they say and do!
And when opportunities come to them,
They remain unprepared.
And for generations many of them can not comprehend...
Their uselessness has been designed,
To remove them from identities.
With mediocrity as goals to achieve.
And minds ignorantly limited.
Distant from reality.
And kept successfully unaware!
In an annual recycling of needs that is permitted...
To keep them subserviant!
And ensuring they remain there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When faced with the inevitable fatigue that comes with the recycling of speeches and the recycling of thoughts in a rather small stream of vortex, I am urged to not be ashamed of recycling.
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Dishonesty Is Given To Get And Taken
Too many are dishonest.
And living amongst themselves with it.
With a doing of this playfully,
And encouraged to remain children unfit.
To relish their immaturity and 'thick-headedness'.
Too many are dishonest.
And prepared to lie and cheat.
As witnessed by those much younger,
Practicing false beliefs...
They too one day will teach.
Too many are dishonest.
Thinking it 'cool' to fool and deceive.
And too many have grown older,
Without integrity or identities...
To leave,
Future generations...
With a solid effectiveness respected,
As a qualifying priority.
They should expect this from others...
As it is given to get and taken as received.
But this perception is not uppermost,
In minds hosting floating boats...
Circling until their throats are choked!
Since,
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
Dis-honesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
With a feeling to fullfill a need.
Dishonesty...
Is given to get,
And taken...
To receive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Examples That Support
Children,
And many adults...
Instilled with beliefs,
They will and can...
Achieve against the odds,
Do.
And those who don't,
Find it easy to remain unmotivated,
From examples that support,
Their disbeliefs held stubbornly...
They can and could achieve anything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned That Money Should Be Prized
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
With the use of color of their skins,
Light in complexion or dark as night...
Their minds with insights may be encased in,
The mentalities fed are to use this as a weapon,
To defend or ignite one's bigoted and racist appetite.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
And those who champion the marketing of images,
Aren't going to consciously reflect true beauty...
As it should be.
Beauty will be selective.
And chosen as a commodity.
To sell to those impressed,
And depress with suppression...
Those weakened through enforcing a belief!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course there will be deceit.
Of course there will be told lies.
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Of course their own lives,
Are going to be worthless to them.
Of course they are going to feel subservient,
From birth until their lives end!
When people are conditioned,
That money should be prized...
Those who get and hoard it best,
Will have others believe...
Their minds are at rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seasoned As Truths
Truths and lies are flown in the sky.
Their flights are from the wind they take.
Truths might hit dunes and go buried.
Lies might reach towers and stay there.
What stays in scriptures and epics,
What stay in histories and legends
And what remain from hear-say
Can be the lies seasoned as truths
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Where Lieutenants Of Apartheid Train
Home of the plastic smile.
And where lieutenants of apartheid train.
With a doing of their homework in the suburbs...
To test the inner city people they deplete of resources.
And divide within districts to 'apply' for assistance.
These separatists insist with dieing colonialistic wishes,
They know something about diversity.
With a sucking of life from everything that moves...
They suppress with an effectiveness,
To ensure those they stereotype be kept duped and fooled...
As they maintain a draining of their identities.
And the ones survivining without them are obliged,
To remain limited to an ignorance for them that thrives...
With a persisting upon it to keep flourished and alive,
To please the oppressors they pray not to offend.
And in the environment they share to live in...
This reflects a mindset left to breathe as if to snuggly fit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Have No Idea What You Are Up Against
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to 'It' without committment!
It hears and listens to all of the nonsense.
With those professions of devotion...
From an emptiness,
Faithfully dismissed.
As soon as the ritual...
Has satisfied a mind,
Limited in consciousness.
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to 'It' without committment!
In a belief whatever 'It' is...
Can be overwhelmed by flattery.
With wishes the 'act' delivers,
Something that can be 'shown'
How much you known 'It'!
And 'It' has chosen you...
To make 'Its' presence known!
Whether you 'own' or lease,
Your chariot from your sheltered crevice.
You have no idea what you are up against.
And yet you have been conditioned,
To pray to 'It' without committment!
And this 'It' sees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised to Only Praise Delusions
They come quick to evaluate the words...
And not the content of the message.
They come to seek and critique,
Definitions and language use.
As if an acceptance of concepts,
Will be a test to pass the task that is earned.
They want to qualify the composition...
And the one who prepared the text.
But what is being delivered,
Does not with them connect.
Their minds have been set to protest.
They would like to find the composer negligent.
Incompetent at best!
With an ego self enthralled.
And what should in their minds connect...
Is rejected to leave them stalled.
They were raised to only praise delusions.
And that,
Afterall...
Has become their reason and purpose.
They have become limited and programmed.
With no desire to stand and walk tall.
But to remain on their knees...
As they have been taught to crawl!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understood To Exclude Them From Truths
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Quick to betray,
If their insecurities are threatened.
But yet to display,
Are their excuses made with few exceptions.
Associations with people like this,
Over time decreases in respect.
Explanations of their neglect...
Eventually from them some should expect.
When one gets too accustomed,
To embellishing what they've done...
Partial truths are told.
To bestow as shown to everyone.
Maturity is dismissed,
In the minds of people with this addiction.
And it is unfortunate they allow themselves...
To be chased away by delusions.
With a praying done their delusions will stay,
To be understood to exclude them...
From truths they painfully detest.
And hate to face from day to day.
As a life lived in reality eventually fades.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Believing Our Success Only We Alone Feed
I'll remain and keep myself different.
You'll campaign to keep yourself distant.
And make claims the other is missing,
What each of us has that will succeed.
Although we have what the other needs.
I'll remain and keep myself different.
You'll campaign to keep yourself distant.
And make claims the other is missing,
What each of us has that will succeed.
Although we believe that the other needs,
What it takes to really achieve.
I'll keep what I've got,
Under lock and key.
Keeping my beliefs it's what you need.
And you keep what you've got,
Under lock and key.
Keeping your beliefs this is what I need.
Keeping your beliefs I will not succeed.
I'll remain and keep myself different.
You'll campaign to keep yourself distant.
And make claims the other is missing,
What each of us has that will succeed.
Although we have what the other needs.
We'll remain indifferent and distant.
Believing what we have the other needs.
We'll remain indifferent and distant.
Believing what we have the other needs.
We'll remain indifferent and distant.
Believing what we have the other needs.
And believing our success only we alone feed.
We'll remain indifferent and distant.
And believing our success only we alone feed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My hobby of not attending meetings about recycling saves more energy than your hobby of recycling.
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Brink Of Extinction
Creating with a solicitation,
A lazy and undisciplined existence.
To identify a segment of one's population,
As dysfunctional.
May for those responsible,
In the implementation of this...
Boost egos.
But cost effective?
No!
Only fools feeding an isolated greed,
Would keep this as their belief.
Only a complete ignorance,
Would perceive this approach...
To be an effective reflection of greatness.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
From the time of their birth...
Would find this uplifting to their self worth.
And not an encouragement nourishing,
One to the brink of extinction.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
Of those threatening their insecurities...
Eventually will find this point of view of superiority,
A mentally degrading aspect...
Of their own growth process and not an asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Born To First Recognize Truth
If people were born and conditioned,
To familiarize themselves with the telling of the truth...
Less conflicts would be introduced.
More people would express respect.
Less hospitals would be produced.
And more resources would be shared...
With everyone everywhere experiencing happiness,
Instead of buying into a marketing of despair.
If more people were born to be made aware,
Of their true identities and leaving few to care...
Why some have to lie to hide their insecurities,
To mask a superiority over others.
IF...
People were born not to fear what 'is'.
So much pain today suffered would be reduced.
And none of this 'created' reality would exist,
IF...
People soon after birth were told first about truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Dust To Dust
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
To leech with a feeding.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
Until that leeching fed is done.
By you...
And me!
And...
Everyone.
Leechers!
Creatures!
And thieves under the Sun.
We be sighted to be unseen,
To hush when that moment comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Increasingly Addicted
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish,
But choices made embedded forever to accept.
And people living where hate crimes exist,
Have been fed with beliefs what is done is moralistic.
With a hoping that a praying of truths away...
Will someday validate their animalistic ways.
Many are embarrassed by realities.
Believing themselves immuned...
From truth obvious and seen.
Too many have been taught truth demeans.
And many are rooted in concepts held,
That if a telling of a lie is kept long enough...
Their denials will rise to heights.
And facts that exist will vanish from their eyes.
Cultural and self hate issues,
Will remain to stay...
For those unable to face them to correct.
With a choosing to view them not as foolish...
But tools to use to abuse for amusement.
Labelling people evil who speak with truth,
To keep lives lived unchanged and deluded...
Only transfers those minds medicated on fantasies,
To become increasingly addicted...
Limited and mentally sick.
For all eventually wishing to awaken from this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lazy People
Lazy is as lazy does,
Which is do nothing really,
Coz Lazy is as always does,
Make us do nothing freely.
Lazy people are no crazy people.
Lazy people are truly smart people.
Fast tricks, short fix type of people.
So Lazy has it's good and bad,
Are you lazy? Ask your Dad.
We have our lazy days,
We have our lazy ways.
Do you qualify the breed?
Bring your eyes to feed,
On lazy poems, read.
Mission Assigned To The Position
Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create.
Awakening each day,
As if with eyes of an innocent child...
Gets less difficult for the one,
Who has been committed to a life lived...
Not to be experienced by everyone to reconcile.
And those who sit believing,
This kind of mentality can be critiqued...
Are not living twenty four hours a day,
With a mind creating barely getting rest.
Only to momentarily 'allowed' to sleep.
Challenges faced everyday,
To remain emotionally vulnerable...
With an accepting of what takes place,
Is the mission assigned to the position...
Of one who lives fated to create with focus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Stinging of Them That Stuns
When examining the shell of one's being,
It is the core within of experiences...
That is applying the scan doing the sizing up.
And those choosing to judge a book by its cover,
Are the very ones...
Whose minds are corrupt.
And programmed to think in terms...
Of one's good and bad luck.
Everything based on one's physical taste,
Says a lot about one's waste of thought.
And a consciousness limited to value things,
Is a mind that can be easily swayed...
And bought.
With a shallowness that is diminished free,
Of any signs of having an honesty!
And conditioned to be deceiving.
And not believing...
There are those amongst them,
Who are spiritually here...
Just to be righteous in judgement.
And provide performances of good deed.
With the teaching to humanity,
Of how this is done...
To overcome their troubles!
And the stinging of them that stuns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mediocrity Is Not An Effort That Succeeds
I do not pursue a challenge with you.
No.
Not at all.
I am on a quest,
To outdo 'my' best!
And having me to critique,
My own efforts made...
I wouldn't wish this kind of pressure,
On anyone else.
You should hear some of the things I say!
I am too forgiving of others' attempts.
And much too strict...
When accepting what I believe,
Is a commitment to achieve...
What I deem for myself as 'sheer' mediocrity.
And mediocrity is not an effort that succeeds.
Not for me as a motivator,
Pushing towards a direction that pleases.
It is for me an acceptance of procrastination.
And I have already given myself accolades for that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memories
Children have different memories
Of parents who pass away.
While some will forgive freely,
Others remain bitter each day.
Dead parents can't say 'Sorry! '
For failures and mistakes.
No tears can change life's story,
Forgiveness is all it takes.
Recycling and rewinding
The painful things of the past,
Do not add to healthy living-
And may not make our life last.
Let us close the door for the dead,
Let them rest and be at peace.
Remember the good things instead,
And our heartaches and pain will cease.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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