At the Expense of Decency
How do I feel,
About those who sleep around...
With same sex partners,
While they cheat on spouses...
Of the opposite sex?
And pass their judgements,
As they hide their deviant behavior...
In the convenience of darkness kept?
In the attempt to destroy,
Someone else's happiness?
Downlow.
Lowdown.
Lowlife,
Weasels!
Adopting sleaze,
As a consciousness...
To address all that they feast,
At the expense of decency.
'You have strong opinions! '
Only given and directed,
When those knowingly slither about,
With wholesome values dripping from their mouths.
And smelling of bad breath...
Fresh from a romp with decadence.
And in broad daylight,
They campaign for political correctness in shouts.
And their deceits receive no attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Unappropriate
Chasing mediocrity,
To seek an approval...
Is to deny one's best efforts.
Just because there is a variety of sleaze,
Presented in acceptable decadence...
Does not mean quality is not appreciated.
It just appears that everyone seeks mediocrity.
And those who desire an occasional taste of lowlife,
Do not necessarily welcome this in their homes.
They are the first to announce how unappropriate this is!
And what should be done to monitor such behavior.
As ideas to create new employment situations for themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Do Make Mistakes
Sometimes people do make mistakes.
I've made some.
And who has not made a few?
But not knowingly at the expense of others.
And those who excuse these activities done,
As errors made unconsciously...
With proclamations for a wish to be forgiven,
Need to know how it feels to receive payback.
Directed and unmistakable.
And inflicted with the ease in which they were made.
With a consciousness applied and lessons taught.
To awaken anyone daring to use these excuses in the future.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tilted Halos
An esteemed sports figure,
Conducts a news conference...
To reveal his taste for sleaze.
And I turn on my TV,
To see the sleaze marketed.
This sports figure announces,
His cheating filthy ways.
I hear the minister reveal his demons.
And from a pulpit,
He declares he has sinned.
The star of sports,
Has had an assortment of sexual trysts.
He reflects a generation raised up with this.
Sexual pleasures and enhancements to aid...
Are marketed and advertised everywhere these days.
Decadence is as common as a child heard cursing.
People are witnessed disrespecting themselves...
With exposed abandonment.
And yet...
Those self righteous deceiving as hypocrites,
Come together in a collective judgements passed...
To say how appalled they are,
By confessions made...
At a news conference!
And none with their tilted halos...
Have been observed to walk on water!
And none are alarmed...
By a standard of life,
Once said to glisten with quality and values...
That now floats in gutters of swill!
Garbaged as a consciousness accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The glow of darkness
The glow of darkness
Darkness, in our normal understanding
Is bereft of the revealing light or perception
We are unable to make out or perceive
Things in darkness
And often prefer to blame it
And come out of it
Darkness is nothing new to you
You are in dark while you sleep
And you were in dark in your mother’s womb
Though you seem to be in light
More often you are in dark
As most of the things seen and perceived
Are in guise
So, darkness and your non-ability
To see are ever with you
Whether you know it or not
But, darkness by itself is perceived
And realized instantly with no aid
Even the visually challenged person
Can perceive darkness and understand it
While in darkness
At the same time, we try to
Perceive things so far you have
Never attempted to look for
Your inner vision in fact helps you
A great number of things
Which you might have seen
In bright light and broad daylight
You will agree darkness
Triggers the functioning of
Other sense organs and
They come to your rescue
In case you are in some trouble
Extending this understanding
Your wisdom comes to life
And you attempt to visualize
Less perceived things while being in dark
As an old Sanskrit script says
The person who sees inaction in action
And action in inaction is wise
And performs in totality
We end up with a corollary
That the person who sees light in darkness
And darkness in light
Sees things in totality
Your vision broadens
Your understanding widens
Your wisdom sees beyond
Your realization gets fine-tuned
When you feel you are in darkness
Darkness gives you an opportunity
To see the oft-unseen
To realize the oft-unrealized
To feel the oft-unfelt and
To perceivee the oft-unperceived
Attempt is not to eulogize darkness
Attempt is not to glorify ignorance
Attempt is to make you understand darkness
And to draw your attention that
While in darkness you keep yourself awake
And trigger your innovative initiatives
To see out-of-the-box possibilities
Do not curse darkness
And it will be wise to see a new light in it
And appreciate its glow
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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With No Where But Lower To Go
You haven't dished anything on me,
I haven't dished on my self.
Or left spilled milk left to dip.
I'm living my life with a faith I believe.
And not doing it passing judgement,
As many do...gleefully!
Those who hide and backbite too.
Are accustomed to slither the way they do.
Some of them want an attention they get.
And some no one can befriend!
They perceive this as a weakness.
With a disrespecting they begin!
Anyone that hasn't been mentioned,
In enviroments where snakes reside...
Are not the ones that are decided,
Their lives are to be criticized.
Only the ones who attempt to get things done,
Are subjected to some dirt thrown to appease for fun.
With something,
Whatever it is...
To malign and despise an affliction on someone.
These are the times and the days of our lives.
And those living 'downlow' are the most miserable.
With no where but lower to go.
And tears to cry to expose and show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Drummer Boy
Come, they told me, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
The newborn king youll see, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom.
Our finest gifts we bring, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
To lay before the king, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
So to honor him, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, when we come.
Little baby, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
I am a poor boy too, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
I have no gift to bring, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
That fit to give our king, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
Pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom,
So to honor him, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, Ill play my drum.
Come, they....
Little baby....
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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Effective Etiquette
Representing a decadence this is...
Represents its existence,
As it is and this is clear.
To uphold values and standards,
Many rush to come to defend...
Is hypocritical in presentation.
When a marketing of decadence,
Does not offend.
Until...
One elected,
To sit in a prestigious position...
Lies and denies a taste for lust.
With an innocence trusted,
Adored by those upper crust.
But...
That trust becomes busted.
And pretentiousness kept,
Becomes betrayed.
And those who know...
Their values and standards,
Meet an acquired effective etiquette...
Are seen to be embarrassed,
By a smearing done to their politcal correctness!
Oh...
What a feeble web they live to weave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Assessments to Seduce
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
I chose to heal.
I chose to sing.
I chose to dance and do those things.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
I chose to stand.
I chose to walk.
I chose the Sun!
Not the miseries others wished upon me to bring.
Hoping from obstacles faced,
I would run.
Address this any way you wish.
But during my grief periods...
God was with me.
And both of us sat in sorrow alone.
I chose to heal.
I chose to sing.
I chose to dance and do those things.
And whatever it is prioritized on your agenda?
I wish you all the best!
But don't count on me,
To give it attention with signs of protest.
I have chosen to ignore people like you.
Knowing that a focus on my own happiness...
Is what God wishes!
And that gift God has given...
Has proven to me I am blessed!
Address this any way you wish.
Your judgements passed on me does not matter.
Nor your assessments to seduce your reality.
I have chosen,
The freedom to be me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lowdown
Pop
I dont want to throw away my time
Playing games I dont respect or like
I cant give away my sovereignty
To existence with no song of me
And the hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
Theres a hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
I built myself a beautiful brick wall
Gets a little higher every day
_? _ ignorance inhabits me
Cause Ive already chased my love away
And the hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
Theres a hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
Take that happy banner off the wall
I dont need to see no smiling face
All I really wants a cup of tea
To feel a warmth inside of me
And the hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
Theres a hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
Theres a hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
Theres a hole in my heart
Im lowdown
Theres a hole in my heart
Im low
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Despicable And Disrespecting Ways
Appalled and giving looks of disdain,
They with their exclusive and self righteous memberships...
Snear at others with blemished records.
From a past long ago regarded as youthfully spent.
And affecting any chance today they may walk upon water.
Of course...
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
As passers of the ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
And they who declare themselves above dirt and dust,
Have been the same ones supporting...
The marketing of decadence.
The very garbage surrounding us.
They are same ones driving up and down...
Trashed streets in deprived neighborhoods cruising.
Hoping anyone is soliciting to sell themselves,
As fresh meat.
And those of the self righteous,
Pay for a few minutes to get a quick taste.
Wasting no time showing their bravery,
To jump in someone's face to say...
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified,
To be a role model representing their high standards.
And who should be idolized by children,
Who neither can write nor read or speak English properly.
These are the same people,
Who annoint themselves keepers of etiquette.
Passers of ultimate judgements.
They also create the rules.
And 'makeup' the laws too.
Look around!
Who allowed the quality of life,
And foundations of kept standards and values...
To crumble down?
The poor, hungry and homeless?
Victims of not being deceivers, crooks or blatant thieves.
And they are brave enough to look in someone's face.
The ones who place themselves on high pedestals...
To say,
Who in their past has done acts of sleaze.
And who is not qualified to represent their high standards.
While expressing themselves to be forever hypnotized,
By their fantasized delusions.
And despicable and disrespecting ways on display,
Boasting about what they have, who they are...
In social name dropping sessions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Wanna Destroy You
Originally recorded by the soft boys
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if youre gonna fight
Then youre just dying to get killed
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
A box upon the media
And everything you read
They tell you your opinions
And theyre very good indeed
I wanna destroy you
And when I have destroyed you
Ill come pickin at your bones
And you wont have a single item
Left to call your own
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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An Isn't...Is!
An isn't...
Is!
When that isn't...
Appears.
An isn't...
Is!
When that isn't...
Appears.
Cheating spouses,
Who run about...
To play a cat and mouse,
Out of the house.
Often lie,
When they can...
To hide unfaithfulness from eyes that scan.
But that isn't...
Is!
When that isn't appears.
Oh yes that isn't,
Is...
When that isn't appears!
Those downlow and attempting discreet...
Play it cheap,
While sneaking under sheets.
Be they lesbians or homos too,
Cruising darkened streets to do what they do...
To hide an isn't...
That is!
When they say what isn't,
Appears.
Oh yes that isn't,
Is...
When that isn't appears!
You can say that isn't,
Is!
When that isn't,
Appears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values.
quote by A.R. Ammons
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Night is not opposite to day
Failure is not opposite to happiness.
It is a result of an attempt.
You are further seasoned.
Loss is not opposite to happiness.
It is a result of the earlier gain.
What held only can be lost.
Wealth is not same as happiness.
Wants surpassing your wealth,
Your vessel is not full.
30.05.2001, Berh
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Convincing of the Wholesomeness
If we did not live for hypocriscy sake...
Our hypocritical way of life,
Would not be so democratically envied!
From a conceptual perception...
Alleged and pledge at birth!
As we have been conditioned to believe,
With such a passion...
That our values and standards,
Are such 'must haves' to be enforced upon others.
With a convincing of the wholesomeness of decadence,
Which benefits those upholding 'Christian' traditions!
And these beliefs are worthy of inflicting conflict...
Wherever there is an invitation or a need determined,
To insist that the best of life is lived to pay taxes...
With a zeal to cheat and lie at someone's expense!
Proving one's patriotic devotion and loyalty to the 'cause'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Every Crooked Crevice to Be Crannied
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
Where sexual aids are televised to satisfy pleasures.
In prime time or anytime one views!
It seems extremely immature,
To believe those who currently 'sleep'
With a releasing of their 'needs'.
With same sex partners.
Would 'not' do so...
IF laws restricting such activities,
Were suddenly implemented...
To prevent consented wishes!
Or...
Would lower a rising divorce rate.
Complicated by domestic abuse issues.
Although beating someone to death,
Is more accepted.
Just as it is perfectly okay...
To take someone's life,
Because a lost job was the excuse.
Or getting behind the wheel to drive and then kill...
Is considered more redeemable,
Than the smoking of 'pot'...
Inside one's home!
Our prisons seem to reflect,
What is or is not condoned!
The smoking of weed...
Has seldom received,
A life sentence behind bars for manslaughter.
Although those judgements made,
Are not mine to pass.
Nor...
Will a return to moralistic values,
Never realistically practiced.
Be prioritized by those whose eyes,
Are on someone they would like to screw.
When and where they choose.
Regardless of charaded public appearances.
Unless those 'appearances'
Were made in nakedness.
And the thought of some folks having sex,
Entirely clothed...
Would be more appropriate to suggest!
Men limped wrist,
Or women wearing lipstick...
Are more often than not,
Representative...
Of the people they are perceived to be!
Looks can be deceiving.
However...
There is no imagination experienced,
That would allow some people to be seen undressed.
No matter how gifted one's interpreted vision.
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And to be openly gay or not...
Has nothing to do with the popularity of decadence!
Blinged...
Or exposing cracks of butts of those whacked out!
~Pants on the ground! Pants on the ground!
Looking like fools with their pants on the ground.~
'Please...
I beg of You, My Father.
Remove what I see from my sight.
Amen.'
And that's not discreetly being done undercover.
That's seen and marketed...
All over the place!
In every crooked crevice to be crannied!
There to twist a snooping neck.
To offend in opposition.
Or defend as one's right!
To express their obtained happiness.
Lived and fulfilled,
By someone that excites their delight!
'Excuse me...
I know you feel it is your right,
To expose the hair on your behind.
However...
If you don't mind,
I'd appreciate it if you do not stand...
With it so close to my face.
On this crowded bus.
And if I must say...
I so appreciate the fact you showered,
And/or bathed.
That's very considerate of you.
Remember...
Never fight your right,
To experience your hygiene.
Day and night.'
*Don't worry about it.
THIS is as close as you will get.*
'What?
WHAT? ?
Please! '
In a closeted society.
Crumbling from pretensed traditions.
A quality of life observed in broad daylight...
Is more convincing than whispered words,
Share between frustrated gossips!
Or those uptight by the sight of their lost opportunities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is It They Don't Understand?
Why haven't they boarded the lifeboats?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
AND...
They 'are' aware of the ship sinking?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
What is it they don't understand?
~They first wish to discuss,
Political correctness and social etiquette.
And what 'is' or isn't poetic.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Partners In Crime
Alright
I know your wheels are turning, got your fire burning
I know your hearts as cold as stone
Youre covered in abuses, dripping with excuses
I know you got a lover at home
But youll come here to me, time after time
Youll go down on your knees
Yeah girl I can read your mind
Because were partners in crime, partners in crime
Your going empty handed, smiling like a bandit
Knocking on my window each night
Youre sweeter than a beauty queen, darker than a limousine
Need me cause I feel right
Yeah when its sink or its swim and the temperature flies
You get your body so close and lay it all on the line
Because were partners in crime, partners in crime
Because were partners in crime, ooh yeah
When its sink or swim and the tales thats youre blind
You get your body so close and lay it all on the line
Because were partners in crime, partners in crime
Ooh yeah, because were partners in crime
Because were partners in crime
Partners in crime, partners in crime
Lets go, ha
song performed by by Kiss
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The Impoverished Existance of Political Correctness
Political correctness
Is not definitive, by in or an outward of any projections
It but mere reflection of the times
What is right now
What guarantee of certainty for tomorrow
So these words in their impoverished existence
Could mean something
Or Could mean nothing
It's all an inheritance of chance
Gamblers know this game all to well
Another loss is the debt that must be paid
So when you speak of political correctness, express its possibilities of change.
With properties that can be rearranged.
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Table of Contents
Quick like a flash those reactions,
When a feeding on one's table of contents...
Is rumored to be shared with those less fortunate.
Those whose resources have provided the feast.
And that feast is threatened to become decreased,
By those who gorge themselves,
In an exclusive frenzied treat!
Quick like a flash those reactions,
When a feeding on one's table of contents...
Is said to be spent at someone else's expense.
Those depicted as pitiful creatures.
Those who others deceive and leech.
So a gathering of those to impose their selfishness...
To ensure their interests aren't deprived of nourishment.
Leaving leftovers for the hungery to fight over.
Although deny they discharge a disgraceful decadence.
A decadence they say,
From them did not originate or create to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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