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Based Upon Assumptions

It is not advantageous,
To judge a book by its cover.
Or quote what is stated from its pages,
From others illiterately connected to life.
Nor can they comprehend,
Content, purpose or meaning of relationships.

It is not advantageous,
To repeat what one has heard.
Or gossip when there is an absence of fact.
Allowing oneself to participate,
In the spreading lies to then apologize with alibis.
Regret one day will be attached to that.

Oh...
This makes for an awful reading of someone,
Discovered to be much different...
Than what one expects or has been told.
How can anyone erase what false lips unfold.

This becomes a difficult situation,
Especially if that 'someone' knows...
Who has played an instrumental role,
In making active attempts to defame...
And character assassinate one's identity.
One earned to claim with a name that gains influence.
To become slimed and shamed,
By those feeding an increasing of ignorance.
Based upon assumptions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind Those Denials Kept

The more we try to hide behind those denials kept,
The louder out tears are heard...
With a shaking of cold sweats as truth,
Increases to get bigger.
From morning until noon to see the Sun set.

Internally we 'may' regret the taking of false steps.
In belief a truth we keep concealed,
Poses upon our pretentions...
Not a single threat.

And we continue to produce attempts,
To live our lives on lies and alibis.
Increasing the feeding to feast on misdeeds to manifest,
As if this 'festival' has a purpose to manifest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Around and Around and Around

Although my comments were specifically stated.
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this,
Without a needed argument fished to solicit,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!

And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
Although my comments were specifically stated...
A comprehension that was mentioned,
Relayed an unrelated message much foreign to mine.
And when I made attempts to correct this
Without a needed argument to fetch or fish,
I was told what was said,
Was not what I had meant.
And did not come from my own head!
But...
It was from someone else,
I had 'lifted it'.

And from the lips of one who delights in gossip...
My original 'concept' given,
Was totally different from the one I had sent.
And around and around and around I went...
Door to door...
Trying to stop,
An implanted ignorance attached to my name,
Begun by a fool...
Out to prove me to be easily used,
Like a limp mop tossing about slop!
But folks like this without an identity that exists...
Are lining up behind the mindless,
Devoid of shame!
And not one thought of their own to claim!
Leaving me to accept a task...
To actually show my sanity,
If in me they saw it to ask!

And I fought myself to stay undercover!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Find It. Your Purpose

Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.

It is difficult to be oneself,
And declare oneself to 'be'.
It is much easier to locate acceptance,
When approval from others...
Does not threaten,
A routine enjoyed with unchanged beliefs.

Find it.
Your purpose.
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Your purpose.

And once it is recognized...
Be prepared to be criticized.
Be prepared to be humble too...
When a strength felt opens your eyes.
But never be apologetic,
For those steps you make.
Moving forward has been known,
To cause many heartache.

But find it,
You must...
Your purpose.
And trust that it is...
Your purpose!

And...
Once it has been discovered,
Do not let it be undermined.
Once it has been discovered,
Your purpose...
Will open and broaden your mind.

Finding one's purpose,
Does this every time!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Emotional Investment Made

No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.

No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
There is nothing felt or I have witnessed...
That makes an apology something worthy to hear,
Again from your lips.

It's like this...
Excused exaggerations colorized by alibis,
Do not fly well in this atmosphere you wish to change!
For purposes to cement a meaningless relationship.
The only thing you have deposited,
Is superficiality.
And nothing of that I have embraced can you claim.

It's like this...
No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
And there has been no emotional investment made.
Not one to make your absence made clear.

No need to apologize.
You have left no integrity here.
There is nothing felt or I have witnessed...
That makes an apology something worthy to hear,
Again from your lips to recite to capture empathy.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Cant Judge A Book

You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
When I was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said I tried my best to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
Then I left school and moved around
And what I saw and what I found
Made me remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover
And now I think, by now Id know, that what appears is not always so
And I remember what she said to follow
She said
You cant judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you cant judge a man by looking at the cover
And you cant judge a book by looking at the cover

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Only If It Is Advantageous

Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!

Only when an attention has been given,
Will those even notice...
Something or someone under their noses,
Has achieved some degree of notoriety!
And 'shock' not jealousy,
Is the first impression expressed.

And it isn't as if,
What one does has changed at all.
It's the idea that someone else places a value,
On what some has labelled,
Crap, trash or just junk!
And that value is discovered to have merit!
To bring a benefit to not one but to all!

More support would have been shown.
IF a warning of this had been previously known!

~Who knew...
That someone slated for greatness,
Was the subject of irritation placed?
And daily disgraced...
But took it?
Is it too late to change our minds,
And show a deep love and loyalty? ~

Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done!

And that someone ignored...
May be someone's brother, cousin,
Sister, mother, daugther, father or son...
That had been told more than once,
They should do something else...
Since they are wasting time doing nothing!
At least nothing that is getting legitimately done.
Nothing that is making an impression on anyone!

'Ooooo...
How low can nasty go? '

~Who knew...
That someone slated for greatness,
Was the subject of irritation placed?
And daily disgraced...
But took it?
Only if it is advantageous,
Will a renewed interest shown...
In someone ignored,
Be done! ~

And that someone who has been ignored...
Has not survived thriving under a rock!

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Put Those Binoculars Down

No one should ever judge a book by its cover.
Since the content,
Seldom depicts what starts from the beginning...
To the end of it.

And some people interpret,
What they wish is to be believed.
By researching an author's background...
Or seeing something that reminds them,
Of a fantasy they've kept perceived.

And some people will keep their perceptions,
Kept!
No matter what is in between the pages...
That may expose them to depth.

Since many prefer to gossip.
To dispel the truth to have their delusions met.
With ample embellishment...
To invigorate the interest one expects.

'Let me tell you what the real deal is.
And I put this together,
As I slept.
Put those binoculars down!
What I have for you is as fresh as fresh can get.'

This allows them to create what isn't...
With an ability seen like no one else has exposed yet.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looked upon and judged by its cover

I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
I have been that one discussed.
As if my feelings did not exist.
And I was a novelty someone made up.

I have been that book!
Criticized and disrespected.
Character assassinated and defamed.
And when it is discovered,
I am an actual human being...
With feelings to claim and sentiments remembered.
I get looks from my head to my feet.
As if it is totally disbelieved I can walk and talk,
Without the aid of batteries!

I have at times offended those who say I am acting.
Those who have no idea at all...
What that profession is or what it takes,
As to what makes me tick or who it is I am.
Since I am not what it is they have created.

And...
Most them have to be illiterate,
Or caring less that they're just ignorant.
Since I regard myself an easy read!
That's if 'whoever' it is,
Chooses to listen to me...
Instead of what someone else,
Has heard from gossip and whispered to you...
What is they've been led to believe.

And I am not one afraid to give 'image'.
I will give image in a minute if controversy is in it!
I was born into the process of creativity.
I have been that book!
Looked upon and judged by its cover.
But there is so much inside that drives and motivates.

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.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judged By Just Looking At Its Cover

Do you see that book they are reading,
From beginning to end.
With an intention to absorb something,
From it.
That is the same book,
You judged by just looking at its cover.
And they are the ones discovering,
A more meaning from a life...
You have come to despise.

'You haven't read it either.
Or you wouldn't be here talking to me.'

I see. So quick you are,
To base your opinions on appearances.
I'll leave you with this...
If your head wasn't filled with assumptions,
You would realize...
It doesn't matter where you are,
When making a decision to do what it is you wish.
Instead of trying to impress,
From a point of view that is limited.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden Labels Hidden Profits

So many labels so many
not what they claim to be.
A book also is not always
to be taken at face value.
A book judged by cover may
not be what it seems to be.

Smugglers charlatans
know well plied secrets
of false profit identity.
Since time immemorial
quick profits have been
made upon false realities.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Those Unsuspecting Experiences

There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.

On the onset this may present an irritant.
For one like this to come into contact,
With a consistent ignorance.

But the acknowledgement one has...
Knowing one doesn't have to put up with it,
Is as refreshing as a tall glass of Long Island Ice Tea.
Hmmm, delicious.

There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.

One can sit back and observe,
What is being done.
With the end results already known,
By those disbelieving what their ignorance achieves.

'May I have another glass of Long Island Ice Tea, please?
With salt free Tostado Chips.
And a large order of Guacamole.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reformed Apologists

Socially accepted name soiling,
Of those reformed apologists.
Wishing to have their public role calling,
Yesterday found appalling.
But today have discovered themselves,
The ones full of 'it'.

Retracking from en-acting,
Pointing blame with accusations.
Only makes those misdeeds to face,
Unable to erase.
From the minds of those attacked,
By assumptions and not facts!

Socially accepted name soiling,
Of those reformed apologists.
Wishing to have their public role calling,
Yesterday found appalling...
But today have discovered themselves,
The ones full of 'it'.

Leaving good relationships blemished.
And reputations diminished.
Isolates with a finish,
Those feelings of friendship forever left embittered.
With a forgiveness erased,
To never again be considered.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!

Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!

'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Ewww...
That's awful! '

Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!

Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!

'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Oh my...'

Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.

'Don't say it!
Not with...'

Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.

'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '

That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!

'Oh my! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Based Upon The Quality Of Your Assumptions

Most of what you have mentioned to me,
I am not aware of at all.
It certainly conflicts,
With what I have come to understand.

'Surprised by that I am not.
You are amongst the many living a life,
Based upon the quality of your assumptions.
However...
I do acknowledge this.

Am I about to make attempts to convince you,
There are others ways you can validate...
Truth and its importance to achieve mental relief?
I could if I persisted,
By making to you recommendations.'

Oh?
Seriously?
No way!

'Way.'

How?
I've got to hear this.
I'm all ears.

'Well...
You could ask me directly first.
That's one way.
Or...
You could choose not to be so quick,
To repeat everything you hear...
Until you have gotten that information,
From the horse's mouth.'

You know...
I was told you say some crazy stuff.
Thanks for validating that.
I can't wait to tell others you told me,
That a horse knows more about you...
Than I already know!
Yep!
What I've heard about you is correct.
You are totally out of your mind.
You're nuts.

'I appreciate that.
And coming from you...
I regard that as a compliment.'

**You could choose not to be so quick,
To repeat everything you hear...
Until you have gotten that information,
From the horse's mouth.**
You don't know how hysterical you are.
Funny and sad at the same time.

'Trust me...
I do.
I know I have my issues.
But this too shall pass.'

Stop it. Stop it.
I am about to laugh in your face.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcomed Into the Family of Comprehension

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

What hand reaching out to shake,
Does not support that?
What prolonged heartbreak,
Would stay wallowing in sorrow?
To borrow an excuse,
Or a chance not to view agony?
Close up and into a tear stained face.
You should not want that reflecting...
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!
Everywhere,
And in every face you see.
Denial is the most contagious disease!

No thing is detached,
That keeps an attraction from coming back.
Something is attached to that.
And seriously repeated.

When done,
The meaning of that purpose...
Should not go misunderstood!
Like selling one 'pot' who requested 'crack'.
An end should come to that.
When the mind gets that whacked out.
And chained to keep one remaining unchanged.

If it does because of ignorance declared delicious?
That can be forgiven, allowed and forgotten.
We all have had our cravings.
However...
If it does come from an intention reeking in deceit?
That can be considered a good cause,
Some some severe cussing out!
And some folks have earned their cussing out,
Those deserving it...
Rights!

And some folks can be sadistic about it!
You can not cuss them out enough!
There are a number of them to unionize.

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

If it does come from an intention meant?
That can be shallow, obvious...
And an absence of common sense.
And an absence of it is more common than not!
If one ain't got it!
And an intention done lacking sense,
Wastes too much time.

Everything has a reason.
Everything.
With a purpose to ponder.
And a place for that purpose,
To find reason at that time.
Everything has a reason.
Everything,
In a thinking mind!
Any thought adopted...
Is welcomed into the family,
Of comprehension.
And attempts to understand,
Is supported.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You're Making My Purpose Very Difficult

Content and substance
Intended to deliver
A meaning driven by a purpose
With a hopeful comprehension
That explores misunderstanding

'Huh?
I'm exploring my intent to mug you
You are the 'muggee'
And I
I am the 'mugger'
You're making my purpose very difficult
Do you OR do you not intend
To hand over to me your wallet? '

Are your serious?
Do you realize I am on a fixed income?
And you are here
Brandishing a gun?
Talking some nonsense?
Hand you my wallet?
I don't carry a wallet!
And furthermore
HEY! ?
You come back here
I'm not finished!
Hey?
Did you hear me?

Damn kids
Walking around making demands!
Pants hanging off his butt
Running away like he's carrying a diaper load.
AND
He expects to get something from me?
And he couldn't stay to understand a word I said?
When I was that age,
At least I was polite!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From Behind The Shadows Of Others

How do I recognize a demonic influence?
It demands to interfere with one's peace of mind...
With an annoyance kept.
Seeking to be understood.
And trying to convince that an interpretation of life,
From behind the shadows of others easily influenced...
Is the rule to be followed.
And seeks to whisper doubts and curious conflicts,
In one ear to confuse with fear and procrastination.

And insists it does...
With criticisms directed and made,
Towards others not tolerating this nonsense.
With a spreading of lies to isolate and defame.
Especially those...
On a path taken and chosen with experience to clear,
Familiarized debris...
That tries to prevent a consciousness,
Already introduced to truth!

And those demonically influenced,
Are deceivers of truth...
And anything remotely connected,
With an attached understanding of it.
One demonic wishes to stick,
With a sweetness that delays.

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To Who's Benefit Is It

Lies lived,
Throughout decades and generations...
Of them being heard or told to listen.
Does not make them come true.

If fact,
Truth is traumatic and does not come to empathize,
A hiding.
Truth when it is accepted opens eyes wide.
To comprehend and not defend,
The creation of myths devalued.

Once lies lived have been uncovered for what that is...
Holding grudges and bitterness may be done.
But to who's benefit is it,
To insist lies told still exist when none of them,
Bought, sold or can be held like jello...
Can be connected to anything solid.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Which Side Of Hypocrisy Do You Reside?

It has been exposed.
Why can't you face it?

Those disenfranchised,
Did not create or cause your current dilemma.
Neither did the homeless, the hungry...
Or those confined to live in inner cities,
Have a wish to live lives like this.

Those illiterate and ignorant,
Did not choose to isolate themselves.
Or chose to be abandoned with needs,
By those who created for themselves jobs...
Feeding delusions as they depleted identities.

No one effectively suppressed,
Invent fear or the aspects of threats.
Or control the media!
Be it TV, movies or the printed press.

No one you have selected to character assassinate,
Defame to shame or intentionally oppress...
Had any influence over your decisions,
You made with a narrow mindedness.

It has been your way of life...
That has produced dire effects.
And yet you protest against the rise of wickedness?
With deeds done that deceive,
Has not made any of this cost effective.
In fact,
Isn't your reality being financed by creditors,
You are deeply indebted to...
Overseas?
And you want to treat me the way you've done?

On which side of hypocrisy do you reside?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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