Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.
This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.
Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.
But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.
And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stupid Looks
People are now heard saying,
What 'could' have been done...
When what 'should' have been done,
They did not do.
Ignoring what has been stated,
To have someone else appear as if crazed...
Delivers the opposite effect,
To eventually reveal...
Those who procrastinate standing,
With stupid looks on their faces.
People seem only quick to listen,
After and not before something to them happens.
And to those they have chosen to critique and slander,
They are 'always' proactive...
With their character assassinations.
Even when they have clearly victimized themselves.
People are now heard saying,
What 'could' have been done...
When what 'should' have been done,
They did not do.
And they seek to lay blame on someone else,
As if it is their tradition to not self examine.
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When They Don't Possess The Balls!
Many make false claims,
To sensationalize their own lives.
They use others as decoys,
To hide and mask their own insecurities.
With backstabbings.
Character assassinations.
Malicious gossip and innuendo.
And familiar deceit and lies!
People like you and me,
Are singled out and victimized.
Why?
Because that is easier for someone to do,
When they don't possess the balls!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be Cautious When Treating People With Respect
Be cautious when treating people with respect,
Especially those that are not accustomed to it.
They begin to expect,
Anything they do to be acceptable.
Being direct and factual...
When and if pointing out a shown irresponsibility,
Upsets their track record of being negligent.
And your outspoken candor,
Can and will offend them to no end.
You will be the first one they accuse,
Of abusing their insecurities...
Others ignore,
But choose to talk about this and them...
Behind their backs.
And whether this is known or not...
Those actions of others are preferred,
To keep their egos intact!
And you may be the first to express...
You will have none of that!
Never stop respecting,
But choose not to be a welcome mat!
And everyone knows what they are used for!
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Shunned to Slander Those Wholesome
Shunned to slander those wholesome,
They did.
In protection of their standards.
In the hopes they would be long lived.
Good people they ruined...
In belief their quality of life was attacked,
By those who spoke with honesty!
To reveal to them a truth with facts.
Oh...
The people did not like that.
Especially those self righteous.
They vowed to keep their 'ways' intact.
And they campaigned against,
Those who abhorred them.
So those opposing...
Received cold shoulders.
Foolish now they feel.
Those who threw their noses up...
With such exuberant zest,
Thought to appeal.
Although now victims of their own ignorance,
They wish a forgiveness released will heal!
But those who spoke truth,
With a desire to save them...
From uncouth sleuths!
Freed from the wicked!
And choosing not to sacrifice their peace of mind.
Since doing that to retrack a past...
Could not mend a trashing meant to last.
Living in the 'now' with truth...
Had been pursued with others to share.
But too many then had valued their pretensions.
And their eyes now reveal...
A longing to erase their despair.
With a hunger someone approaches.
To offer them empathy.
And excuse their indignities shown!
But who can believe those fed to greed?
Or the depths of their embedded deceit...
Too well dispensed.
And too well known!
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No More Fearful Innuendos
No more...fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Get from your windows.
Your neighbors can now see...what you do.
No need to whisper what you're feeling.
If it's there it will be seen like you!
Open your closed doors.
Your enemies perceived have never been.
That gossip was to get you to accept it.
While the thieves were stealing truth from under you.
Oh! Oh...
Come out of hiding.
Look at all the damage that's been done.
Don't you think that this has been intentional?
To have suspicions laid on everyone.
Oh! Oh,
No more...
Fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more...fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
Open your closed doors.
Your enemies perceived have never been.
That gossip was to get you to accept it.
While the thieves were stealing truth from under you.
Oh! Oh...
No more!
Fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
No more fearful innuendos.
No more. No more.
Get from your windows.
Your neighbors now can see just what you do.
No need to whisper what you're feeling.
If it's there it will be seen like you!
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
Oh, oh.
And...
The truth is there.
Staring in your face.
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A Spicing Done That Delivers Innuendos
People express their opinions.
And most opinions made,
Have been gossip relayed.
It seems to excite those kept entertained,
By a dropping of their two cents...
Upon situations lived by others,
With the adding of additional...
Nonsensed ingredient.
And when their taste to degrade,
Has been proven wrong...
No apologies are made,
As these people just move on...
To someone else that is picked,
For a spicing done that delivers innuendos...
Without proof or validation,
To assassinate another character as seen fit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Number One
Honesty is often admired.
And in privacy...
Those known to be that way,
Are more than welcomed.
But an honesty admired,
That becomes publicly outspoken...
Around others unfamiliar with it,
Can stun them and have them run.
Most people rather not be shown,
Associated with it.
Most people collectively,
Choose to be accepted.
And today no one wants to feel shunned.
Knowing until an approval of honesty,
Has yet to be done.
Since currently dishonesty for many is number one.
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Anna Hazare A strong old man Fights corruption For the people Of his country
Anna Hazare
A strong old man
Has taken the nation
By storm
Fights corruption
For the people
Of his country
Lives in a temple
Without a family
On others mercy
With meager means
Politicians see him
As an enemy
Afraid of being caught
Corrupt deeds
Getting exposed
People at large
Support his mission
Of honesty
Pray to god daily
Honesty overtakes
Corruption finally
Brings smile
On the faces of people
Of his country
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Like Leaves On a Tree
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
There is so much truth in honesty too!
Don't you think?
Some people don't believe this.
They percieve truth,
As something they can create.
Something they can change,
When they feel it is out of date.
Some people even lie.
This is true.
Some tell different colored ones...
Just to prove the 'real' ones,
Aren't what they tell to undo!
Some people embellish,
And exaggerate themselves.
Knowing with a consciousness,
Truth and honest...
Does not within them dwell.
They are the ones,
Who love to dance and sing around the bush.
Beat it a few times with assisted innocent looks.
Then expect to be forgiven...
To escape a punishment.
Like children told over and over,
Not to do something done.
But do...
And yet expect not to get caught,
When in clear view.
There is so much honesty in truth.
Don't you think?
Once that is known...
It doesn't have to be shown.
One can see it.
Like leaves on a tree.
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Once Enjoyed and Invited
We are not in those times anymore.
When people would choose others,
For their own ignorance...
Unstopped and revolving,
Through the same turnstiles...
To explore and bore.
More people are awakening,
To what time 'today' is.
With less of them wasting it,
To let go and live.
The ones who found gossip,
Whispered from ear to ear.
Find it almost impossible...
To ignite any intrerest,
With someone equally inquisitive.
We are not in those times,
Anymore.
When people would choose others,
For their own ignorance...
To Explore increasing boredom.
And more and more,
People are re-evaluating values.
Finding it difficult,
To do as they choose...
And have others listen too!
Once enjoyed and invited,
People seem today quicker to admit...
A deeper meaning sought,
Than the routine of nonsense...
That finds them sick of it!
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Within Cliques of Gossips
There are those programmed and convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
But when asked, none had close talks...
With the one claimed known.
And the one claimed known...
Had not a clue as to what was going on.
Other than the usual assumptions that take place,
Within cliques of gossips.
There are those who have created,
Lifestyles of others in their minds.
With sexual preferences believed known discussed.
With the goings on in the privacy of their homes,
And with whom they lust.
There are those programmed and self convinced...
People they assumed they knew,
With conversations had with others...
Family, friends and a collection of a chosen few,
Were people that they knew.
Until they got the opportunity to meet them.
And then became quite upset...
That those they met,
Were quite different...
Than the people they had kept in their minds.
Only to find themselves,
Living too confined and behind fast times.
To leave a narrow perception of life,
Left to go unaddressed.
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Expect Your Value To Become Diminished
Would you like to discover your value quickly?
Here is a simple thing to do to test it...
With identity and dignity you pride inside,
Speak directly with honesty and truth...
In places not accustomed to it.
Begin with those who are family.
Then approach those you call friends.
I've seen this attempted by others.
Character assassinations began.
And you know there will be labelling done!
Well...
Some do not know this.
And are ready to seek approval and acceptance.
Expect your value to become diminished,
If you buy any of that, 'You are not like us' nonsense.
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
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One's Selected Beliefs
Put into its right perspective...
An honesty that is and maintained.
This kind of perspective...
Isn't going to be accepted,
In a society basically fed...
On a diet of delusions.
Let's face it!
Honesty is not the thing,
People receive readily.
Nor regularly!
And for many,
Honesty is traumatic and fear producing.
Honesty chases truth away.
Truth offends.
Who doesn't know that?
Now,
With a little bit of sugar...
Some animation,
And an adult speaking in a child's voice...
Deceit, being discreet and kept secrets,
Are priorities kept and practiced.
And...
Will sustain one's selected beliefs,
Those chosen to become tradition...
For lifetimes of celebrated mystique.
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
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Raised From Birth
People do not suffer,
From their faith.
Or an abundance of it in practice,
Everyday and kept active.
People suffer from the wrong beliefs.
And a mind that is programmed...
That has been taught to feed,
By teachings of thieves.
Who then show them methods of greed.
To spread and release.
People adopt to philosophies,
That tag others with labels.
To assist in the lifting,
Of feelings that isolate them...
In divisions that split.
Into inferior mentalities,
That impresses with a dominance.
And imposes a superiority.
People have been raised from birth,
To replace a self hatred.
That makes others worship failure,
Which allows a thirst.
Cursing themselves and everyone...
With wishes to become the chosen ones.
And be viewed as the only ones,
God sees as first.
Eventually a destruction is dispersed.
And conflicts arise that threatens their demise!
People do not suffer from a faith that is unbroken!
People with a depth of it,
Would keep themselves grounded.
Unshakened with it as it is shared and spoken!
People with faith would never be undone.
Unless it was never there.
Erased and replaced by something else.
That came to chase away a faith...
And kept them praying,
Everyday!
And yet displaying...
Absolutely none!
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People SOS!
People! Become thoughtful!
You must be deep in thoughts.
This world? This world without truth,
People look but dont't look through.
People, people, people SOS!
You're destroyers of this world.
People, people I'm Boss
And I command: stop it all!
People, peoople! Trees do fall
Oxygen disappears from air.
This world without soul
Let's start new life since New Year!
People! It's time for changes
Countdown started, Yeah!
People! Make your choice,
See you in New Year!
Hollow flatterers
Hollow flatterers,
Do absolutely nothing for me.
Maybe because I've observed them before,
From childhood.
Those people showing their toothy smiles.
As if friends.
And behind someone's back,
They flap their lips loosely with gossip to attack
Compliments not honesty,
They perceive as a correct thing done.
But a sincerity felt in truth...
Is disconnected from them,
And this they can not do to show to anyone.
And as I age with a clarity,
That is daily wisening...
I see the hollow flatterers empty of depth and deed.
And wonder I do to myself as I observe...
Do these people realize others through them can see?
Flapping their lips loosely with gossip...
Yet deceptive as they practice,
A self righteous hypocrisy.
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Their Closest Relatives
People hypnotized and transfixed,
Have grown more accustomed
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
So accustomed to myths,
People are.
And the praying to what is believed,
To what has been embedded
In their minds,
Exists.
People do not wish to be told,
About the thought process of Nature.
And how that goes.
Or about Earth and Mother Nature.
The relationship between them.
How that works and what they know.
People wish and desire to accept,
They are more powerful
Than that which 'allowed' them life,
And gave to them breath.
People reject with a dismissing of this,
That which gifted them and permitted their lives.
People have grown more accustomed,
To their movie productions.
And those creative emotional TV shows.
Yet,
Give zero respect to their closest relatives.
The Sun, The Moon
And how together,
They affect their lives lived here on Earth.
People have chosen to become accustomed,
To ignoring as if they do not hear or listen.
Or are aware of them with comprehension.
People choose not to accept this as is.
People choose to believe from that which exist,
They are not born from it.
People choose for themselves to believe,
For them
There is no connection to perceive.
Even though what is they can not conceive,
Flows through their veins and bleeds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man Of My Dreams
Those deep eyes reveal a heart of gold,
Purity, honesty and empathy they tightly hold,
A character worthy of respect they mould,
Stories of passion and desire to succeed they unfold.
You make innocence your style,
And respect for elders an important file,
You are caring and protective for people,
who walk with you for a mile,
And all this you do with an everlasting smile!
Your dedication and determination build a strong foundation,
My wishes for you, to be a source of inspiration,
This I know you will achieve by a realization,
that,
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
poem by Heema Shah
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