Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Do Demands
I don't do demands!
I 'may' take a request,
Every now and then.
Very cautiously.
At one time...
I would dropp whatever I was doing,
To be at someone's beck-and-call.
I had to put an end to that.
Some folks began making suggestions,
As to how I could do for them...
A better job!
YES.
'Maybe you should do it this way.
So and so said...'
I don't do demands!
I 'may' take a request,
Every now and then.
Very cautiously.
And...
Very cautiously,
I ask myself...
IF I am prepared to receive critique,
By the one who has asked for my assistance.
I don't do demands.
Especially made by those who say...
'Will you do this for me.
AND make comments.'
~I feel very appreciative,
You are demanding of my time.
AND...
You would like my comments,
As to how that time of mine I've spent...
Was enjoyed.
I'm getting goosebumps already.
I am shivering all over with just the thought of it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Captivated Is The Audience
Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
'We're concerned about the little people.'
Says one sent to speak and represents sleaze.
'Those people' who initiate wickedness...
To leave it and deceive.
Those who use treachery to bleed the Earth.
And yacht about with venom dripping,
From privileged mouths.
Are about to be themselves seized with grief.
Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And this has been made clear,
To every aspect that makes life a possibility.
When leechers perceive and believe,
They are more powerful than that which has created them...
Captivated is the audience that witnesses their demise.
Something occurs,
And from minds can not be excused.
Comments made by those thought elite...
Seem very disconnected from humanity.
And captivated is the audience,
That witnesses their demise.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Games Of Betrayal
Wait.
I just heard what you said.
And it has to be a joke?
Or you believe I am the ultimate fool.
Which is it?
And what in me are you trying to provoke?
You stated,
In amazing sincerity...
That you,
Are one of my closest friends.
And you want to shelter me from harm.
With a coming to my defense without question.
Your comments are very convincing,
And...
If I had not been targeted,
With a remembered backstabbing done...
A few years ago,
And a few years prior to that...
Your comments would have me sobbing,
In grateful tears.
I do not carry bitterness on my sleeve.
And lucky for you I am not revengeful.
What you have done I will never forget.
But don't ever take my kindness for weakness,
If you want to keep your consciousness.
I do not play,
Games of betrayal...
At all.
Nor find it 'cute' or funny...
That anyone would perceive me,
As disconnected from my sensibilities!
That...
Would be a heartbreaking mistake to make.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being Aware And Conscious Of It
I know who has been on my side,
And who hasn't.
That has been my one weakness,
And flaw.
Being aware and conscious of it,
Around those still connected to nonsense...
Will get comments made from those,
Who have yet to identify themselves...
With feelings they project on others.
And the depth of what being human means.
Many have not awakened from their delusions.
And I have never been given the opportunity,
To find my own.
None to pretend I was better than someone else.
'I have never heard you talk about yourself! '
Why should I do that...
If no one has express the interest?
I rather like to hear,
Those perceptions made of me.
They are far more interesting,
Than the reality lived I know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Principle
Everything that is
is inseparately alive.
All life
unique made manifest
is encoded
intricately interconnected.
All life is one life
all lusting to
live.
I communicate with
all existence I see
all life inherent
is not apart from me.
Creativity is
immaterial nature
made manifest
idealism more ennobled
than realized
contemporary reality.
An ecosystem
like planet earth evolving
is a closed system
vibrating indomitably aware.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Do The Hanging 'In' There
Let me tell 'you' somethin'
I appreciate your comments,
And from the place in your head
With assessments made.
But
You do the hanging 'in' there
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
Whatever those perceptions you perceive me to be
From an outer appearance you find important to judge.
Aint' nothing here you see weak about me.
I am aware of the wrapping done to my package.
I lead.
I do not follow.
And I may do this with tears.
With acceptance.
Not with misery.
There is not one step I've made in my life,
That occurred with dependable and/or reliable
Assistance done from anyone,
Who replaced my challenges and obstacles
With vanilla smoothies!
My faith kept my pace.
And when I awaken each day I am grateful.
I pray for strength and I get it.
And I do know from where my strength comes.
Nothing I've done has a confused moment about it!
Ain't nothing here you see,
Weak about me.
I appreciate your comments,
And from the place in your head
With assessments made.
But
You do the hanging 'in' there.
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
Whatever those perceptions you perceive me to be
From an outer appearance you find important to judge.
I don't take the time to do that to anyone.
I am here to do to get done.
Not to critique those tasks given I do to complete.
Or take the time to observe who is observing me.
You do the hanging 'in' there.
You the one hold your head up and be strong.
I know who I am
With eyes clear and direction taken!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, I Am B-l-e-s-s-e-d
I know I've been blessed!
How do I know that?
I've allowed you to dump your nonsense on me,
And I haven't 'blessed' you out!
I've had choice words to say to you for years.
And I've been fighting back the urge
Not to pull from those places you have encouraged.
I know I have been blessed.
To manifest goodwill and pray for the welfare of mankind
When many of those folks have done their best...
To drive me out of my mind!
I KNOW I have been blessed.
But I will cuss someone now and then.
One of 'them' who likes testing shark infested waters.
Just as a reminder how blessed I am
To keep myself from biting the heads off
Of those who can't get enough of agitating others
At their expense.
I don't leave anyone in suspense!
Yes, I am b-l-e-s-s-e-d.
And I leave no one guessing about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Coached To Manifest Infestation
I hope they don't believe,
That a validating of their stupidty...
Will come to free them.
It is there and clear...
The initiator of current conflicts,
Wants nothing to do with the ownership of it.
And the choice to rid others from this cancer,
Begins the finalizing of their end.
Unfortuately people who think like this,
Are here to destroy.
Not to build and uplift.
And they have no idea what is done that they do!
So coached to manifest infestation.
So coached to manifest infestation.
So coached.
So coached.
So coached.
So coached.
So coached to manifest infestation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Have You Not Written Anything About the Jews?
Why have you not written anything about the Jews?
'Nothing about them motivates me to do so.'
They may regard that as anti-semitic.
'Have I expressed any hostilities? '
No!
'Any sense of discrimination? '
No!
'Have I expressed anything against them...
As a religious, ethnic or racial group? '
No!
Not at all.
Well...
They may regard that as anti-semitic.
Your nonchalance about their existence.
'Oh, please!
As a black man,
There is enough in my history for me to cry 'wolf'.
And use that as a means to scream 'discrimination'.
And they are good depicting themselves as victims,
Without the assistance of my input!
With the use of the media,
They have marketed their sufferings very well.
And everyone knows the black 'man' is the most hated,
On this planet.
And you don't think those comments,
Would be regarded as anti-semitic?
'I 'think' you are insisting an anti-semiticness.
For reasons to satisfy a campaign you'd like to address.
When everywhere there is a genocide affecting the lives,
Of black folks who have been denied their rights.
Those who have chosen to keep their eyes open,
Can see that.
With resources stolen from their lands...
To benefit the lives of those who choose
To call themselves white.
Or those who choose to comfortably pass.
So,
I am in no mood to be anti-semitic.
Nor to be baited to debate in ignorance with you.'
Humanity is being destroyed by those insecure.
And you have no comments about that?
'Is this how you go about initiating conflict? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appearing On The Horizon
Depressingly uninformed,
Are the ones out of touch.
And stand they do on the backs of prinicples,
To keep those divided with beliefs...
Distanced from truths.
And hidden behind comments,
Spiked with lies so much.
Speaking from one side of one's mouth,
To say what those listening wish to hear...
And at another event to say something else,
With an interest to advocate falsities in ears...
Clearly diminishes,
A climate already infested by fears.
But no one can deny reality appearing on the horizon.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guess Who Will Find THAT Offensive?
My comments offend?
Your skin must be very thin.
If my depictions are available,
To be observed...
And your eyes have been fixed on sweets.
While you couldn't get enough,
Of those delusions fed...
To quickly eat of that 'funky stuff'.
My comments once made,
Freely and unafraid...
Will eventually be all up in your head,
To repeat back to me.
And guess who will find THAT offensive?
People like you who now wish,
They had listened and not passed judgement.
Have you ever heard the term,
'It Is Never Too Late? '
Look around you.
What time have you been waiting for to arrive?
That has long been sitting to visit.
And right before your eyes undisguised.
I didn't welcome that.
You did!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Actions and Less Words
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
However...
Those of actions and less words,
Impress with images lasting.
And it is the consistency of their thoughts and deeds...
That keeps one in someone's mind,
As one that can be believed without doubt or question.
Too many people today express in public flair,
How deep their loyalty for another is...
And so profess what is kept,
But not truthfully there to be addressed.
With confessions made to others,
As if this passes a test.
While it is the things done they do...
That disproves a conviction spoken.
And not in their hearts to followed through.
Although dramatized displays are created,
To show how someone by another,
Has been made to become upset.
This is straight from a 101 Beginner's Acting Manual.
And those on the receiving end,
Are not tricked to be fooled by deceptions that begin.
Feelings they have are invested too!
And these feelings for them are protected to defend.
Not tossed about in meaningless conversations.
Conversations to impress but without a depth connected.
Anyone can make comments,
About feelings meant.
Feelings claimed to have!
But kept in one's mind,
Where that time has been spent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Betrayal
(wang chung / peter wolf)
We met as friends of friends while still at school
I was all you ever really knew
When we met it was like a dream
For all I knew we could not fail
But now I know of your betrayal
Living in the older part of town
I worked all hours I could to bring us round
Your career was alive for you
But deep inside I watched it fail
And now I know of your betrayal
Your betrayal
If only I could hold you close
But now I know how love grows frail
When I asked if youd leave me
Or bout the boyfriends youd had
You said youd stay with me always
And that youd never be bad
But I would notice a smile
That you would hold within
As if your vanity flirted
With your knowledge of sin
Now youre quiet and cold
Your eyes just stare into space
And if I ask you to talk
You just dissemble your face
And the smile that I hated
Is now a frown of denial
And thats how I know of your unspoken betrayal
Oh, thats how I know of your unspoken betrayal
Now I wish that Id set you free
But I was terrified that I would fail
And now I know of your betrayal
Your betrayal
If only I could hold you close
But now I know how love grows frail
Oh now I know of your betrayal
Now I know of your betrayal
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Someone Made the Decision
Why do people leave,
From places once felt comfortable?
Someone made the decision,
To perceive themselves...
The end result of another's happiness.
And with a growing obnoxiousness,
Believed they could well afford...
Began to ruin the atmosphere.
And those who 'had' enjoyed it once,
Made it clear...
They could easily take away with them,
A peace of mind no one had bought.
Or sought to provide its growth to share.
That's why people leave,
From places once felt comfortable.
And that is why so many grieve,
When they believe what was done to please...
Has eventually left them alone,
To entertain their own sorrows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Laughed With Time To Waste
I never sought to be taken for a fool.
But there were those foolish enough,
Not to believe I was serious.
And perhaps that seriousness,
Had been misinterpreted.
And I have never elected,
To see them in that way.
Anyone making attempts,
To express their gifts and talents...
With intent,
Gained my respect.
Since I knew what that took.
I knew too well what that meant.
With those comments made by some and done,
And time that has come many have tried to shun...
I still have not been the one to evaluate.
A progress made.
However...
Few I knew have made great strides.
While those who laughed with time to waste...
Seem to have vanished to other places,
To grace their faces with fates they've faked.
Or wish to make attempts to do it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aloof, Cool And Haughty
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
And instead of accepting one's positive comments,
About what it is they do,
People will think anything mentioned about that...
Is an act of patronizing.
AND...
It 'is' when giving another one's support.
HOWEVER,
In some places this is regarded as being...
Aloof, cool and haughty.
So what is one left to do to leave minds like this,
Left to eventually dismiss?
One becomes...
Aloof, cool and haughty to please expectations.
Like I said,
There are not too many places,
Where the showing of one's appreciation...
Is disregarded.
But...
Places like this do exist.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed
Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.
AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.
It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For if the mystery concealed of old is made manifest to the Apostles through the prophetic writings, and if the prophets, being wise men, understood what proceeded from their own mouths, then the prophets knew what was made manifest to the Apostles.
There Are Demons that Torment All of Us
There are demons that torment all of us. Our past struggles in coming to ourselves where our acts reflect are pain and not our core. Such demons are thought compulsions, which have become an unwelcome tradition in us. They are the ultimate distraction; they have nothing to do with anything. Just think of the ways in which the past echoes through the media during presidential campaigns. Things said and done in the candidates past that have nothing to do with anything relevant are constantly being played. The negative slander of the opposition with a portion of their past truth gets more time, money and energy than defining who one is and what one stands for. Such adds, are disinformation, they have nothing to do with the issues, and who would be best suited to be president.
A significant portion of our mind generates negative rhetoric like the negative presidential campaign adds; it spins gross distortions against itself and for its self. Even more lethal in countless ways is the positive adds that are also distortions. In both cases the mind lies to itself. Our enemies, meaning those who are jealous, envious of us or those who are threaten by us, or those who are addicted to manipulating people, will take advantage of the rhetoric we except. Such parricides will play on your vanities and exploit your weakness. The artful ones will do both.
Superficially the parasites sharaid themselves as a friend, as a stable alliance, as someone you trust, confide in, as a wife. They will appear to be your most genuine supporter who defends you from the negative distortions from your self and from others. But they are not there to support you, all they know is betrayal, for the ones who they are closest too betrayed them. Many times they have identified with the parent or parents or person who betrayed them. As a defense they will not admit how hurt they are and how awful their childhood and life is. They were brought up in a world in which there was the appearance of love, but not real love. They perpetuate this illusion and people who could potentially really love them get caught up in the gravity of their illusions, in their atmosphere; it is a planet of denial and deception where not real caring grows but contempt, where no real love can grow. Where potential love withers and fades unless freeing itself from this insidious sneer.
Such people, cannot really help you, they cannot even help them selves. They can not give to you what they themselves to not have, love, genuine compassion, sincerity.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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No Time Did I Waste In Perfecting Deception
When you finally discover,
Those places I've been...
What will you think of me then?
I often wonder about the path you are on.
The careful steps you've taken...
To make sure what you do
Is right and not wrong!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
I did not have those comforts.
No tour guide in my life!
I have made my way through 'this'.
In complete darkness.
With just my faith and a followed insight.
Clouds of doubts covered my sleepless nights,
And frightened...
Sometimes.
But I continued on.
Knowing my sighing,
Did not prevent my eyes from crying!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
When you finally discover,
Those places I've been...
What will you think of me then?
Will you embrace the fact that I did not pretend?
All that I've done,
Has made it easier for you now to find!
Since that journey you have embarked upon,
Is the one I paved and cleared!
The one that nearly drove me out of my mind!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
Remember those times you said I was lazy?
Well I hope my achievements don't drive you crazy!
Since your reputation,
Has been secretly built on the back of my efforts!
And those who weren't aware...
Just look at you and stare,
With a glare that is shared.
But not smothered in love!
No time did I waste in perfecting deception!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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