Blatant Are The Disparaties
So blatant are the disparaties today,
As if to test those who are deeply affected.
While keeping them peacefully teased.
Like children fearing to disobey...
With the toughts of candy being kept away.
And yet...
Overcomed by the numbing that has been done,
Effectively to decrease anything associated...
With reality.
Since many suppressed and historically oppressed,
Are so accustomed to being on their knees.
And...
Anyone amongst them attempting to stand and walk,
Alone and defiant...
Is immediately accused of seeking attention.
And 'trying' to lift one's head up high,
Is definitely an act most of them despise.
'They are 'always' trying to be better than the rest of us.
Why can't they be down to Earth?
Or 'hang' around with the doing of nothing.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Effectively Accomplished
They've received their titles.
And obtained positions...
Worthy of the affected snobbery shown.
And yet with all of their influence,
And affluent tastes...
Absolutely nothing by them has been effectively,
Accomplished!
Nothing that would merit the attention,
From a suppressed humanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Value Of The Tought
MY TOUGHTS ARE WELL WITH ME,
THE VALUE OF THE TOUGHT IS OF THE TOUGHT,
I AM MY TOUGHTS,
MY TOUGHTS IS ME,
AYE, DO YOU WISH THAT I STOP THINING?
THUS, YOU WISH MORE THY I DEATH,
YOU WISH THE DEATH OF NATIONS OF MY TOUGHTS,
YEA, I AM A LIVING CONSTELLATION.
A WELL TOUGHT OUT TOUGHT,
MY TOUGHTS FOR ME, LIVES WITH ME, WITHIN ME.
AND EVERY BEING OF VALOUR FROM MY TOUGHTS, SEES MY VISION AND DEFENDS MY TOUGHTS,
ITSELF IS MY TOUGHT.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Weeds of Warning
Freeze all requests for a correctedness.
Those days to do it effectively are gone.
And those who chose to stay away...
Slept unconcerned and remained that way.
What has been harvested has been regret.
And those weeds of warning,
Have killed any blooming expected.
As well as the numbing of consciousness,
To overcomed the doing done that has been accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Under Such Duress
You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.
That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!
And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?
Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Hope To Revive Its Glittering Glow
Take and keep your faith placed high,
On your agenda that is prioritized.
It is the only thing you will come to treasure,
As having tremendous value...
When everything else you saved and praised,
Loses its effectiveness...
In diminishing measures.
When that which was prized,
You now come to realize was not true to you.
But was kept to impress,
Others' eyes...
Who themselves are witnessed now,
To cry and sigh because they've been denied...
The keeping of their pretentions polished with a gloss.
One that has lost its influence meant to keep you teased.
Something people like these only lived to breathe.
And today find themselves,
Suffocating and pleading on their knees.
The same people who faked reality!
That same reality now exposed as worthless.
But having many making attempts to resuscitate,
Its vanishing purpose.
With a hope to revive its glittering glow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peacefully Kept Secret
I...
Have forgotten,
From where I've come?
This must be something,
You are accustomed to saying to anyone.
Perhaps those you would prefer to see,
An attention to them come.
And that would not be me.
You see...
Not only have I not forgotten,
But I am still living in it.
In the same familiar environment.
I am just not of it!
And I perceive that is what you meant.
Since I hope you are not accusing me of negligence.
That would be an assessment,
From someone with a mind fixed on images...
And not deeds.
And...
That would not be me.
I can not blame you at all!
Who would suspect...
I'd keep an interest in placing my footsteps,
Upon the same sidewalks.
And no one would expect my visions kept,
To reflect upon those unaccepting.
However,
I...
Have 'not' forgotten,
From where I've come at all.
In fact...
I am happy,
To keep my seeking to reach...
Peacefully kept secret.
And I believe that is what you see.
But...
I am not here to focus upon your impressions,
You seek with a validation,
To fuel into an argument.
Or a wasting of my rebuttal to expose a slighted ego.
I am happy,
To keep my seeking to reach...
Peacefully kept secret.
And I believe that is what you see.
To hopefully be kept the way it is,
Peaceful as it has been earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defective Beliefs
Doesn't it seem we live in those times,
When the experience of living them...
Has become less mysterious.
Who living amongst us today,
Can honestly admit to say...
They have not a clue of what's going on?
Blatant is the disrespect.
Blatant is corruption and theft.
Blatant are those who have and 'have' not.
And 'who' today can honestly say,
They have not been deceived...
By the keeping of defective beliefs.
To continue to lie to oneself,
Would not be advisable to maintain mental health.
Since to do it would prove total insanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better than Candy
'No candy today.'
I had to tell her
as every day I told her
while passing melted
snow cones that stained
the sidewalk I could not
by her better shoes to
walk on. Not today.
Today we barely have
what we really needed
yesterday. Today is
months behind and
four years old.
'No candy.', I told
her as I kissed her.
'Better than candy.'
she said of my kiss.
Better than candy.
poem by Isabel Kestner
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People Of Goodwill
The more one is charitable towards another,
More donations are expected to causes created.
And at one time philanthropy was a safe haven,
For those who were crooks...
To show themselves as people of goodwill,
And humanitarians!
Today those same thieves,
Are attempting to prove helping others...
Will eliminate them from doing good deeds.
Since an increase in their taxes,
Will force them to decrease...
Opportunities they've used to force others to bleed,
As a write off many of greed had grown accustomed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Village Of Hopes And Dreams
As we all come upon a death of a certain loved one
We all grief in the same way with our heads down.
As we all lose the championship,
We all grief in the same way with our heads down.
As we all fail a test, of which we tried so hard on,
We grief in the same way with our heads down.
As we all walk in the rain the same, so sad
The mood of the storm changes us
We all grief in the same way with our heads down.
As we all cry the same with blood-shot eyes, hoping no one sees us,
We all grief in the same way with our heads down.
As we all pray to God that this pain will stop,
We never think what we’ve down for him.
As I have lost something so great,
I lift my head to the sky
Pray to God that he will bless me with the opportunity
Of doing better next time.
As I learned from my elders the way you walk can tell a lot about yourself.
So I walk with my head up high, knowing God has sent his angels
To guide me in my path.
And if I did grief in the same way as others, with my head down.
I know that the Devil will be staring me down.
And as I walk home on this rainy day,
I pray that sunshine is on its way!
As I’ve cried in this stall,
I got on my knees and prayed to God to let these tears stop
With hopes and dreams I get from him,
Smiling each day because I know I am strong.
poem by Rachel Martin
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Third Degree
(by eddie boyd and willie dixon)
Got me accused of peeping, I cant see a thing.
Got me accused of petting, I cant even raise my hand.
Bad luck, bad luck is killing me.
Well I just cant stand no more of this third degree.
Got me accused of murder, I aint harmed a man.
Got me accused of forgery, I cant even write my name.
Chorus
Got me accused of taxes, I aint got a dime.
Got me accused of children, and aint nary one of them was mine.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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\ Sex
What did
Sex tell you
Yesterday?
Not to come
My way, today!
Why did you
Disobey?
Can you not
Stay away
Even for a
Single day?
Why do you
Need it -
Every day?
Can you not
Curb your
Urge today?
"You are a
Sex Addict."
People might
Say, to your
Utter dismay!
So it's high time,
You found a way
Of keeping your
Craving at bay! ! !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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No Bits Of Candy
No bits of candy do I have to hand out.
Or other pieces of sweetened treats.
I've come to share observations not ignore them.
With a truth I welcome.
Not versions of dishonesty,
To satisfy those more accustomed to deceit.
With a wish of more of it to feed and feast,
Without a noticing the cupboards are getting bare.
And the reality of 'needs' must be faced.
Whether you pay attention to me or not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The London Riots
The riots there in London:
The polices' fault I guess,
For not repressing all the masses
And keeping the oppressed suppressed!
poem by Neil Milliner
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To Do With A Doing Done
Things,
I could not get to touch...
Use to bother me.
And my wishes to want what I wanted,
So much without waiting.
Things,
I could not receive immediately...
Teased my mind and I would climb trees,
Literally.
To sit as high as I could on a branch I reached,
When I was younger and full of unlimited energy.
I fantasized my life as a bird flying high.
No one never told me I couldn't.
And I tried and tried until I would end up crying.
Disbelieving that my wishes,
Weren't so easily coming to me.
Things,
I could not receive immediately...
Teased my mind and I would climb trees,
Literally.
To sit as high as I could on a branch I reached,
When I was younger and full of unlimited energy.
Today acknowledging the many stages I have graced,
With so many dreams thought impossible...
That came to stare me in the face.
I know now it wasn't about 'things' I wanted to embrace.
It was about what I thought I could not achieve...
But did because my wants kept me haunted,
To continue that which I dreamed to do with a doing done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weep Not Teardroppers
Weep not teardroppers.
Every sign of warning on the wall...
Has been flashing in visable neon.
Every messenger sent away,
Bruised and battered...
Has been sent to deliver,
What now makes you shake and shiver!
Even the one who was elected to say,
'Changes come.
And they will come to stay! '
You browbeat...
As if the signs of this,
Has not piled sky high...
On every corner of every street.
Weep not teardroppers.
Dry your eyes.
Surprising for many it may be...
But,
REALITY isn't sugarcoated!
Nor is it dipped in something sweet.
And this reality that appears...
Is 'inclusive'.
'Why?
Why are you 'always' so...
Cynical? '
Well...
That's an improvement,
Over accusations of being embittered,
Disgruntled, negative and sarcastic!
Nationalistic and racist.
What a relief!
I'm hopeful one day you will find my 'cynicism',
Rated as mundane.
And...
You are the first to encourage my excitement.
And they say people today aren't paying attention.
How wrong can those who do not listen be?
'Why are 'you' crying? '
I'm overcomed with joy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mistreatment
As long as it is believed,
You are the one pegged...
To be used and teased,
By others who see your kindness
As a sign that you are weak.
Don't lose any sleep.
Remember people like that...
Will someday reveal themselves as creeps.
As long as you keep,
What you say honest and true...
You can hold your head up high.
Wherever you go!
Whatever you do!
Know in your heart there are few like you.
So many today say they pray for peace...
And they are the first ones to show,
Someone like you...
A unity means nothing at all.
If it can't be welcomed and/or released.
Especially towards another,
Who shows and gives respect!
Familiarity breeds contempt with intention.
And there are some living lives with that done.
Regardless of who receives mistreatment next.
And jealousy is immediately exposed...
If you or anyone
Can produce without them
Something that merits success!
And placing your steps away from those like this...
Is a suggestion recommended,
That has been put to the test!
Don't waste your time trying to understand them.
Be glad they have shown you,
A way of life you can't accept!
Let them plunge into a sinkhole...
This is what they want!
Assist them to get what they expect!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ever Present
You,
Most High...
Know who I am.
With you,
Ever present...
In my mind,
My whereabouts anytime...
Is not diificult for you to find.
You,
Most High...
Know where I am.
With my emotions deeply felt,
Under the radiance of Your Sun...
I welcome with the rising,
And when the setting of it is done.
Stripped to disconnect and distanced,
I once had a need to believe...
I could be out of Your view.
I use to wish to escape from Your Omnipresence...
And those obstacles that would test,
Until I saw my own way through.
But with You,
Most High...
I am so glad I've decided,
To seek challenges to undo.
And to self examine and reflect...
Why I 'must' do as You choose.
You,
Most High...
Know who I am.
And You Most High...
Know 'if' I chose to I could stand,
From a fall.
To come to realize...
You are my ALL.
And to You,
Most High...
I raise my head,
In devoted praise.
You,
Are ever present in my life.
And the reason I exist...
With a flowing of encouragement You give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether Conscious or Not
As long as others,
Were subjects of their poked jokes...
These agitating folks were satisfied to live,
Unapologetically.
Free of guilt!
And accountability!
Nor did they think deeply,
About the affects of wearing sheets with peepholes.
And whose state of mind these acts would upset.
They were mobs much like a cancerous glob.
Yearning to hang or burn...
Human beings they deemed,
From them had lessons to learn!
And today this same mindset,
Has not through time been addressed.
That same ignorance defends insecurities.
With absurdities blatant.
And masked to distract...
An attraction for mentioned bigotries!
Although their states are 'mapped'...
And appear united.
These folks are divided by their racist remarks!
Most of them say,
This is not their way today!
But a debating of their policies believed.
Those implemented,
And meant to stay!
But those of color know,
Too well their lives of limitation.
And who amongst them sit imprisoned.
By laws that intend,
To keep them suppressed.
With wings to obtain in an 'afterlife'...
So in 'this' life,
An obedience from them is expected!
And then there are those skilled to speak,
From both sides of their mouths.
And 'this' from their institutions,
They are more than glad to teach!
Even from pulpits...
Their philosophies are outreached.
While delivering observations,
Uncommitted from atop high fences.
They are convinced verses spewed...
Are remembered sacred scriptures,
That should depict them as chosen victors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glad This Is Not My Issue
I have never been accused,
Of being patriotic.
Devoted or loyal.
Nor sacrificial to others' needs.
Whether known or not...
These activities,
Do not from other lips speak.
It has never been discussed,
How I would rush to the aid of others.
And entertain them with foolishness,
Just to see a smile come across their lips.
Although I've been called stupid on many occasions.
It has never been expressed,
My desire to do my very best.
Or to implement with discipline,
The tackling done of obstacles that come to test.
Yet...
It has been said,
I think I'm better than the rest.
Trying to impress.
I have heard comments stated in my face,
To berate what is I've attempted to do.
To then have it said...
I do what I do to seek attention.
As if there is something I need to prove.
'Can we all say, Lun-a-tic? '
And the more I value the quietness of my peace,
In a privacy I seek to protect...
I hear it said that I am lonely, eccentric and seeking friends.
And a public attention is what I address.
As I age,
I thank God my time has been spent...
In the validation of those things important.
And the sharing of events with those loved who are close.
If I had not...
I would not know whose life it is to live!
Or which of those with mental illnesses needing focus the most!
I am glad this is not my issue.
And I've got them too.
But not on these levels.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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