Busy As The Greed of Thieves Were Fed!
Dominated by perceptions and imagination...
Their steps taken to investigate truth,
Have been few if any.
They have been raised to praise visuals.
And the effectiveness of gloss on glimmer.
Waxed to shine upon their ideals.
Delusions have run out of their polish.
Few remain who faithfully keep them.
Dimes and nickles pinched...
Take the place of rolled tossed pennies.
Terrorists alerts are now focused on Wall Street.
Where the enemies have depleted funds.
While racist tactics were used to keep everyone...
Busy as the greed of thieves were fed!
Now keeping those awake...
In fear of themselves instead!
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An Absence of Diligence
Duped and juiced.
Pinched and squeezed.
Convinced with fed delusions...
A fix will mend these current scenes.
Economically depleted.
Philosophically tricked.
People are seeking answers,
As to what, why and who started this.
An absence of diligence.
No observations with common sense.
Entertainments galore to deceive.
With visuals to believe.
Duped and juiced.
Pinched and squeezed.
Convinced with fed delusions...
A fix will mend these current scenes.
Economically depleted.
Philosophically tricked.
People are seeking answers,
As to what, why and who started this.
But truth is not received.
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Behind Disturbed Hidden Minds
Well...
They 'all' were given the same opportunity,
To come out of hiding and tell the truth!
A few are coming forward.
Some are still reluctant!
Fearing to sever from conditioned delusions.
Such as...
Prescribed medications,
That keep them addicted to self inflicted illnesses.
And those completely confused by deceit...
Hang on behind disturbed hidden minds!
However...
Truth has not arrived to assist with excuses.
That has got to be made clear.
Truth is not here to tolerate fear!
Or alibis with smooth lies...
Any longer.
Those days of color coded terrorists alerts,
Are gone!
And a cleanup of where those terrorists sat...
Near their monuments.
Will be sanitized but not scented!
And burn those false idol worshipping documents!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Them Have Their Tea With Crumpets
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
He...
Wishes to present to them realities.
And they...
Were raised to feed on fantasies.
With praise they wish the world,
Continues to see.
That greatness hyped with hypocrisy!
But those who have chosen to sip their tea,
Even without him leading them...
Can not believe nor accept,
A change is evident.
With a coming to them that is direct.
Because on just 'credit'...
The economy bleeds.
And those who now seethe,
Are the ones who depleted it!
Let them have their tea with crumpets.
Sound the trumpets,
For those who seek a return of greed.
Since the leader the people selected,
Can not in truth maintain their philosophies.
And without his honesty...
They perceive a boundless gluttony,
Will and can come back again.
'What about the thieves?
Who holds them accountable,
For their activities? '
Sssshhh...
That is part of the reality,
They rather see erased from them to leave.
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For Those Who Are Disbelieving This
Even though the message has been absolutely clear...
There has been many attempts to re-write it.
Change its contents...
And defame the messengers,
With slander and atrocious accusations!
And each time that same message has been sent...
Those disliking the severity of it,
Have been exposed for what and who they are!
Exploiting the truth to delay its delivery,
Has not stopped the reality of it at all.
In fact,
That message did not need anyone to deliver it,
For it to become less effective!
The 'Supreme' Almighty has known the culprits...
Long before preparing His Wishes!
Now that He realizes visuals are more respected,
In ways these 'visuals' have not ever been seen before?
He, The Almighty, presents to us visuals,
On a grand scale!
And as clear as crystal glass...
We are all going to witness His Power!
Since many folks are illiterate anyway!
And for centuries many have depended on that ignorance,
To feed fear...
Separatism.
Divisiveness.
Confli ct.
War. Pain. Agony...
And a host of associated miseries!
To keep their greed,
Through the use of racist opportunities.
That nonsense is coming to an end!
And for those who are disbelieving this...
Will be seen fleeing from themselves.
And this will be a sight that enlightens.
Stripping all from the thought of deception!
And all who have been accustomed,
To living 'this' reality completely in deceit...
Will find themselves defeated,
Without one single defense!
Or an exit of shelter...
To rest and prepare for fresh masquerades!
Those days will no longer be available,
To charade that kind of existence ever again!
This truth arriving upon us...
Will not be camouflaged.
And concepts of God are going to be changed,
For the good and for those of higher consciousness!
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More Spice Is Needed
Wouldn't they make better use of their time,
Investigating why their investigations
Need investigators who investigate?
Instead of wasting valuable resources...
Employing those selected to monitor
The actions of those responsible
For creating such tactics to spy
On each other's activities!
While illegal 'aliens' demand top dollar
For their silence and co-operation
In keeping the game of hide n' seek
A lucrative game they all share
In keeping their pockets full!
Any 'truths' overheard by wiretaps...
Are only ignored for lack of originality,
That feeds nothing to the imagination!
More spice is needed,
To implement a heightened excitement!
And perhaps that is why the whole process
Is constipated!
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Events To Come?
The roamers and vagabonds
still roam this land.
They migrate towards the cities
and hold out their hand.
A few pennies here,
A few nickles there,
A few dollars, maybe
but that's pretty rare.
Most are afraid of them.
They look the other way.
For seeing is believing
on every passing day.
And so the business suits move on.
To their cubicles they go.
They're intent on how the market's doing
and their portfolio.
'How much money will I make?
Will I lose my shirt? '
They never think that they just might
wind up in the dirt
with a few pennies here,
a few nickles there,
a few dollars, maybe
for the market's now a bear.
Move over roamers
and vagabonds too.
Now we need handouts
just the same as you.
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You Will Come To Know The Obvious
Why is that crowd over there...
Backed up into a corner.
Bickering.
AND pointing fingers at one another?
'Well...
As the story goes...
They had been the movers and shakers.
Determined many years ago,
That they would advance themselves...
By chosing people to depict as their enemies.'
Enemies?
'Yep!
As the story goes.
Now they have become a fixture around here,
As a reference to those days long gone.
And also...
Folks come from all over the globe,
To be entertained by their shananigans.'
That's amusing and quite interesting.
What has happened to those,
They once had depicted as their enemies?
Do you see the people walking up and down the street freely,
Appearing as happily and unconcerned as if nothing...
But the doing as they wish,
Is their utmost priority?
'No...
Don't tell me.
They are not the ones that had been depicted as enemies? '
Okay.
I wont tell you.
However...
If you prolong you visit,
You will come to know the obvious for yourself.
And they unconsciously,
Backed themselves up into that corner.
And everyday they return to the same place...
To argue about their version of unity,
And what is good for the community.
'Aren't their tactics a bit outdated? '
Sssshhh.
Someone will hear you.
And we've become quite satisfiied,
With the keeping of things...
Just the way they are.
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Has It Been Depleted?
You are upset with me,
Because I have created my own success...
With sacrifice and patience.
In a place you told me I invited my own defeat.
And you have a Master's Degree in Business Finance.
With nothing to show for it,
But foreclosed and repossessed possessions.
Sometimes you don't eat?
Geeessshhh.
And your degree is packed away in storage.
While today you find yourself standing,
In an unemployment line.
Why are you upset with me?
Aren't you following your dreams?
What in your mind are you trying to define?
I can only say I have been blessed.
And kept my faith devoted.
Allowing God to do the rest!
And did not try to impress.
God often addressed this.
Perhaps that is the reason,
I still remain focused.
Why would you be upset with me?
I fell, crawled...
Stood up to clean and pave my path.
And had to endure the laughing of others,
As I passed.
With very few dimes...
To send my clothes to the cleaners.
And I remembered you told me,
You had an expense account for that!
Has it been depleted?
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Intoxicated Love
'What's love got to do with it? '
Tina?
Tina, Tina, Tina?
Anna Mae Bullock,
You are a head 'Turner'
But...
At one time...
When I thought of life,
As a hustle.
To produce pennies, nickles
And now worthless dimes.
Love,
As I knew of it then...
Was a waste of time.
And the furthest thing from my mind.
Seeking that hustle,
With hopes to muscle up respect.
What I did get was dwindling change.
And a pinch to remind me,
Of my adopted hopelessness.
Today,
I feed on it with such a greed.
I feel I must steal love.
Without guilt to please my wants and needs.
Intoxicated I find my mind,
With this stolen love.
Intoxicated love has found me,
Cleared eyed and freed of that hustle bustled.
'What's love got to do with it? '
With me?
So much I can't get enough of it.
And blessed that God has given this gift!
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Follow The Leader
For the first time,
Questions are raised
As to who was paid
To keep the innocent deluded...
When the sky was caving in.
As celebrations kept them numbed.
And receptive to refuse signs of truth.
Even when their foundations were seen crumbling...
The passing of the buck was done real quick!
And marketed to heights,
Was a slipping of greatness.
To keep festivities light and bright,
With accepting sleaze.
Left to the thieves...
Who were praised on Wall Street!
For the first time,
Questions are raised
As to who was paid
To keep the innocent deluded...
When the sky was caving in.
And the bombardment of terrorists,
Successfully kept attention...
Away from 'inside' misdeeds committed,
As crooks with political ties...
Perfected economic sins!
To pocket and divide.
Disgust is not enough to slow...
The effective falling of dominos!
When so many have been suckered to play,
Follow the leader.
And made to obey incompetence displayed.
Without dispute to mute.
Or boot this failure away...
In a straitjacket.
To muzzle.
And then lynched to commence healing.
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Selfishness Invested
A fear of losing capitalistic views abused.
By those who depleted,
The economy with their greed.
And shouts of spreading the wealth,
Will take away from the healthy giving...
Of those who are rich!
Those with humanistic values.
Those who created jobs for others.
Those who are concerned...
About the infrastructure!
And of the well being of their fellowmen.
Sisters and brothers.
Those...
Who depleted,
The economy with their greed!
Those...
Who have devastated,
The lives of millions of people...
Who now fear socialism will cause them to bleed,
Their fading way of life!
Created by those wealthy...
Who could care less,
Who pays for a bailout...
To correct an infested,
Selfishness invested...
In a mess.
'Socialism shared by a few...
With a capitalistic point of view,
Keeps what is due between them!
Not you! '
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Economically Speaking
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
Economically speaking,
People feeding on delusions of loans and credits...
And borrowing on debits,
With interests blamed on threats...
That has left everyone following in the steps,
Generating today's cloud cover of unhappiness.
Smearing truths in denial and refusing to listen,
Leaves unhearing ears...
With thick headed skulls.
And those self righteous,
Hiding behind their mix of faith and bad politics...
Wish to shift their deceit,
On the backs of those...
Carrying the weight,
That enables the thieves to escape scot-free...
From any responsible accountability.
Economically speaking,
It has been the keeping of greed and theft...
That has left a bottomless pitt of debts unpaid.
With an overwhelming creation of fantasies unfaced,
That can be traced to the suffering.
And today's buffering of a smothered reality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Visuals
Visuals
Traverse the domains of dark present
And none sees them.
Fire loses charm and flames die young
With candles submitting themselves to the winds.
Visuals
End their games of making flashes innumerable
And the nights end midway.
Everything begins to submerge
Into the terrains of blind men.
Visuals
Turn back and come unto my abode
Where I remain with a ray of hope.
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When The Economy Started To Slip
When the economy started to slip,
Who was not aware of it?
And...
Who pocketed the funds,
Away from everyone?
When the economy started to slip,
Who was not aware of it?
And...
Who pocketed the funds,
Away from everyone?
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Who fed their greed.
And who didn't know,
Who were the cheats.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Who fed their greed.
And who didn't know,
Who were the cheats.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
When the economy started to slip,
Who was not aware of it?
And...
Who pocketed the funds,
Away from everyone?
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Who fed their greed.
And who didn't know,
Who were the cheats.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
When the economy started to slip...
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
When the economy started to slip...
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
When the economy started to slip...
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
Who didn't know,
Who fed at the feast.
And who didn't know,
Thieves! ?
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Lazy In Aruba
Life once had us running to the bank.
Banking on the prospect,
That investments in a future...
Would produce security.
Security fantasized,
To feed those whims and needs...
Afforded to please.
We believed that banking,
Was then a safe direction...
For a quality of life,
Respected to protect..
In quality ease!
If this was yesterday...
It would be okay,
To think about Aruba...
And snoozing on the beach.
If 'this' was yesterday...
We'd put our dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
Today pinching dimes,
Gets rent timely paid!
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
Just to snooze on the beach.
And...
Oiling heated skin,
Rubbing sand off our feet.
If 'this' was yesterday...
We'd put our dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
A rent that's needed to be paid,
Is just a pinch away.
And today Aruba,
Is for many out of reach.
Because today Aruba,
Is a dream hard to keep!
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
Just to snooze on the beach.
And...
Oiling heated skin,
Rubbing sand off our feet.
If 'this was yesterday...
We'd put our dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
The rent is pinched to pay!
We wanted a retirement,
Reflected in ease.
Lazy in Aruba,
On a Sun drenching beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
As we snoozed the day away.
If 'this was yesterday...
We'd put those dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
The rent is pinched to pay!
We wanted a retirement,
Reflected in ease.
Lazy in Aruba,
On a Sun drenching beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
And snoozing on the beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
And snoozing on the beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
And snoozing on the beach.
But unlike those yesterdays,
Aruba's out of reach.
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
To save up for retirement,
And feeling okay.
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
But today's not yesterday.
Today we pinch to pay!
Today is not yesterday.
Today we pinch to pay!
Today is not yesterday.
Today we pinch to pay!
Forgettin' 'bout Aruba.
Today we pinch to pay!
Forgettin' 'bout Aruba.
Today we pinch to pay!
Today we pinch to pay!
Forgettin' 'bout Aruba.
Pinching pennies not to save!
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take,
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take,
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take.
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take.
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
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Aruba Is for Many Out Of Reach
Life once had us running to the bank.
Banking on the prospect,
That investments in a future...
Would produce security.
Security fantasized,
To feed those whims and needs...
Afforded to please.
We believed that banking,
Was then a safe direction...
For a quality of life,
Respected to protect..
In quality ease!
If this was yesterday...
It would be okay,
To think about Aruba...
And snoozing on the beach.
If 'this' was yesterday...
We'd put our dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
Today pinching dimes,
Gets rent timely paid!
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
Just to snooze on the beach.
And...
Oiling heated skin,
Rubbing sand off our feet.
If 'this' was yesterday...
We'd put our dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
A rent that's needed to be paid,
Is just a pinch away.
And today Aruba,
Is for many out of reach.
Because today Aruba,
Is a dream hard to keep!
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
Just to snooze on the beach.
And...
Oiling heated skin,
Rubbing sand off our feet.
If 'this was yesterday...
We'd put our dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
The rent is pinched to pay!
We wanted a retirement,
Reflected in ease.
Lazy in Aruba,
On a Sun drenching beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
As we snoozed the day away.
If 'this was yesterday...
We'd put those dimes away.
But unlike those yesterdays...
The rent is pinched to pay!
We wanted a retirement,
Reflected in ease.
Lazy in Aruba,
On a Sun drenching beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
And snoozing on the beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
And snoozing on the beach.
If this was yesterday,
It would be okay...
To think about Aruba!
And snoozing on the beach.
But unlike those yesterdays,
Aruba's out of reach.
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
To save up for retirement,
And feeling okay.
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
If this was yesterday,
We'd put our dimes away!
But today's not yesterday.
Today we pinch to pay!
Today is not yesterday.
Today we pinch to pay!
Today is not yesterday.
Today we pinch to pay!
Forgettin' 'bout Aruba.
Today we pinch to pay!
Forgettin' 'bout Aruba.
Today we pinch to pay!
Today we pinch to pay!
Forgettin' 'bout Aruba.
Pinching pennies not to save!
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take,
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take,
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take.
You've got to feel it,
Ooo...
The risk that we take.
Pinching everything,
For a rent to get paid!
NOTE:
I had been torn been which title
to use. Sooo...there are TWO.
1. Aruba Is for Many Out of Reach...and,
2. Lazy In Aruba
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
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Its That Fear
It's that fear
Ooo very scary! !
I bet you don't know it
Keeps you worried
It's that fear...
Very loud in your ear..
But not everyone could hear
It's that fear
Why? Y u even here
Leaving people in tears..
It's that fear
Born and raised
Can be of denial
Struggles, family or revival
It's that fear
That keeps consuming..
Consuming us in out! !
Eating us away...
It's that fear
The fear we hate
Come to us in pace
In life circumstance
It's that fear
Can anyone hear?
Like a monster or dear?
I wish it was fair..
it's that fear
Some say never fear
But in the back they tear
Overwhelmed can't even dare
Trying to overcome the fear..
It's that fear
The fear which keep us
Us alive and awake
Awake from unexpected
Awake to fight against
It's that fear
I want all to hear..
You and me here..
We need to chase Mr. Fear
We could make it
Make this a better world
Without the fear
The fear of loss
The fear of famine
The fear of war
The fear of poverty
The fear of religion
The fear of recognition
Why are we in fear...?
Can't it be there not here..
It's time to chase him out there
Leaving us in peace in here
It's that fear
The fear which is not only mine
It's that fear for all
The fear we both hear
Hear from different angles
Hear in different times
We all just don't want him here...
The fear we both imagine
An illusion body..
Could affect your goals
Never entertain that fear.
Duels Between Thieves
Duels between thieves,
Eventually have to happen.
A source to go where thefts are made,
To ensure quality craved maintains its taste...
Does not sustain itself,
When thieves are not focused on originality.
Thieves have none!
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Age
Ive been up and down and around and round and back again
Ive been so many places I cant remember where or when
And my only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend
Never really was a friend at all
Ive traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time
Ive turned inside out and around about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again
Once I had myself a million, now Ive only got a dime
The diffrence dont seem quite as bad today
With a nickel or a million, I was searching all the time
For something that I never lost or left behind
Ive traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time
Ive turned inside out and around about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again
And now Im in my second circle and Im headin for the top
Ive learned a lot of things along the way
Ill be careful while Im climbin cause it hurts a lot to drop
When your down nobody gives a damn anyway
Ive traded love for pennies, sold my soul for less
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time
Ive turned inside out and around about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again
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