Collected Madness Accepted
As you read this...
The wicked witches have brewed their fix.
Conflicts have addicted an avoidance to mix...
Those who adventured to trick with splits,
And those who prefer to be left in quiet sits.
Agitating divisions have increased.
Relationships have since decreased.
Backbiting has found itself on the rise.
And the shallow minded now are the ones to cry!
As you read this...
Those of higher consciousness continue to resist,
An obvious planting of encouraged dementedness.
And a struggle to hold onto values crumbling to the ground...
Scattering those responsible,
For a quality of life lost...
Never again to be ever found.
Since a racistness supporting a separateness...
Had followers believing,
This greed they fed would leave them receiving...
The benefits of threatened interests!
And it has...
Left them!
In a unified and collected,
Madness accepted!
Inflicted to intervene with rumors of peace.
Sold to protestors to wear on tee shirts...
Marketed and released!
For a price to pay.
As you read this day after day.
Numbing these events...
That come to stun and are here to stay!
Unless those brave,
Confront them with mental strength.
To condense them,
And erase them away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Read And Read Again
TO READ AND READ AGAIN
To read and to read again
And to be left empty
By the abundance of words
Whose meanings multiplication
Erases all sense
Of their coherence
And our understanding.
To read and read again
As if in this pretence of learning
Salvation will come
To read and read again
And be forever dumb.
.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Obvious But Absent
They carry Bibles and yet lie.
Quote scriptures,
Although hypocrites.
And are the main reasons,
For the divisions and splits...
Conflicts and indecisiveness.
With a healing that could be done,
That is obvious but absent!
They argue and are self righteous.
And determined with their wickedness,
To defeat anything that is good.
And their followers are found crawling to leech...
With a preaching done,
In depressed and neglected...
Inner city neighborhoods.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imploding
A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those receiving their assignments,
Perceive themselves 'bags of chips'.
The ones strutting around...
As if to have a few dollars more,
Gives them the right...
To demonstrate evil appetites.
Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.
Imploding from the myth,
To inflict suffering on others...
Makes one accepted in a clique.
But a ticking bomb they hold.
And in their minds this begins to show.
A little deceit becomes bigger when done.
And divisions when begun,
Are meant to affect the obvious ones.
The homeless, hungry and illiterate.
Those abandoned without receiving,
Proper benefits.
And the growing of the imploding,
Begins to collapse from within.
Those who perceive they are above misdeed,
Start to get a taste of what they can not believe.
An undoing of a web they set.
That traps them in a net of regret.
To suffocate themselves until there is no breath left,
From which to breed the breathing of deceptions done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Teased to Please In Prologue
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
Mental disruptions occuring without a stop.
Minds feed on evil by what's put into the mouth!
Dieting on meats and other chemicals for taste...
Takes away all senses one has,
And replaces them with those of hate.
Or something teased to please in prologue...
As those sit and wait,
For 'professionals' to debate their foolish fates!
What is this mystic mischief?
Coming to stir upon our wish for peace.
Creating divisions increased by bigotry released.
There is a method in this madness...
It must be solved!
It has to cease!
And yet indoctrinations come to inoculate...
More brainwashing with empty speeches,
From those who pose no opposition,
As long as it is never too late...
To keep a leeching state of mind kept in place!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cupids Dead
-you read the papers today? -
I read the news today oh boy,
About a tragic comedy
Newspaper hinted suicide,
The letterhead read dear johnny
A tainted truth was all it said,
Sleep tight now that
Youve made your bed
An arrow that once pierced your heart
Points to the apple on your head
Three sides to every story
Yours, mine
And, monday mornings
Cupids dead, headlines read,
Cupids dead
Cupids dead, headlines read,
Cupids dead
Oh, romeo, oh, romeo
Where did our love go, romeo?
If you read between the headlines,
You wouldnt be the last to know
No mystery yet to unfold,
A paperboy left in the cold
A love was said to never die,
Withered away and just got old
our top story tonight,
Is a crime of passion
The victim, an unidentified man,
Is found in bed, wearing only a diaper,
Holding a bow an arrow in one hand,
And clutching a letter in the other.
The letter simply read ...
Cupids dead.
Extra, extra, extra,
Read all about it
Cupids dead,
Cupid is dead, deceased,
I got peace of mind
Still its hard to forget,
What it leaves behind
A lot of love lost,
Your feelings are wasted,
Tasted the sweetness,
But now youre faced with,
The thought, of being alone
Nor more companionship,
You can handle it,
Just abandon it,
Leave it behind,
And look for the brighter day
Give it some time,
Cause it wont come right away
You gotta be standing strong,
Hold on to your dignity
Dont sit around,
Saying look what ya did to me
Its time to move on,
You gotta continue
To look for a love,
Of a life thats within you
Cupid is dead now,
Its time to rely on,
Yourself to cope
You got no shoulder to cry on
Dead
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Benefits of a Suppression
As a show of unified belligerence,
They defy truth...
And those who speak it!
Coming together as they do,
In a mental collective sickness.
One of consciousness would not believe,
If not witnessed.
It is a torture of sorts.
An oppression they have been taught,
To self inflict.
And they get upset...
Quickly!
If anyone mentions it.
Or assist in its resistance.
This is a brand of slavery,
Without an appearance of a branding done!
And yet accepted by everyone addicted.
For all of the benefits,
Of a suppression they get!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maestro of Fiascoes
There is a culture of deceit,
They are trying to quickly fix!
Doing the best they can...
To erase their involvement with it!
A complete devastation,
Of their own way of life...
Has been blamed on terriorists.
Threatening to remove their values...
From their sight.
Never again to exist!
An orchestrated doom...
Created to initiate a one world rule.
And the infliction of fear,
Has been the ideal used.
As a failing infrastructure,
Threatens more than purported terrorists.
There are naturalized citizens...
Grieving over addicted beliefs.
With an insisted persistence.
And from them they can not retreat.
And the maestro of fiascoes...
Soon will hand his baton to another who will lead.
One who comes with common sense misunderstood.
Since a dumping of convenient conflicts...
Have been intended for the culprits responsible this,
To leave through an exit with ease!
Very foolish are their treason deeds.
To percieve a fleeing...
Will find them isolated free to enjoy,
A lifetime of peace.
Players like these will not on this Earth see!
Believing they have not been marked...
For mental haunting!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Specific By Design
Lazy adults raised by irresponsible children,
Choosing to do what they please...
With the making of excuses encouraged as done,
Are not the ones to blame for their attitudes towards life.
Many do not accept transitions and think of them as painful.
Every example of a quality of life to value,
Has been degraded by those lazy who view mediocrity...
As too much of a struggle to achieve,
With an escaping from a hopelessness and self pity.
And the evidence of their influence is too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that is knitted in,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
And they are left trapped in sadness patterns.
With their touches of guilt to add to a quilt...
Specific by design.
And the evidence that sits,
Becomes too obvious to avoid.
Or can anyone conscious excuse the limits of it!
And the purpose with intentions to confine...
Those of shallow and unused minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Far Beyond Limits Of Restrictions
If a peeling away of every layer of their pretentions,
Is their intention...
More than an economic crisis now experienced,
Will be revealed.
They also will discover,
A weakness in their deceit and delusion...
Has increased in awareness,
By those they have chosen to oppress...
With their foolish beliefs,
That a truth 'they' seek...
Is a concept of their creative mentalities.
To continue a manipulation they alone control.
Not so.
As the evolution of those reaching a higher consciousness,
Are lifted to new plateaus to view and 'see' with visions...
Far beyond limits of restrictions.
Or druthers of others sold on dominance and confusion.
With a leaving behind those of demented minds!
As a magnitude of this reality and truth,
Breaks free...
From confined and defined divisions of flaunted greed,
That has suppressd with a keeping of a materialistic feeding!
These times that have arrived are here to stay.
And can not be chased away or threatened by ignorance.
No religious or political movement,
In this invisible 'spiritualness' is involved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feeding On Evil
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Builds up feelings of being superior,
And strengthens mental securities...
Of those with low self esteem,
Who practice with weapons to destroy human beings.
Those with thoughts like this,
Are no different than a cancer allow to grow.
Even though the cures to relieve these agonies,
Have long been made available.
But fear has it advantages,
To benefit the ones unconscious.
It's in the advertising of good hype,
That keeps people supporting...
The creation of fears and misdeeds,
With beliefs those of deceit and greed...
Actually have sensibilities to heal wounds.
They wont since it's not to their best interest.
The creating of rivalries that eventually leave,
People improverished...
Is,
For reasons to be left condoned...
To diminish all quality of life as shown.
And the ending of humanity if not stopped.
Even though,
The cures to relieve agonies that come...
With an intentional implementation of grief that is done,
Have long been made available to eliminate sorrows.
To ensure this existence of life,
Is enjoyed by everyone blessed to be gifted with it.
The markings left by the beast feeding on evil increased,
Will be decreased to cease and soon!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Case Closed
When you read me,
You are not going to leave me.
I am not doing this for myself.
Self impressive?
I am motivated, yes!
But not to that degree...
I have to constantly address,
My own self impressiveness!
That kind of vanity has not been introduced
To my ego!
Don't need it. It can go!
And my ego and I can be at odds...
As to how it should be displayed!
So I carry resumés.
Trying to avoid a dissertation of a thesis being read.
'That' was just my ego speaking!
Sometimes it gets 'lofty' and out of my head.
But I do wish to produce something that seduces,
Your imagination.
Something that elevates understanding...
With a comprehension attached to match!
I don't have a problem observing various races together in peace.
That is why I take the direct route and not the scenic approach...
Whenever I write or speak!
People want to pretend these things do not exist
From a self centered selfishness!
Creating the rascist divisions and splits with conficts!
And...
An exaggeration of self worth observed with it!
They are all over the place in my environment.
With asses on shoulders and noses in the air!
I am glad many things I have seen from my birth!
And my parents didn't allow my sisters and I to get too grand!
We know what we have and 'who' put it there.
It wasn't laid in our hands...
That's for sure.
We WORKED!
And HARD...
To produce what we do to get it done!
I'm the eldest AND the only son...
So the challenges I created,
Came with cliffhangers!
So...
When you read me,
You are not going to leave me.
I am not doing this for myself.
I've already done that!
Now it is ready to share with you!
And I want you addicted!
Case closed!
'That' was just my ego speaking!
Normally I am more tactful!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Permanent Residency
Permanent residency.
Initiated by arrogant delights,
For inciting one's will...
To implement,
Coincidential incidents meant.
Inflicting bounty hunter ways,
From aging strategies outdated these days.
And 'still' to this day...
Giving innocent children pep talks, candy and a gun.
Who are then told,
Be brave in play and do not run.
From anyone who comes to threaten.
Or stun.
Remember...
Your domain is to claim.
And this should be honored,
By 'anyone' who dares to say the same.
Fight for your right,
To name and claim!
And fight...
To uphold your honor.
Permanent residency.
This child left alone in the forest,
Afraid and yells!
'A boogie man is scaring me.
Why am I left to scream,
In this living hell?
Why am I left alone...
To return to tell stories?
Glorified with embellishment.
In exaggerated tones?
~Do as you're told!
Be brave and bold.~
And we dwell to deal with this outrageousness.
Excusing our activities that brought to us this unrest.
Seek we do to find light in increased darkness.
With protests that our interests are best kept.
But from who's perspective,
Is this professed?
Ancestors who adventured...
To domesticate the wilderness?
What necessitates,
These undending conquests?
Are those on safe shores,
Feeling more protected?
Or are those risking their necks...
At the benefit of past successes,
Reminiscing their witnessing death?
To forever rejoice,
Wounds left to inspect.
With a consciousness to haunt their choices.
As lives are minimized to diminish victories.
And still...
We with agendas left dependent,
To parade charades in masquerade.
Bleeding in a decadence marketed to praise.
Although independent thoughts...
Are promoted to satisfy,
Those motivations deeply seeded within
Hidden insecurities.
Dazing the minds of those clearly crazed,
With interpretations that offer no escape...
Not today.
From places now committed to stay.
And pay we do for discomforts never to vanish.
Never from us to drift.
With intentions to go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Life That’s Left Behind
When you die and go away
You leave your belongings here
The things you collected
All your life is now laid bare
The treasures here and there
Left for someone else to share
The books you so avidly read
They can now climb inside your head
Everything is left with the essence of you
China figurines and paintings to
The diary at the last entry there
Is left for everyone to share
So when you die and go away
You leave your mortal life behind
Your soul leaves you
For a better life to find
poem by David Harris
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Selfish Isolation
They believe what has been stolen,
From wicked beginnings...
Belongs to them.
Declaring with documents,
Who has rights...
To live the kind of life they like.
And using their injustices,
To rule upon others' land.
With weapons that defend their 'interests'...
With a firm and upper,
Rusting...
Corrupted hand.
With divisions they've inflicted,
They insist a united front exists!
But even with their greed afflictions...
Their beliefs aren't to unify.
As depicted by the turmoil...
They let persist to the bitter end.
And now their conflicts...
Have come to reflect,
A selfish isolation!
With a total disrespect.
And a regret that faces them!
Pray they do,
But it's too late.
For a fate that awaits their sins.
This is what happens to folks who aspire...
To rule with a might.
Only God declares and protects...
When He alone is in their sight!
And political divisions,
Are not what God envisions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Everyone Is Polarized
Not everyone is polarized,
In disguising of their racist and bigoted fits.
It is those with the smallest percentage,
Who declare they represent the interests...
Of the majority of people,
Who resent the attempts made...
To solicit divisions to keep a society,
Split into pieces as if this has benefits.
And those who are adapting,
To have none of this...
With a higher consciousness,
Are the ones perceived to be misfits...
With voices that are silenced,
By those on the left AND right...
Doing their best to protect their dim-witted insights.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnificent and Glorious
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Its affects are disturbing...
As it processes an effectiveness.
Traumatized will be those,
Holding onto scattering beliefs.
A race to deny its presence among us...
Will greet those with defeat.
Since its dominance is complete!
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
Nothing will be left as a treasure to collect.
Nothing that has been set in stone...
Will the dawning of this consciousness,
Allow or condone.
Some will feel alone.
Without empathy to comfort.
We are living in the days of amazing changes.
And those with mindsets aged in greed and disrespect,
Think they will profit by their deceiving misdeeds.
But they will be the ones...
Eventually down on their knees.
Pleading to be freed of their mental disease.
We have embarked upon the horizon
Of higher consciousness.
And those able to 'see'...
Have already begun this magnificent,
And glorious internal uplifting journey!
Congratulations...
To those who sustained their faith.
And maintained their patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a Consciousness Begins to Lift
When a consciousness begins to lift...
To leave behind foolishness that exists.
There seems to be an acceptance of it.
As if one realizes,
A birth has been committed.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
A release of limitations,
Easily takes a shift.
No longer is one concerned,
About winning conflicts with enemies burned.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It becomes easier to observe,
Those disturbed and their afflictions addicted.
Enjoyed and unrestricted.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
It is best to rest.
And let it accept the truth,
That comes with it.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Expect a shock and some loneliness.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Those experiencing this,
Are left to feel estranged!
Alienated,
From that...
Which one had thought,
Was sane!
When a consciousness begins to lift...
Enjoy it as a gift.
Unveiling an abundance of understanding.
Connecting a peace that can be reached.
With a wish to share and treat.
When a consciousness begins to lift...
From those taught they should live,
With lives accepted in self defeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hands-on Involvement
Can you comprehend any of this?
With bricks crumbling to the ground...
Many collective in voice,
Are finding others to blame around.
Even though those bricks,
Were by them picked apart...
With a consciousness insisted.
And the blamed is laid on those trying to fix...
What the lips of those wicked,
Lay to say...
To remove themselves from it.
In well attended campaigns!
Used to smother any remembrance...
Of the many seeing them,
With their 'hands-on' involvement!
Can you comprehend any of this?
With bricks crumbling to the ground...
Many collective in voice,
Are finding others to blame around.
And the confused are alarmed,
Like guinea pigs addicted to abuses inflicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Veterans of Fought Wars
Those who profess to be patriotic.
And sway hypnotically,
In both praise and song.
Yet allow their soldiers...
To lay homelessly in their streets.
With lost dignities and no food to eat.
Day and night long!
Sickens me with their high brow hypocrisies.
When our veterans of fought wars...
Are treated as if poison,
Oozes from their pores.
With many of them still left abandoned.
To fight and struggle in danger.
On foreign shores ignored.
And I hear the voices scream,
About their liberties being demeaned.
With their marketed decadence,
On the top of their lists.
Upholding interests of greed.
Denied to those who died and still bleed.
To keep them and their democracy...
Entertained and irresponsibly freed.
Dedicated:
To our military veterans.
Especially those still fighting for their rights,
After fighting in Viet Nam.
And those conflicts today that continue on!
My heart goes out to you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Churning With Conflicts
There is an ignorance pervading,
Here to convince...
It's part of common sense.
An ignorance marketed and sold on all fronts,
To diminsh the mind with pointless events.
Intelligence offends,
The urban corridors.
Illiteracy is defended by the shallow!
And supported even more,
By those who have closed their doors...
To the poor we all pay for!
There is an acceptance in a decadence...
Defining a quality of life!
There is a blind eye turned on lessons learned.
And a pattern of strife...
Implemented by those with secrets
To keep this depleted way of life,
Churning with conflicts we are forced to fight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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