Collective Disrespect
After one has given,
And thoughtlessness is returned.
Can another expect a forgiveness wished,
Once it has been determined...
Misunderstandings have been traced.
With a remorse that takes place!
Is it too much to asked,
Bad feelings be erased?
And who should take the first step...
To correct an integrity,
That has been defaced?
When a shame that could have been avoided,
Has been publicly introduced.
And known to many to have been a mistake!
How can this ever be a matter to forget?
As shown.
After one has given,
To receive collective disrespect!
And initiated by someone,
By an act condoned that has been overblown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jena 6 Mix
Well...
Let's see!
Some nooses were hung from a tree.
And folks who themselves,
Are constantly refusing to accept reality...
See 'this' as racist? That could be!
While they accept hypocrisies in their own cities!
And they believe they are blessed,
To leave these scenes behind unaddressed?
Professing 'Christians' marching in a 'collective' protest!
Well...
Let's see!
They speak of what should be a democracy!
And they travel for miles to display a unity?
But they themselves disrespect with deeds.
Children raised to reflect what they've been taught...
Demonstrate what an entire thoughtlessness has brought!
And an intolerance that is shown and overblown...
Becomes transfixed by a Jena 6 mix!
That still leaves an ignorance left,
In their own backyards unfixed and condoned!
Shouldn't they protest with such conviction...
Those messes unshown,
Left to sit back in their own homes.
And virtually swept under the 'rug' and known?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unmistakably Awake
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
And if one decides not to forgive,
With a memory not to forget.
The misdeed received was not thought of as a gift.
And forgiving actions to forget like this,
Invites a re-occurrence.
That which is done to another,
With an intention to induce a harm.
That leaves a stinging one intends to bring,
With an intention meant.
A forgiveness may take place,
But the fact of the act can not be erased.
No matter if what one has done has been mentioned,
As a mistake!
What had been done and was not faked.
Came from a consciousness unmistakably awake.
Deceivers believe their misdeeds can be repeated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By Any Other Name
A known betrayal done,
By any other name...
Is a 'betrayal' done just the same.
It is an act to blatantly deceive.
With premeditation planned,
To keep quietly hushed and kept discreet.
Anyone who betrays,
Deserves exactly what they receive.
Whether a remorse filled with guilt.
Or a disgrace shown and given,
From those who feel embittered...
By what to them has taken place.
Expecting empathy and forgiveness,
With a weeping pleading to a loved one...
To understand what they have done.
Are examples of those with minds corrupt.
And like weeds popping up...
Across all lands.
This sickness committed to admit a selfishness...
Few will come to recognize as a tremendous ego trip!
With an overwhelming narcissistic self centered thoughtlessness.
And...
Feelings of an entitlement wished,
That no one else like them can demand.
And those in positions of leadership,
Are not exempt from this.
They are the main ones who feel this way.
With a doing done as they please.
And a caring less,
Who is hurt and offended by their treachery.
No matter how it is addressed to impress...
Those who may be sympathetic,
To the ones like this,
Pathetic!
Anyone who lies to their closest allies...
And dress impeccably with the utmost of etiquette.
Filth and misdeeds are thoughts these people have,
And will not from them leave.
Since they are the beholders of what is perceived,
To be the focal point in their own awe inspiring parade.
'Did you hear...? '
~No I didn't and I don't have a need to listen.
I have only to observe.
I am already affiliated with reality.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a Matter Of Principle
It's a matter of principle.
And those excusing a lack of integrity...
Clearly exposed by those,
With low self esteem.
Upsets the ones who wish to keep,
The announcement of it...
Kept swept under a rug.
As they would rather keep facts like this...
Unknown!
Instead of to the world where it has been shown!
Insensitizing further...
A condition long condoned.
And it historically...
Has persisted with existence.
Unresisted since truth itself,
Has been dismissed.
Along with those who tell it like it is!
And doing that has long been regarded...
In some mindsets,
As too honest!
And an honesty spoken as it should be...
In some communities,
Brews a heated up negativity!
And 'this' is their collective purpose,
To unite in a positivity.
Proving them to have a dignity,
That is highly demented!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Displaying An Impatience Shown
There is no such thing,
As someone misplacing to forget to use...
An obtained and claimed integrity.
Or a polishing up of a trust,
Allowed to dust, rust and go bellyup in bankruptcy.
To then seek a repeating of a forgiveness,
From one who has grown too numb to give it.
Knowing the act of it means nothing to another,
Awaiting to expect to hear it given, again!
While displaying an impatience shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Takes An Absence
It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.
It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.
It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.
And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.
Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.
It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easily Giving
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
And I've been in a few relationships.
Easily giving my loyalty.
And to be dismissed by this.
Wishing it was known,
The depth of feelings I have shown.
I am determined,
To feel and receive...
An awarded love.
Someone that discovers my value,
And treasures me as their prize.
And I don't think of time,
That seems to tick by me quick.
Or the wish that I have,
To experience the love I wish and know can exist.
No one can accuse me of not being devoted.
No one can accuse me of unfaithfulness.
I have shown this...
Over and over again.
But maybe in my youth...
My quickness to share,
Was not for others...
Completely there to be aware.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Revisiting Harrow
Here once engaged the stranger's view
Young Friendship's record simply traced;
Few were her words; but yet, though few,
Resentment's hand the line defaced.
Deeply she cut--but not erased,
The characters were still so pain,
That Friendship once return'd, and gazed,--
Till Memory hail'd the words again.
Repentance placed them as before;
Forgiveness join d her gentle name;
So fair the inscription seem'd once more,
That Friendship thought it still the same.
Thus might the Record now have been;
But, ah, in spite of Hopes endeavour,
Or Friendships tears, Pride rush'd between
And blotted out the line for ever.
Grassroots And By-Products Of The Ghetto
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
Suited with blessings I have been,
To live amongst 'my' people.
People others consider to be grassroots,
And by-products of the ghetto.
There is nothing like knowing,
An environment from its core.
Or a place and how it operates,
By the reflection of how the people are treated.
And when divisions and disrespect is shown,
Immediately I see and connect as to how this can exist.
Who allows it to happen.
And those if they wished...could have long prevented it.
I also see the reasons why...
So many have sacrificed the giving of time and their lives,
To eventually walk away from that which has been cemented...
In minds wanting things to remain just the way they are.
'I'm not asking you to do 'as' I do.
You will do as I say you do,
In my home and I hope that is understood.
No one here seeks your judgement to pass.
Or have asked for it.
And how you handle your business,
May not be a wish how I will handle mine.
I am comfortable here if you're not go home.
To be or not to be as you choose.
I am not confused as to who I am.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelings Felt Deep And Personally
Some are still awaiting,
For an approval of their thoughtlessness.
With a comprehension understood and accepted,
As to reason.
While a guilt from them fades.
Having a consciousness presents its consequences.
There is a possibility of one escaping from mistakes made.
But intentional activities done,
Believing one to be freed from feelings of remorse...
Do not come quickly with hollow apologies.
Feelings felt deep and personally...
Often do not detach themselves from memories!
And someone consistent in showing their disrespect...
Are seldom seen walking in someone else's shoes.
Some feel it easy to excuse themselves from their misdeeds.
Until it has been made known whose toes they have stepped upon.
And only then they perceive this to be,
An oversight and a forgiveable issue to be forgotten.
Like the act of ruining one's reputation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Disconnections
No one will treat me anyway that they wish...
With beliefs I have become addicted,
To their nonsense overblown with foolishness shown.
And get away with it to petty my feelings of a relationship.
No!
I did not grow to flow in those directions.
I don't crave the feeding of those disconnections.
If I have not given reason,
For anyone to suspect I have been neglectful...
To then give them purpose to disrespect me?
Something in my mind erases their appearance in it.
Immediately!
With a moving forward that I do knowing time is precious.
And to leave behind the denseness of a mindlessness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quickens Its Own Demise
A shallowness connected,
And shared with limited mentalities...
Quickens its own demise.
This is not shown,
Until a visitor from the unknown is made.
And only then does an end,
To sophisticated ignorance shown...
Saves others from demons,
Hiding from the innocent in darkness!
In an overblown self induced superiority.
Where a slick wickedness is practiced and condoned!
And they undo themselves with an honorable skill.
And when revealed...
Squeal like children discovered doing evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Practice Every Step
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.
Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Benefits To Pay Attention
I can quickly forgive and understand a child,
Who takes an escapade with a making a mistake...
At my expense.
I expect this from a child adventuring,
Out into the world to establish for themselves...
A building of their own common sense.
This I accept and expect.
With a patience in the beginning given.
And hoping in their minds something eventually connects.
However...
With the giving of circumstances and considering one's age,
There are stages of life when it benefits to pay attention.
And if one continues to disrespect others to neglect,
Difficult it becomes for me to repeatedly forgive and forget.
Especially when a doing is done,
Over and over and over by someone...
Who cruises through life making the same mistakes,
With new excuses easy to use refusing to face truth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ones Second Thoughtlessness
Reaching up to press my best friends bell
On my tiptoes
Whatever made me climb this side of hell
Oh, God only knows
Lifting up another catch and slipping through the blind
Its... its so easy
Lighting up another match to see what I can find
Its... become so easy
But after a while
You can hear yourself breathe
What seems a long long while
You can feel yourself sealed
Ones second thoughtlessness
Nobodys home
Ones second thoughtlessness
Ones second thoughtlessness
Here up on my own
Ones second thoughtlessness
Sniffing around
Hope to get out
Smelling a scent
That something is up
Ive seen this song before
Is this the house my family lives - yes
Ah, Ive been here before
Yes, I did it because, because
Yes, I did it because
Yes, I did it because, because
Yes, yes, I did it because, because
No - because
Ones second thoughtlessness
I am my own
Ones second thoughtlessness
Ones second thoughtlessness
I stand alone
Ones second thoughtlessness
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Shallow Comforts
You can afford to let those go.
Those full of self importance.
Who are known to show you disrespect.
What more from them do you expect?
When more of the same from them you get.
Let them go!
And grow beyond the hold of ego!
Overblown and on constant display.
Whether it be yours or not.
Drop it and get away!
Want more than shallow comforts,
To soothe such fleeting needs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With Affixed Discretions
Raised on hate.
Rescinded bad judgements,
Don't break affiliations...
That one makes.
Accepted,
When one is taught...
And raised on hate!
Reflecting a society,
Draped!
And shallowed in denial,
By such debates.
Truth comes late!
When money spoils eyes of those
Who create mistakes!
Exposing ignorance,
As a choice...
To validate what takes place.
And remorse dressed to seek forgiveness...
With excuses,
Does not thaw a salvation...
From hearts feeding,
On demented values condoned.
With a sympathy displayed,
Scored by a symphony that plays!
But when shown...
Some chosen acts of cruelty,
Done by those well known...
Are denied and outlawed!
Uncovering the flaws,
Of a twisted system chewed...
Between the teeth of demon jaws!
Without review!
Or an addressing of the standards
Demanded...
And ordered to continue.
With affixed discretions,
Bloodied, blessed and subdued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nomads Free of Self Consciousness
There is a place where excuses are made.
And finding fault with others is condoned.
Children are disrespectful...
Hygiene is neglected, disregarded and rejected
And comprehension of it,
Goes unknown!
People defend their ignorance,
And lack of common sense...
With much protest!
Yet wishes to live like this in bliss
Is sick
Accepted
And shown!
Urban indigestion...
Constipates suggestions.
Blocked they are from knowledge
That acknowledges a cultural lost!
Nomads free of self consciousness,
Resisting attempts to fix...
At any cost!
A collective sanity is missing!
And those who know what it takes,
Are seen with their fingers crossed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
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Unzipped, Flipped and Plucked
Unzipped,
Flipped...
And plucked.
Sometimes,
That is what it takes,
To break down barriers.
And introducing a rawness.
Removing that which is fake...
To sweat and eliminate,
The mistake of misunderstandings!
And getting what takes place,
Face to face,
In a nakedness that is bare.
And inspires without distractions.
Addressed by the motivation,
Of undressed flesh.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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