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Criticized As Spoilers

An era of truth and accountability has descended.
And people are not familiar with it.
They have become traumatized by suspicion.
Deceit and lies have been exposed.
Overdosed and frozen by it,
They are.

Addictions wont let them go.
And folks want these comforts to remain untouched.
So much they beg for guidance from crooks.
The ones that have crushed their quality of life.
And broken their backs and cracked foundations.

While those in place,
Who have come to do things right...
And erase their degradations,
Are criticized as spoilers.
And champions of too much realism.
They prefer to be deceived.
In a comfort of corruption that relieves them.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regression Is the Term

Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
And that has been the diagnosis!
Accept it or not!
Delusions will still remain the choice,
If one should decide on getting a second opinion!
Or a third.
Or perhaps a fourth!
The truth comes without options.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Recreational Degradations

The comfort and ease of celebration,
That comes to comfort myths...
And a way of life,
Fragmented in its appeal.
Dances with an erasing purpose.

Standards are showing a fading quality.
And equality documented,
Seems less of an intention than what is meant.
Structured foundations and their sentiments,
Have lost pride.
Only gestures remain,
To market an effectiveness.

Recreational degradations...
Has a conformity parading malfunctions.
Dysfunctions are the normalcy.
And a common sense,
Has desolved in pretensions.

And yet those few with integrity,
Are losing a battle with disrespect.
Like an endangered sanity...
Once valued,
But few are witnessed to have that left!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nearly None of It Has Been Applied

They were the ones who did not want to know anything.
They chose to be down to Earth.
Not trying to be too involved...
Or considered too concerned.
Not about 'worldly' things,
That is.
There is a comfort supplied in the not knowing of things!

Now they want to know what is going on?
And why things are the way they are.
And when are 'they' going to correct 'their' problems! ?
For them!
The ones who are satisfied in the not knowing of things!

You try to find answers for people like this!
But how can that be done...
When they've dismissed,
All opportunity...
To see things from an adult point of view!
But who knew they had no examples?

And they can not be criticized,
For quoting scriptures they've learned.
But like most things that they have learned...
Nearly none of it has been applied to their lives.

'Those people do that!
We don't do that.'

And all remain as ignorant as possible.
Since that is where they find their comforts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sold

The ground and foundations.
Temptations solicted from staid traditions.
Beliefs...
And those who held them.
Sold for profit.
And nothing had stopped it!

Values and standards.
Smokescreening hoodwinkers...
And bribes from crooks,
Who stole like bandits.
Liars who used deceit to hide.
Sold...
Like pieces of meat!
Diced and spliced...
In divisions before eaten.

Beholding their boldness.
And unfolding a way of life cheapened.
But...
Never would they conceive,
All of their degradations...
And treasures,
Spoken and told...
Would be sold!

To the first who offered a bid!
For a desperate situation...
Seeking a quick way to sell a mess,
To rid!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Sat In Worship Of That

Their values are gone and their minds have cracked.
Every belief taught that they've had...
Has unraveled with the dollar,
And that's a fact.
Their foundations were based on things to entrap.
And those things are now worthless...
To those who sat in worship of that!
Now they carry sadness and remorse on their backs.
Their values are gone and their minds have cracked.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self-rewarding Pat On the Backs

A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.

A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.
And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.

And sit relaxed...
Like,
Fat cats!

Shoveled away,
Is the scent of manure.
People who endured it,
Reached and sought for better days.

Some folks who stayed,
Pray on wounded knees.
Hoping that the sky will open,
To release,
Gold trimmed silver trinkets as they please.
And some sneeze from the gold dust rubbed.

With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.

Hoping that the sky will open,
To release,
Gold trimmed silver trinkets as they please.
And some sneeze from the gold dust rubbed.

With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.

And from the eyes of those,
That have been overdosed...
A fading influence,
Is protected from ruin.

With,
Excited.
Invited.
Self-rewarding,
Pat on the backs.

Excited.
Invited.
Self-reward ing,
Pat on the backs.

Pat on the backs,
Like relaxed fat cats!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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System of Deceit and Secrecy

So above the law are thieves.
They've devised their own system,
Of deceit and secrecy.

And denounce they do,
Those who speak truth.
With a certainty to ruin their lives.

And crooks have others believe...
They should feel threatened,
By 'these' enemies out to destroy...
Their comforts and accustomed ease.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accountabilty My Greatest Priority

Something to fight is corruption
Something to embrace is accountability
Nothing better than perfection
Everything to get in this race as our priority

Accountability my greatest priority
With dignity as the only identity
As corruption never makes glow

Growing is what makes glow
With proofs to show
Development then becomes
The next room-mate
As success shall surely be our fate

Accountability gives us good fate
Integrity just our faith
With this accountability light of mine
We will certainly shine

poem by Ehimika Ehimigbai
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Truth And Deception

There is a difference between truth and deception.
Deception can be ignored to eventually go away.
But not too far.
Deceivers like to stick around to recruit.

Truth can not be ignored.
Nor does it hide.
It is often depicted as being evil.
By those who can not face it.

Deceivers worm they way into relationships.
Pretending they are interested,
In other people's business and how it is done.
Only to exaggerate with a demeaning of everyone.

Truth is supportive and show this by being direct.
Rarely truth is found embellishing what it is.
Since truth when accepted,
Stays unchanging and remains effective.

Deceit and those who deceive,
Stand not a chance to remain the same.
It is discovered to be defective.
And when exposed it shows much shame.

And truth when known and exposed by those who know it,
Has nothing to be shamed about.
It is proud to be what it is without having a need,
To whisper secretly from mouth to mouth as deceivers do.
As if to resuscitate to revitalize a fakeness done to prove and use.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Broken Shells

Cracked.
By facts.
And revelations,
No longer kept secret...
As hunched backs stand tall.
Broken shells scatter.
A healing takes place,
To remove crooked smiles
On those who worship disgrace...
And decadence!
A dance of deceit soon comes to an end.
Leaving those out of rhythm...
Also out of time.
To allow the Sun to shine,
On a horizon that prepares for a new dawn!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poised To Be Teased

Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.

And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.

And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.

Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.

Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happiness To Me

Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.

All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;

Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.

Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;

Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;

Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;

Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.

Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.

poem by Richard Maginness
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There Is Nothing Like An Awakening

People only see what they choose to see.
And at their convenience.
Even though what is seen has been there,
And observed by others for many years...
Who by now have become quite annoyed,
By those who have chosen to see with open eyes.
And all of a sudden have become advocates,
And champions...
Of 'unity'.
When at a time they did not want to know,
What was going on and could care less about it.
Since 'those' types of people created their own problems.
That's what they would say.
But today...
It has been made easier for everyone to 'see',
With minds being cleared of clouds that confuse.
And who has being doing what to whom,
Is not someone's 'vision' looking into a cystal ball.
And the value placed on denial and deceit,
Has increasingly faded the quality of life...
As well as those 'standards' upheld by those isolated,
In a narrow thought process.
There is nothing like an awakening to a truth that exists.
There is nothing like this when it happens.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unoffensive and Comedic

Unoffensive and comedic.
That's how they prefer,
To sip upon truth.
With no hints of bitterness.
At least none that is directed.
To upset those already,
Traumatized by guilt.

And those who would rather not,
Review those wounds...
Knitted within a quilted smoozing.
To add a flavor that is scented,
To disguise the stench,
Of layered filth!
Care not to be reminded.
With a wish to leave these activities behind!
And left to maintain pretentions gained.
Built upon sustained fantasies.
And fed like nutritious milk!

Unoffensive and comedic.
That's how they prefer,
To sip upon truth.
With no hints of bitterness.
At least none that is directed.
To upset those already,
Traumatized by guilt.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Concrete

Dedicated to I.B. and K.L.

I rode with you in the city
and in my mind I was sleeping on his shoulder
the time to smile has passed for us
it’s gone, it’s but that doesn’t mean it’s over

I have said I loved
so many things, so many people in my life
my soul aches to this day to find
some truth inside those empty lies

but there are still the echoes
they travel through the alleys and bend
as we write in the concrete
love lies at the rainbow’s end

I walked with you on sidewalks
in places I had never seen
I trusted you with my heartfelt words,
my predictions, and my dreams

I have said I needed
so many things, so many people in my life
I hope that one day I will find
some truth hidden beneath the strife

and there are still the echoes
they travel through the alleys and bend
as we write in the concrete
love lies at the rainbow’s end

does nothing matter?
will nothing last?
can’t something be in the future
instead of in the past?
can’t I just breathe in
familiar air
in a familiar place
so I don’t have to wonder where?

there are still the echoes
they travel through the alleys and bend
as we write in the concrete
love lies at the rainbow’s end

can I hold on to anything?
are memories enough?
you write in the concrete
what is love?

poem by Jade Leven
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Just Like A Child Would

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight.

Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.

And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

And like a child would,
Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

Values place on things,
Is the cause for many tears to fall.
And people upset with themselves,
Point their fingers to blame it all...
On others,
Like a child would do.

Run home from misdeeds themselves they did.
And like a child would,
Pick a fight then try to cover it!
And like a child would,
Stir up conflict just to get their way.
And like a child would,
Lie about their actions everyday!

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds.

A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
And fog is blinding eyesight,
With a hindsight now that frightens.

And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And people who deceived now deny...
Just like a child would.
People who deceived now deny...
Like a child would.
And like a child would...
People who deceived now deny.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Run To The ONE Who Comforts

Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.
And with the ONE close you can bet,
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Who it is you know,
To recommend and suggest...
What it is that you should do,
When the ONE who does it best...
To,
Comfort.
And take that weight off your chest.
And...
Comfort.
To put your mind at rest.
And...
Comfort.
To eliminate those tests...
Others want you to go through,
To keep your life in a wrecked mess.

Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without delaying.
Run to the ONE who comforts you.
Without debating...
Which way you should go,
Or who to see to please.
The ONE will get your wishes met,
If you keep your faith to heed.

Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
And...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
You'll have no regrets!
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
Put your mind at rest.
Run to the ONE who comforts.
No 'other' can do this best.
So...
Run to the ONE who comforts.
And put your mind at rest.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Heard Those Old Stories Told

'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
I've heard those old stories told,
About what folks have done...
To make my life easy and comfortable.
Especially told to others who did not know.
And who did what...
When I got myself into ruts.

'God...
I am so glad You know the real deal! '

And I wonder 'who' that might have been?
That came to my aid when I needed them.
Hmmm...
It's true,
I have had folks give me 'things'.
And money loaned I paid back.
I've had people to me make promises.
And I remember every one of them broken...
From the time I was a kid!
Hmmm...
I can't remember anyone,
Motivating my moves!
Only You,
My Father.

I could say my entire life has been spent...
With me doing the giving.
And to a degree that would be true.
Since several people I have known...
Have told lies.
That's all they did and still do.

And I use to listen to a whole lot of BS.
With attempts I made to correct some mess.
Do I now?
No!

'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
And the biggest lesson I have learned to date?
Do not hesitate in the waiting of others to approve!
You'd be a dried up old prune in the doing.
If you've been blessed with a gift,
You better give it and be done with it!

And let whoever say whatever!
Give folks who gossip some fuel,
To keep their lips moving.
And doing something bizarre...
While you're at it!

Learn to live without restrictions and limitations.
You and your time are not defined by those mindless.
Unless you let it!
Then whose truth do you ultimately live?
It wont be mine because I have my own to live!

Although I do give folks credit where it is due.
Like being witnesses...
To the gifts God has given to me.
That's it!
Anything else folks would like to claim...
Did not occur on my watch.

But I do understand,
Why some folks like to associate themselves...
With those who struggle through and win,
Their battles and conquer over grief!
Thank You God, Almighty!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Truthified

It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a tremendous part,
Of our ever growing bout with reality!
People would believe anything
They were told.
A cure for anything
Would be sold on TV.
Accountability?
It wouldn't exist at all!
Disrespect would be accepted.
A diminished mindset...
With a decreased quality of life,
Would prevail!
And lies?
Well...
It would be great
If the truth
Was not such a huge part
Of reality!
There seems to be an overflow of it!
And you know what 'they' say...
About having too much of a good thing?
It just seems 'too' good to be true!
We've been 'truthified'.
And even denial has achieved glouting status!

'Are you being sarcastic? '

Who me?
NEVER!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Not Call These Folks Mentally Sick

They can not get enough,
Of being in someone else's business.
And since they evade truth...
They create their own.
With initiated lies they are quick to tell.
Seeped within embellishment,
To entertain anyone listening.

And they wonder why their children...
Occupy jail cells and juvenile detention homes.

These folks are never home,
Building anything on foundations of strength.
They are too busy seeking to destroy and destruct.
And with 'that' they have found success!

Then they campaign to gather loudly...
To strain the ears of anyone,
Who will give them time.
To hear their voices wail and cry!
That a unity is dieing.
And this has been done...
By those trying to keep them divided!

You can not call these folks mentally sick!
Their addictions to this has been historic.
And they take what is said,
To become offended by it!
Debating amongst themselves...
In churches that surround them,
Praying for a fix as they sit...
Dressed in their Sunday best!
And passing out judgements.

It is there to be observed!
In all its franchised splendor.

'I smell a conspiracy! '

As long as you do not satisfy a craving to taste it,
You will be just fine!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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