Death By Gossip
It is amazing.
They have never spoken
To the people they slander.
They don't even know them...
Or have sat to chat in discussion.
Some are related.
Although that means very little.
They weren't raised to build one another up.
They were encouraged to belittle.
And damage their own!
This has been known and shown.
These childish minds have never grown.
They are left alone.
Death by gossip and munching on ignorance.
Peering over fences.
And using lack of knowledge to offend,
As a defense.
Death by gossip,
And buried in jealousies.
This has been implanted...
To ensure this breeding would within them live,
And breathe.
They were encouraged to belittle.
And damage their own!
This has been known and shown.
These childish minds have never grown.
They are left alone.
With no input to keep a survival thriving!
Slowly dieing on lies.
Since this has been inflicted with ambition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Direct Correcting
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
To obtain experience,
And gain a knowledge that transcends...
Where an 'awareness' accepted,
Once had been.
Rarely opens all minds at the same time.
I too have been a victim,
Of my own stubbornness.
With beliefs I once,
Knew it all.
With a defense mechanism,
That stalled like a wall...
The coming in of a comprehension.
I hate to offend one's ignorance.
I know too well,
The damage this can cause.
But every now and then,
I can not just sit and pretend...
I am accepting of anyone's delivery to receive,
From them...
A blinding disrespect without my direct correcting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Know That They Don't Know
They know that they don't know!
And their opinions discloses the evidence.
Most of their knowledge has been obtained,
By innuendos and nonsense.
Leaving them exposed,
To an ignorance that shows.
They know that they don't know!
And any actions taken to comprehend...
Becomes entrapped by an inferiority,
Felt within them.
And that which escapes their understanding...
Is left out of their reach.
Although very close...
Are those answers they seek most.
But quick they fold their arms to their chests,
With stubborn hands to express...
Their choice not to hear,
What for them is best!
Declaring they wish not to listen...
Because facts distracts,
A consciousness they lack!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it.
They know that they don't know.
But they want to gossip it...
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
They know that they don't know,
With their minds closed.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
They know that they don't know...
And it shows.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
They know that they don't!
Stubborn and they're limited.
Stubborn and they're limited.
And spread those rumors made to fit,
Those ears that are as limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time To Belittle
What is so funny?
'How small minds gather with other small minds,
To then associate with more smaller minds...
Who all find the time to belittle.'
In height?
Or in thought process?
Which one?
Why are you staring at me?
'Jokes are not suppose to be analyzed.
That's why they are called jokes.'
Oh!
I get it 'now'.
Not to 'belittle'.
But to be 'little'.
'Forget it.
Just forget it.'
Don't be made at me.
You could have kept that one to yourself.
I would have used 'disparaged' instead, anyway.
'Father...?
Why is it 'me'? '
Stop looking up in the sky.
That answer is not there.
Trust me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lack Of Interest
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
'I would love to participate,
With the giving of my time.
But calling me at midnight,
Two days before the event...
Expecting my excitement.
When you spent an entire year,
Procrastinating?
Thank you for your show of respect.
But at this hour,
I would like to get more rest.'
What is in the minds of those,
Who believe they can organize an event...
A week or two before the event is to take place.
And then left to be disappointed,
By the lack of interest shown.
With an advertising campaign,
Gone unknown.
~We didn't think you'd be that serious about it,
Since we are just throwing it together.
With a hope of its success.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innuendo, Gossip 'And' LIES!
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Ewww...
That's awful! '
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
Without one effort made to create and strategize.
And those all day and night sleepless work binges...
Could not approach or touch,
Your lazy appetite for life!
Since what you do best,
Is make attempts to initiate unrest!
With innuendo, gossip and lies!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...'
Isn't it easy for you to sit and criticize?
With nothing you do to be held accountable to.
With no responsibility...
But to approve or disapprove as you choose.
And say what you like and dislike about others.
And who you have chosen to agonize and despise.
'Don't say it!
Not with...'
Yep,
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
People like you who do nothing but criticize,
Are pitiful!
Despicable.
Obnoxious and unwise.
Doing what you do to antagonize people's lives.
'Oh,
Please allow me to say it...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' lies? '
That's right...
Innuendo, gossip 'and' LIES!
'Oh my! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Agitate A Childish Game
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Everyday I seem to witness,
More children who should be adults.
More who have not discovered responsibility.
Or an accountability that brings to them concrete results.
And everyday I witness,
Immature adults with childish minds.
Complaining to others about who they don't like.
With a waste of time whining,
Hoping to 'hook up' with a like mind.
Sometimes I am tempted,
To agitate a childish game...
That has been played.
Just to feel and see it done...
To throw it back in someone's face.
But games played like that,
Have long passed their attraction.
Although so many are caught up in them...
With an immaturity that seeks as shown,
An act played like that would offer a satisfaction.
And as I pass such activities,
I feel blessed to have aged gracefully.
Although I grit my teeth...
Wanting to find a reason and purpose,
To respond to an ignorance...
I do my best,
Not to acknowledge...
With a reaction given that would please.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You...
Farther.
For the gritting of my teeth,
And the keeping of my peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Belittling Is On The List
Inappropriate business...
Conducted to disrupt in destructive ways,
Maybe thought to be fun...
For those beginning conflicts done.
Arguments and tantrums do not end.
And the ones igniting them,
Do it...
To offend.
Belittling is at the top of their list.
Belitting others they can't resist.
Belitting is treated as if a gift.
Belittling to do is their wish.
There are people who live to breathe,
To belittle others into fits.
There are people who love to leave...
Others belittled then split.
Inappropriate business...
Conducted to disrupt in destructive ways,
Maybe thought to be fun...
For those beginning conflicts done.
There are people who live to breathe,
To belittle others into fits.
There are people who love to leave...
Others belittled then split.
Belittling is at the top of their list.
Belitting others they can't resist.
Belitting is treated as if a gift.
Belittling to do is their wish.
There are people who love to pick,
Others to belittle then split.
There are people who love to pick,
Others to belittle then split...
With belittling on the list!
Belittling is at the top of their list.
Belitting others they can't resist.
Belitting is treated as if a gift.
Belittling to do is their wish.
Arguments and tantrums do not end.
And the ones igniting them,
Do it...
To offend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Devils Radio
Devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
I heard it in the night
Words that thoughtless speak
Like vultures swooping down below
On the devils radio
I hear it through the day
Airwaves gettin filled
With gossip broadcast to and fro
On the devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Hes in the clubs and bars
And never turns it down
Talking about what he dont know
On the devils radio
Hes in your tv set
Wont give it a rest
That soul betraying so and so
The devils radio
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
(oh yeah) gossip, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) oh yeah, (oh yeah) gossip
Its white and black like industrial waste
Pollution of the highest degree
You wonder why I dont hang out much
I wonder how you cant see
Hes in the films and songs
And on all your magazines
Its everywhere that you may go
The devils radio
Oh yeah, gossip
Gossip, oh yeah
Runs thick and fast, no one really sees
Quite what bad it can do
As it shapes you into something cold
Like an eskimo igloo
Its all across our lives
Like a weed its spread
till nothing else has space to grow
The devils radio
Can creep up in the dark
Make us hide behind shades
And buzzing like a dynamo
The devils radio
(gossip) oh yeah, (gossip) oh yeah
(gossip) gossip, (gossip) gossip
Oh yeah, gossip I heard you on satans wireless
Gossip, oh yeah you know the devils radio, child
Gossip, gossip
Gossip, gossip
song performed by by George Harrison
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As If This Was Dessert
Acquaintances they had,
With an assortment of personas known!
No one grew to know identities true.
A superficiality was all they shared.
All they dared and knew!
And this was accepted,
As a form of acknowledgement.
Handed done through generations...
Even those related,
Had no depth of who they were.
Or cared what that depth to them had meant!
With a self destruction taught,
And applied with skill...
They adopted missions,
To ruin themselves with disrespect...
An accomplishment met at will!
And when they realized,
They were killing their own kind?
In their minds they were too far gone...
And blind to the fact,
They were ending their bloodlines!
With each child slapped,
By an ignorant stance that held them back!
And destroyed the ones who sacrificed,
To keep them nourished with a love of self...
They severely did lack.
They despised the ones who told them that.
They were not raised to praise themselves.
Nor kept a pride they encouraged to flourish!
Discouragement was their prize.
Enjoying acts of scandal and slander!
Lies!
As if this was dessert,
To serve to those attacked...
Demoralized,
And criticized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unlocking Of A Closed Door
Where does one go,
To seek with a teaching those lessons unknown?
And find that one who is secure enough,
Without fearing what is taught...
May leave behind that one who has brought,
Another to discover what the other had not thought...
From one known to be a student,
But who has shown a growth that was sought?
Where does one go,
To be encouraged to soar...
By one who had encouraged an opening of a door.
Where does one go,
To know someone else is willing to assist.
With an unlocking of a closed door both can explore,
And an obtaining of a knowledge...
Awaits and sits beyond it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Noticeably Aging School Yard Game
There comes a time in one's life,
No matter how they were raised...
And who wasn't there to attend their graduations.
That a placing fault and blame on someone else,
Becomes a noticeably aging school yard game.
Even to those children presently in elementary school.
Conversations based on consentual sex,
And baiting hatred between races...
Just to avoid things they way they are,
To feed an encouragement of more conflicts...
Is a sign of minds out of time and function.
And an observation of this is not a wish but in existence.
People have flipped out of their minds.
And it may be contributed to their diets.
Or a lack of daily exercise.
But whatever it is this can not be dismissed for what it is,
No one is in a position to accuse someone else,
Of being envious of their standards or lifestyles.
To say many people known,
Are already left alone...
In their own ineptness,
Is not a threat.
Nor is it a warning.
It is reality to others shown who see it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Lieutenants Of Apartheid Train
Home of the plastic smile.
And where lieutenants of apartheid train.
With a doing of their homework in the suburbs...
To test the inner city people they deplete of resources.
And divide within districts to 'apply' for assistance.
These separatists insist with dieing colonialistic wishes,
They know something about diversity.
With a sucking of life from everything that moves...
They suppress with an effectiveness,
To ensure those they stereotype be kept duped and fooled...
As they maintain a draining of their identities.
And the ones survivining without them are obliged,
To remain limited to an ignorance for them that thrives...
With a persisting upon it to keep flourished and alive,
To please the oppressors they pray not to offend.
And in the environment they share to live in...
This reflects a mindset left to breathe as if to snuggly fit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those of Childish Minds
Those of childish minds,
I had to sever and leave behind.
They no longer fed my views of life.
I had been hatched from adolescence,
Many years ago...
With an expanding insight.
Rehashing redundant deeds done I did...
I could no longer validate,
Those actions of adults that reminded me of kids!
I began to feel imprisoned,
By this useless activity for me I could not envision.
That began to smother my mental growth...
And its clarity,
Beginning to feel remote and provoked.
I had to sever and leave behind,
Those of childish minds.
They found routine attractive to them.
And within me routine was not meant to be.
I am an adult!
And others who are...
Is a rare find today by far.
Leaving me to wonder,
As my aging process flows...
How gracefully can those grow old?
And where do those of childish minds go,
When an age upon them obviously shows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outdated And Sidetracked
Why is it,
That those who have chosen to avoid other people...
Are now for some reason,
Believing those very same people 'they' avoided,
Have now chosen to play hide and seek with them?
This is the madness that traps,
Those with minds dysfunctional.
And unable to face the facts...'that',
Have left them outdated and sidetracked...
To live with the playing of childish games.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh, what do I do?
Oh,
What do I do
If people do
Not want to change
For their own good?
What do I do
If people want
To fight in vain
In angry mood?
What do I do
If people love
To do those things
They should not do?
What do I do
If people try
To slander and
Much gossip too?
What do I do
If people do
Not live in peace
With fellow-men?
What do I do
If people bear
Ill-will and grudge
Against brethren?
What do I do
If people strive
To live in vice,
And not advice?
What do I do
If people will
Not share excess
With country-men?
What do I do
If people like
To live in sin
And hate, within?
What do I do
If people don’t
Amend their lives
And turn soul-wise?
What do I do
If people waste
Their precious time
In ego prime?
The things men do
And women too,
Hurt minds and hearts,
Like arrows, darts!
The things they do
Can anger God,
To give His nod
For divine rod!
Oh, will not men
Give up their pride
Or their sins hide,
In God abide?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-24-2007
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Kitchen Bitches
Round table they all meet, set up in the kitchen.
They had a book highlighted with their so call friends name,
They all did their homework report and came to tell about the information that they've gather.
Pour their tea ready to talk about anecdotes,
the conversation is backbiting about their friends life
The kitchens bitches spread intimating rumors about they friends who live way better than the kitchen bitches
They begin with 'word of the mouth is! '
They love to gossip, it is like a rush they need every week,
this meeting make them feel good about themselves and also put them in the right mood
'Gossip conference is over, so next week lets meet at a new location! '
Their small minds discuss people, but they're blind to see that they own life is more mess up than anyone on the block.
Kitchen bitches only dislike gossip is when you gossip about them.
Ever member of the kitchen bitches even talk about the misssing member when they move to a different kitchen.
poem by Brittany Wongus
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To Babysit, Teach And Discipline
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
And aware of life,
From a respecting prospective.
People who are respectful,
Are generally doers of deeds.
It is shown they are responsbile,
With pride in themselves.
And in their communities.
Observing this is better than a picture.
There is something freeing,
When one is in an atmosphere...
Where others living in it,
Enjoy being themselves.
Nothing can be painted to depict this,
Better than the sight of it.
When people become defensive,
And childish in their attitudes...
Expressing demeanors quick to give 'mood'.
Those are the places most distressed.
In which people are heard complaining,
That 'others' should address messes they have left.
You know...
Like children who grow expected by others,
To be accountable...
But no one has taken responsibility to teach them.
Leaving the public school systems as dumping grounds,
To babysit, teach and discipline minds unprepared...
For that process.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Regurgitating
People are often offended,
By a truth directly spoken.
And often people incriminate,
Those who speak their own minds.
Those with some integrity and also honest,
Without regurgitating what to them has been heard...
Or suggested when hypnotized by fresh gossip splurged,
To affect with purpose and intended to have an effectiveness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down Down Down The Drain They Go
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
The affect of it has made them sick.
Although the implementation of it,
Came easy for them to inflict.
Using slander as an ingredient to base...
A defamation of character,
To pepper gossip heated to deface.
And not letting a waste of time go by,
To bake personalities...
And watch some fry.
Finding like minds just as demented.
And overtime their own crimes...
Began to boil over.
And lamenting it...
They could not stop,
Or it prevent.
These deeds of theirs they tried to drop!
But...
Down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
No one wanted this stench to stay!
And the flushing of them came rather quick.
As a mending began to heal...
The wounds once salted,
Abused and picked!
A flavoring of their own taste of envy,
Has brought them unable to stomach...
What was encouraged to flourish.
And this gutter sludge suitable for the sewer...
Gets kicked to the curb,
And drifts!
And down down down the drain they go.
Everyone around them enjoyed the show.
They used slickness in wicked ways.
And this gutter sludge gets a lift,
As it drifts away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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