Deceitfully Victimized
One declaring to be victimized by another,
May pursue to get that atteention...
The first few times mentioned.
But then...
However and eventually,
Those who had been once accused of being culprits...
Become the ones who do receive the empathy,
After it has been discovered...
Those who elected to declare themselves victims,
Are the ones who deceitfully victimized...
To ruin lives of others they chose and selected.
But find themselves today the ones despised.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Forgiveness They Seek
After decades of declaring created enemies,
They wanted others to believe...
Were full of jealousy and envy.
With a doing of awful things to themselves,
To gain and plot the getting of attention...
From those willing to give them empathy.
And empathy to them had been given.
They now wish to call a truce.
But with who or whom will they truce with a doing?
Those whose lives they have ruined to defame?
Or the ones they deceived into believing,
Those enemies selected and picked...
Would have never thought of them existing,
If they had initially minded their own business.
What is the purpose of forgiving anyone,
Who spends their time...
Proving to others they've been out of their minds.
And that forgiveness they seek,
Should be of themselves with lessons taught to teach.
Since they chose to reek their own havoc,
Blamed to have been done by someone else.
And...
Successful in the doing of it they had been.
Until it was exposed...
They chose their own descent.
Without comprehending...
Those of substance and integrity are not shallow.
Nor corrupted by limited mentalities deluded.
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Who Really Benefits the Most
Those who seek to humiliate others
By finding ways to undermine their characters
With youthful sick tricks...
Hoping no one will discover,
They have been behind all of it!
Will find themselves eventually the victim.
Since there is a higher consciouness,
Aware of all of this slanderous mischief!
And in these days we live,
It does not pay to give into temptations
That deceive.
One never knows who really benefits the most,
From being chosen as the one...
Selected to become victimized!
Actions done to undermine...
Are returned to unravel the doer's mind!
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Deeds Done They Do
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And why it happened...
To involve someone who had no idea,
They had been selected to be victimized.
And those initiating these activities with lies...
Are still pretending their innocence.
They are still trying to convince those unknowing...
They had nothing to do with the incidents.
And they had been the culprits who plotted the events!
I am not angered at all,
About what has happened.
I am embittered about how it happened.
And the evilness of those who know,
They are involved!
I am not Sherlock Holmes...
So I could care less how that is solved!
And the bitterness I carry,
Will itself be resolved!
I am familiar with the environment
Of such wickedness and those of evil doings.
Choosing I have,
To ignore and resist it.
Truth is truth!
And does not remain concealed...
To protect those who chose to live,
Behind deeds done they do that are unreal!
They reveal themselves in time.
Their minds unwind in observation!
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More Than A Forgiveness Wished
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
Especially if such activities,
Have been publicly applied.
And over the years has denied those,
The opportunity to provide a decent income...
For themselves or anyone else.
It has to be traumatic,
To approach and seek a forgiveness...
From those one has actively victimized.
And then one day it is discovered,
Those who had been subjected to misery...
Are more influential than one thought them to be.
And the discovery of this,
Leaves one with more than a forgiveness...
Wished!
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Ingenuous
It is extremely ingenuous,
To make false statements about another.
Behind one's back.
Then to contradict with a love for someone,
Mentioned to ensure the validity of a lie told.
And in some environments that is easy to do.
To guaranteed an empathy given is received.
While another is perceived not to be appreciative.
Oh,
People use all kinds of tactics...
To display themselves innocently victimized.
And they are the main ones...
Doing any kind of victimization done.
Deceiving with sincerity.
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In the most public of places
When one survives after being victimized,
By those who lie habitually...
To boost themselves above insecurities,
Hidden deeply.
It is best to let them and their evil deeds go.
A surviver who rises above and beyond this,
Eventually knows truth bestows.
This they know.
And with this they grow.
Those unknowing of one's malfunctions,
Will witness one day how they are exposed.
In the most public of places.
And the one victimized by such false lips,
Will show how a life lived with a faith that exists...
Rises high detached from conflicts.
With a maintaining of a happiness that reflects,
From inside what has been there and real.
And this becomes freed of any secrets revealed.
'Oh my!
What I heard and was led to believe,
Has been deceit all this time?
What is in the mind of those who undermine? '
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To Those Eventually Receiving
The worse advice ever given to heed,
Was...
'Ignore 'those' people.
Let them suffer.
Let them bleed.'
Well...
Today it is difficult to decipher between,
Those suppose to do their suffering while ignored.
And those to bleed unseen.
It is best not to suggest any advice.
Especially if those intended to be victimized,
Deflect what has been wished upon them...
To others eventually receiving those misdeeds.
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This Kind of Notoriety
What has been subjected to fear,
Has always been manufactured.
It has always been that way,
To those victimized.
To those prepared to be wounded,
By lies and applied apologies.
Stated once satisfaction arrives.
And easily are these misdeeds excused...
After the accused has been abused.
And hunted down for interviews,
To further jeopardize one's privacy.
Who sits and desires,
This kind of notoriety?
Could it be...
Only those attached to mysteries?
And ponder the marketing of book sales...
For those who love to read,
About whose lives have been destroyed...
By the policies society employs.
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A Slap On The Face of Democracy
Of course they could care less,
As they feed while soldiers bleed!
Those who choose their conflcits sit...
Sipping on beverages,
As patriotism is professed...
In the quiet comfort of their peaceful nests.
Not one of them ever offered to defend,
With civil duty.
But they will sit to wish destruction continues...
As they lay on couches,
To watch TV on their lazy rear ends.
And when our soldiers come home from war.
They are the last to be served.
Most of them are ignored.
And to keep a peace,
While those leech remained bored!
Is a slap on the face of democracy.
And the ones left victimized...
Are those wounded and abused,
By those selfish!
Who should be the ones despised!
'Why are you soooo angry? '
Not only am I Black.
But as a young patriotic man...
I served my country,
And that's a fact.
And those who sit back getting fat,
I disrespect.
While those who are sent to war...
Risk their lives,
To return to their homeland.
And receive not even a thank you.
But they themselves attacked.
And I have already...as a young man,
Experienced that!
And these are facts that must be changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until An Appreciation For Integrity Comes
Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.
To live and be treated with disrespect...
And defend an honesty,
Others too dishonest disceitfully neglect.
Leaves those victimized in isolated bitterness.
Until an appreciation for integrity...
Comes to the rescue,
And interjects a closer inspection.
Thus revealing corruption at its best.
Character assassinations...
Approved by breeders,
Of greed and heartlessness.
Who are then put through a process,
That dissects them with the ultimate test!
Stripping and exposing them,
To be the leaders of denied digressiveness.
Those today who now cry,
Are the ones who ostracized
The truth sayers who were on their side.
The ones who saw reality as it is...
And now have no empathy to offer.
Or sympathy to give.
To those punished for their deeds!
The taste of their cake,
Has been heartbreakingly tarnished.
And supporters who assisted in the baking...
Turn their loyal backs away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Truth Was Invited to Enter into Our Lives
Deceit, deception, treason!
When have these factors not been used,
To abuse the lives of others?
And then to accuse those who have been victimized...
As enemies of the people.
This practice has been effectively used,
Throughout history.
But today,
For some reason...
Liars and their tactics are not so highly praised.
No one wishes to associate with them.
Regardless how exorbitant one gets paid.
Are we in the midst of experiencing a miracle?
And these are the days to be with us to witness,
When truth was invited to enter into our lives.
Spooky?
Yes!
But eventful and perhaps habit forming.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like Chased Bees Jarred In Backyards
An outcast is safe from being captured,
Like chased bees jarred in backyards...
To buzz,
As curious kids collecting insects...
During a Spring bloom.
An outcast is safe from being captured,
From those places declared...
To have a social etiquette impaired.
But times as they are do change for them.
An outcasting experienced,
Eventually frees them from minds...
Once locked in.
To find in changing times that arrive...
Those who chose to criticize,
Now find their points of view despised.
And like those trapped bees once caught in jars,
Are sought more today than they ever were.
Since people have come to realize,
A needing of the bees...
Like those chosen to be outcast,
Are part of a cycle that helps life thrive.
And if pieces of it are picked to dismiss...
Life as we know it,
Dies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Accepted Ignorance
Undo a knot I myself tied?
Tight and to perfection?
To admit I had done this to myself...
Would spoil the empathy I get,
From those who suspect...
I had been victimized,
By expressing an intelligence.
And that's the last thing I wish to expose,
Knowingly.
There are still some benefits I get,
In portraying I am blessed with an abundance...
Of accepted ignorance.
I know how to suffer from my foolishness wisely.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Until Truth Is Faced
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
Hatred will continue to mask those charading...
Beliefs they have been selected to lead,
And not follow doctrines that protect the interests...
Of all humanity.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
To invade and take...
From others to leave them bleeding.
The acquiring of greed has been the main ingredient,
With a faking of created faith...
To impress those oppressed,
Whose lives lived...
Are determined by some,
To be worthless!
Until truth is faced,
And all deceptions and fantasies...
Have been erased to be replaced by honesty,
There will be no peace that decreases fighting.
There will be no peace that increases love.
Until truth is faced,
There will always be wars.
There will always be the taking to claim ownership.
And a quest to seek a victory,
As if a watching and listening God does not exist.
As if God has permitted them to destroy this gift of life,
Given.
'Living in enforced isolation,
Does not broaden once's comprehension...
Of an accepted reality.
And the ones protecting lies with continued alibis,
Find themselves eventually victimized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying to Find Shelter
Just a few short years ago,
Some folks were subjects of racial kidding.
Profiled and provoked.
And laughed at by those who lived high and mighty.
The ones who felt it okay to be that way...
Because of fat payment checks,
They spent lavishly and were getting.
With boosted egos they themselves stroked.
Today many heads are bowed very low.
Feeling devastated by an economic blow.
With nothing in their pockets,
Or wearing on their backs to show...
Proof or reason for a continuance of pretense.
That they are indeed better,
Than the ones in cardboard boxes.
Draped with newspaper.
To prevent outside elements from coming in.
Nor better than the beggars observed on urban streets.
Weaving from sleeplessness.
As they shiver in rain and falling snow.
Hopeless is the message from them is sent.
But those with eyes turned away don't know.
Or could care a brave veteran of war is there.
Together they are now trying to find shelter.
Ex-snobs, ex-cons and disrespected vets!
And families who have lost everything.
Evicted as if disgusting pests.
All seeking a place to shower or bathe.
Or someone to give them each a dollar or more.
So they can purchase anything...
To nibble on and eat!
Holding onto feeble dignities.
And praying to be saved.
By the same society that tossed them away.
Praying they do for a return of those days...
To undo misdeeds that have left them victimized,
By their own selfish need to greed and joke...
About those they've made helpless and useless folks.
Like they see themselves now in mirrors that reflect.
Victimized by their own selfishness.
And expecting from a decadence to receive some respect.
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How Did We Get Here?
Some people will go to the extreme,
To get an attention...
Even if the getting of it,
Demeans acceptable standards meant.
And degrades what is valued with intent.
To then dress in costume to heighten the event.
Never to know or grown into adulthood.
And those who eventually become selected to be victimized,
Are usually those who closed their eyes...
Believing themselves unaffected by this.
While innocently allowing the ones to select and pick them,
As dispensable objects to disregard and perform...
Actions to define,
As a sickness a normal mind would not permit.
Then out of the woodwork unsolicited opinions come.
From those intellectual to separate themselves from those,
Created from the same fabric.
'But...
How did we get here? '
~Charading and afraid,
To reveal a parading of masquerades.
With a cherising to protect pretentions made.
And finding it acceptable to mask what is inevitable!
'Seriously...
How did we get here? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Knack For Doing That
Agents unconsciously sent,
To demonize others with their skills...
Aren't aware that their knack for doing that,
Is associated with a need to find themselves victimized.
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That Joke to Some
That joke told and thought funny by some...
No longer brings with it smirks.
Or the half smiles on faces.
A seriousness upon them lurks.
And they wonder...
From where the echoed laughter comes,
Surrounding their startled hearts.
The sound of it frightens.
And unfamiliar to anyone!
Has something once done to undermine...
Discovered it was them all this time?
Finding it a thrill to haunt their minds,
This time.
Someone amongst them has elected to stun!
Someone victimized by their tactics...
And missed with them to have their fun.
And that joke told and thought once funny by some?
Seems to now only satisify just one...
Who masquerades in a vengeance of delight.
Knowing their misdeeds done then...
Keeps them in cold sweats in taunted sleepless nights.
Fearing 'what' or 'who' has found whatever they did offensive.
They have forgotten which joke had been told.
And which 'fool' they picked...
They believed then had been defenseless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't You Find Yourself In An Odd Position?
Don't you find yourself in an odd position?
Remember,
It was years ago...
When you mentioned to me,
I could be a bank president...
If I chose to be?
And you went on to gain success in finance.
Only to find you and your position...
Assessed as being outdated and flat broke.
And even with your 'genius' mind...
You can't make a dollar worth more than a dime.
Don't you find yourself in an odd position?
Remember,
It was years ago...
When you mentioned to me,
I could be a bank president...
If I chose to be?
And I chose to see myself happy,
And free of sustained delusions.
And you?
Well...
I can not say,
You did not make your own choices.
You've got your title.
And I've got my life!
With a basicness only happiness,
Has fulfilled.
Don't you find yourself in an odd position?
If not...
You must have adopted fresh delusions.
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