Descendents of Their Founding Fathers
It all has been there!
From the very beginning of its plotting.
Ingredients used?
A perception of kindness.
When introduced,
For purposes to reduce a 'selected' opponent.
Thus starting the art of deception.
Use this to exclaim a reason to fear approaches.
It all has been there from the 'arrival'.
Rivals quickly became the feast,
Upon which to feed ignorance.
Manifest ignorance and market its value.
Lay a tax upon its importance.
Dangle loans and credit...
With teased dreams to keeping the reaching,
Never ending!
Blind folks with their own self centeredness.
Steal from them their integrity...
While their eyes are glazed with greed.
Then take their pride and everything they have.
This tactic had worked splendidly with those of 'color'.
But who knew...
These deceptive techniques would work so well,
On their own kind!
Did anyone in the laboratory not realize the affects of this?
It seems that when gluttony reaches its peak...
Those infected,
Then acquire a taste for cannibalism.
The urban areas have been out of control for years.
However,
The mystery of this...
Those who claim to be descendents of their founding fathers,
Are the ones who have become highly addicted...
To the smell of their own blood!
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Element of the Task
The need for them to see and do...
To correct what should have been done,
Has passed.
Greed was the agenda that fed and lasted.
And allowed to feed this sickness with,
The aid of loans and rich taste.
Quickly supplied to those who qualified...
For the issuing of good credit.
Raising the noses of those who lived off plastic.
That's how drastic this need became,
To gobble them and their selfish whims.
And now little of it is bearly there for them to sniff a whiff!
As every leader representing them knew...
The ticking of the clock hid a bombshell about to drop!
Is Bin Laden a part of this deception too!
A creation schemed by the flawed minds of a few?
The need for them to see and do...
To correct what should have been done,
Has passed.
Is this yet another strategic,
Element of the task?
Too many in the White House laugh.
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By The Fire... (Part Four)
it is not ignorance we should fear,
but our addiction to ignorance,
fueled by indifference and self centeredness...
the door is not locked, unless we lock it.
the chains are not real, until we don them,
and parade around like they're jewelry!
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That Kind Of Action Is Against The Law
We have tried everything in our power,
To ween them away from gluttony...
And their feelings of being entitled,
To devour selfishly...
As if they are the chosen ones,
To graze and feed an endless greed.
'mmm...I see.
Have you tried using guilt?
Sometimes people aren't aware,
They are hypocrites.'
We've introduced diets.
'I was going to suggest lobotomies.
But go on.'
Nothing can convince them,
Their feeding of greed is an economic disaster.
'And...
Where is the problem? '
We wish to prevent this disaster.
'Really? That's funny.
My grandfather believed,
Lessons taught was with a strap felt on the butt.'
That kind of action is against the law.
'Well...
Keep sugarizing them to sustain them in fantasy.
Eventually the taste for greeding will exhaust the supply.
That's a given.'
So...
You don't think hypnotism will work?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Has Been Supplying The Laughing Gas?
Look...
The Chinese own the debt.
We have borrowed more money from them,
Just to keep up false appearances.
They know this.
And the puppeteers know this too!
It makes little sense to talk about,
Whose doing the wasteful spending...
At this stage of the greed game.
And I am highly patriotic!
So do not throw that dissident...
Maverick business,
In my face.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Many folks are beginning to realize it!
People are losing what they thought was theirs,
Because...
Well,
It was never theirs anyway.
Just to hold on loan!
That's it.
Anyone confined to paying taxes...
Stop paying them.
You will find out quick,
Who owns what!
And who will come to take it.
This is a 'business'!
And you are the commodity.
And people in politics talk about what their plans are,
To control and balance the budget and monitor the deficit?
Who has been supplying the laughing gas?
More is needed.
The supply of it is getting low!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jaundiced Eye
Black is beautiful, white is so pure
Can you see a difference? all I sees a blur
Is one color a virtue how can you be sure
Ignorance the disease education the cure
So how can you say that your proud of your race
Proud of your bender
Or proud of your faith
Fascism racism all starts out the same
Stop feeding the fire and smother the flame
Some people are smarter than others so dumb
The reason behind this a cultural one
And greatness isnt carried by blood
So get off your high horse
Youre no better than us
All seems infected that the infected spy
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye
Youre the infected you can never deny
Youre arrogant, youre insolent, youre living a lie
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The Increase Of Its Popularity
The one thing about ignorance,
That is beginning to make sense...
To those advocating their prinicples,
And beliefs with enforced implementation...
Is the acceptance of ignorance everywhere.
Spreading to eliminate the thought of its existence.
Leaving the many who had perceived ignorance to be,
As appalling and offensive to become today outnumbered.
Making the appearance of ignorance the choice preferred.
That satisfies both purpose and taste,
Without need for debate to question.
With few left to argue the increase of its popularity.
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Not Here to Play The Dozen's
Hello?
Is there a light on in your attic?
Obviously not.
Unfortunately,
There is nothing dimming at all in your head.
At least give me eye contact,
So I feel as if something said is being heard,
And shared.
You ignoring me,
Is a favor done you wont believe.
I don't have to put up with your ignorance.
Or tolerate disrespect from no one.
In fact,
Give me more distance.
I live in this community.
And I am familiar with the neighborhood.
What happens here and what folks do to themselves,
May be entertaining to you.
And I could care less if you disagree with me.
But you folks have been programmed,
To invite your own unexpected deaths.
I have integrity and some dignity left,
That has of yet been taken.
And I have identity.
Of that you have none.
My comprehending of that has long been numbed.
To the point it is no longer heartbreaking.
Nor am I one to fake unity!
It aint happenin'.
And if it is I'd like to know where?
But let me say this...
To get this over with quick.
You can act as if I am invisible,
If that helps you pretend I do not exist.
However...
Do not 'think' I have to put up with your 'stupidity'
Because others get a kick out of it!
I am not into self destruction.
Or folks who make excuses to self abuse themselves.
And I know you don't understand this,
Because your mama didn't teach you.
And your father refuses to be a man.
And I know you don't understand 'that'.
Nor am I here to play the 'dozen's with you.
Truth I do not play with!
Too many of you have been pitched the taste for truth.
But you'd rather do a genocide on yourselves,
Better than 'the man' can!
And your ignorance has been addicted to keep that focused.
But nothing done I do is a mirage.
I'm here to snap your ass awake.
Don't get that messed up with your sugared cookies.
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Does Not Measure Up
They leave themselves penniless.
And thieve on allowed greed.
Bankrupt themselves on bad loans and credit.
And have fed themselves into a diseasing gluttony.
Their decadence is marketed.
Sleazy sex aids and other remedies...
Are given prime time,
On national TV.
Disrespect is expected.
Discipline is,
Not what it use to be.
Today no one knows how to spell the word.
Or know what the word today should mean.
Some believe it means drinking diet coke at a feast.
And those who perfer pepsi,
Gouge themselves but claim to eat little meat.
Trying to convince themselves,
Not others.
Who clear the sidewalks,
As they wobble up and down public streets.
And they gather to meet,
To discuss their displeasure...
Of a new leader elected.
Who does not measure up to their expectations.
Nor does he they claim...
Have interest in protecting their messes.
Or their dwindling treasures.
'And the agenda is...? '
~I'll give you a clue.
You are not a priority.
Does that answer satisfy you? ~
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Whether Who Sees It, Believes It Or Not
There are those who accept life,
Only from their perception.
And if it is not within their eyesight...
It simply does not exist.
Since the world around them...
They believe spins!
They maintain their beliefs,
Like a trained dog protecting its shelter.
And allowing just a touch from its 'master'.
Showing a devotion.
And expressing all it knows,
From lessons taught.
There is a reason why some fail,
And some succeed.
A reason why some are motivated with faith...
While others pray in waiting,
With an anticipation that is teased.
Until the Earth shakes them awake!
From the depths of their self-centeredness.
Yes...
These folks can be deep sleepers!
And there are those who observe life as it is.
By breathing and being involved with it.
Confronting and removing obstacles that exist.
Learning and growing and persistent with this!
And sacrificing something wished...
For something that has to get done!
And often quick.
Whether who sees it, believes it or not.
What is accomplished is what it is,
Regardless of who has spent their lives being deluded.
Or entertained by their own self worth and importance!
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This Is About Identity and Principle
What difference does it make,
Whose heart you take and break?
What difference will you fake next...
If you say you've made mistakes,
When those mistakes leave heartbreak...
Over again,
In a thoughtless process unconsciously taken!
And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One's integrity and dignity.
This is about those areas of life,
That have never dawned on you.
Because you are just too caught up in 'things'.
And no one can pay for magic to happen...
If one's mind is already established in ego!
To adorn and impress,
A valued emptiness.
And...
Let me leave you with this,
When did you determine I was not Afrocentric?
Was it before or after you recognized I was not subservient?
Or after you obtained the benefit of my efforts...
Erased from beneath your footsteps.
And I had been freed with blood I left...
From displaying a humblizing ignorance.
You find to market is best.
Or was 'that' something you had been told?
By those sold on reaching for already polished gold.
You do not remember the days,
The path you did not pave...
Had not been laid with choices,
Do you?
But I forget...
You represent that generation absent of deeds.
Delusioned and free of struggle.
You just want to shine...
Regardless of who holds your spotlight.
Or who had paid to have that light shine upon you.
I knew those unafraid to be challenged by those paths unpaved.
And perhaps my comfort with that...
Leaves you opinionated that I am not aware,
I am black?
I just don't carry the affects of that on my back!
And why should I...
When every stride I glide is still followed!
And this is not about money,
Or being Afrocentric.
This is about identity and principle.
One's integrity and dignity.
And none of that do you represent...
As a means for your survival!
I can where...
And with whom I sit and eat.
That is something yet I can not do.
As I pretend to be unaware...
Of the closeness of my oppressor's teeth.
And you...
Could care less of who makes the mess.
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Debilitating Limits Of Applied Suppression
Silly are the myths kept.
With all that is being revealed...
About truth.
And the deception...
To diminish the use of it.
Since this might stir a reason...
That pauses to connect 'cause',
Blinded by neglect that effects...
The advancement of a kept ignorance.
And having an absence of reality...
One is never introduced,
To witness its productive use.
And if a meeting should take place...
An enticement to express more respect,
That affects others would be accepted.
However...
One's mental growth that isn't controlled,
May become unleashed...
If truth should be released.
To benefit those freed...
From the debilitating limits of applied suppression,
Not even those oppressing it can look forward to escape.
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Arrival of a child
Arrival of a child marks the
Arrival of a new pleasant path
Arrival of a most colourful horizon
Arrival of a new set of dreams
Arrival of a new ray of hope
Arrival of a new melody in musical notes
Arrival of a refreshing new fragrance
Arrival of a new butterfly in our garden
Arrival of a child marks the
Assertion of nature’s supremacy
Assertion of God’s faith in men
Assertion of sustenance of existence
Assertion of human love
Assertion of a new strengthened bond
Arrival of a child marks the
Beginning of a new philosophy
Beginning of a new set of experiences
Beginning of a renewed valour
Beginning of new ways of learning
Beginning of refined perception
Beginning of the glow of innocence
Beginning of a new set of celebrations
Arrival of child marks the
Formation of new cloud of prosperity
Formation of shower of fresh nutrients
Formation of a lake of vibrant future
Formation of a new pool of gainful talents
Let us welcome the child,
The spark of continuation of human race and
Let the human race celebrate the
Arrival of each child just born
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There is fear of religious mad men
There’s fear of religious mad men
who crash planes into places,
where innocent people live and work
without any apparent reason.
There’s fear of religious mad men
to be able to find,
acquire, or make
nuclear materials
and the ingredients
of the bomb
and to have the blue prints
to build that device
and to use it without any regret
on their fellow man.
There’s fear of religious mad men
to try and change the world
to the backward society
that they want it to be,
but I fear leaders without
any integrity
and with a lack of character
more than all these things,
since they force people
to live empty lives.
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Knowledge Is There to Gain From This
It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
Seem to be permanently closed.
There are no fences to jump,
Or keys to unlock gates.
Even the faking of not having it,
Is hard to do when ignorance approaches.
There have been cases,
In which attempts have been made...
To masquerade a wisdom,
For the sake of keeping peace.
Since all peace wishes to do is to live in it.
This can not be done.
It seems that ignorance becomes offended.
And conflicts begin!
The forces of ignorance struggle to win.
Leaving consequences for them to suffer!
And knowledge is there to gain from this.
But it is ignorance that is stubborn.
Wanting to prove without knowledge...
Alone it can exist in the spreading of its nonsense.
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Feelings of Inadequacy
Most of the problems people today face...
Are not tied to economics.
Or financially traced.
Most of those problems are delusion based.
With investments made to escape,
Feelings of inadequacy.
People have been fed deceit.
And it has become part of their lives.
Crime on the rise on urban streets...
Can be attributed more to the feeding,
Of suburban greed!
And the spread of isolated ignorance.
Defended by insecurities.
Those 'us' against 'them' theories used,
As tactics to uplift causes of segregation...
Has degraded the very folks,
Who have provoked their own demise.
With lies seen coming to destroy their dreams,
Emptying into abandoned philosphies once worshipped.
And believing themselves worthy of exclusive gluttony!
Chosing to ostracize those who spoke truth.
And now they are on the pursuit to find escapes.
But the price they have paid,
Has closed those exits!
To leave them crazed.
Praying their visions of an apocalypse,
Is realized.
To afford them purpose, identity and reason...
For their misguided beliefs!
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One Disturbed
Seeking an attention,
By the use of offensive means...
Teaches not a thing,
To one disturbed...
By mental dysfunctions.
An ignorance like this has been fostered.
An ignorance has been allowed to flourish.
An ignorance that grows becomes expensive.
Since an ignorance bestows,
A flowing of it that becomes out of control!
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
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Upon the Table of Fulfilled Wishes
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
I am seeking a new diet,
That inspires a fresh insight.
With a brightness that incites,
A joyous excitement.
Teach me to appreciate all that I am.
Help me reach out to others...
To awaken that view,
Enabling them to see 'that' within them too!
If you've come to teach me greed.
Teach me to crave the gluttony of happiness.
Teach me to instruct others...
Deception is not a taste,
To welcome with an invitation...
At this grand feast to take place!
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
Teach me to know that my happiness and joy...
Can only be fed,
If others are encouraged to also share.
Bringing with them a dish...
To spread upon the table of fulfilled wishes,
In this season of blessings to caress!
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Visitor to 'Da Hood
He said he was 'representin'
The peeps,
Who digged life with breath fresh!
And eyes so cleared...
They sat on plateaus to beem.
And down upon them wisdom comes!
And down upon them with wit and grace,
Happiness appears to glow on their faces.
And connected to the divine,
They are!
By invisible vines...
Linked to sunkissed angels.
And said I was ready to join his clan!
'A 'clan' of what I thought?
A clan to change the man I am?
What clan is this?
And I dismissed anything evil.
And I'm sure my raised eye brow was witnessed?
Announcing again,
When he noticed my skepticsm,
Beginning to set in.
Behind a mask worn to hold back,
The laughter.
Again...
He said he was 'representin' the peeps.
And those peeps he said he represented...
Were not from our times!
He was not of ignorance at all.
'What did he mean by that? '
He smiled.
Did he know my thoughts?
Has he known them for a while?
In fact...
I don't believe he was ever introduced,
To an ignorance I was readying to produce!
How did he know it just like that?
And I had known it too well.
Years have I spent getting 'treatments'
Of all kinds!
Instantly,
I knew he was a visitor to 'da hood'
And 'representin'
Something that seems to be working!
Since I found no reason to insult him,
At all.
And he offered upon sight...
His respect for me first!
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Freed To See Others Not As Equals
There are times I'd like to confess,
My wish to address those professed...
To be selected 'blessed and highly favored' folks.
The ones who set themselves aside,
As having more knowledge to know...
How to live their lives as The Almighty has decided.
As an excuse to live their lives,
Isolated and divided.
Everyone living is a work-in-progress.
No one lives perfectly in a world beset with temptations.
Struggling to survive these days is an everyday test.
And to claim to be favored from the rest who are tested,
Is the height of a self centeredness...
One believes is freed to see others not as equals.
But as those who 'sin' doing things they pretend,
Separates them with an advantage to pass their judgements.
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