Disgruntled
He is not the first or the last...
To stun,
By telling what he knows is true.
Nor is he the only one...
To be labelled digruntled,
By those feeding delusion...
In their high priced silk worn suits!
He could have stayed,
And continued the betrayal...
In dismay.
But a sense of integrity,
He had to pursue.
And now he has been declared embittered,
By proclaiming
He and others have represented dishonesty.
And that was wrongly by them pursued!
And yet,
His admissions...
For whatever the ambition,
Had for years
Kept others ostracized and shunned.
Defamed they were and claimed,
To be nonconformists!
But it is much too late...
To backtrack and replaced,
To undo the destruction
And the killing that's been done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Traitors Will Be Ostracized
Fitting in...
Being accepted!
Not standing out...
So as not to attract attention
To oneself!
It's so difficult to have integrity,
With a raised eyebrow.
Sooner or later...
It will have to be shaved,
Or sunglasses worn...
With black lens to hide that!
And designer approved.
A recommended 'chic' with deception look!
Anyone percieved detecting dishonesty...
Will be labelled as a follower of truth!
And that will not be tolerated!
Traitors will be ostracized...
And punished to the fullest degree.
The very best of character assassination
Will be applied!
It is a conformity everyone abides!
And legalized to uphold an accepted way of life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In God's Eyes
'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
Many years ago they had chosen sides.
Those that appeared to have nothing,
Were taunted!
Those who worshipped things...
Of course,
Were not!
They were social darlings.
And accepted brighter than stars!
But the land could not feed,
All of those who kept feeding their greed.
And for generations...
They let the needy bleed!
They laughed at the homeless.
Joked of those who found refuge on the streets.
But the land could not feed,
All of those who kept feeding their greed.
Warnings from those observing,
Were dismissed and at best, ignored!
If fact they were declared to be insane...
And defamed and slandered,
Became for some to do to them as a chore!
And the signs of the times began to creep,
Upon the shores.
And this had never been seen before.
Many became frightened.
Decisions were made to close their doors!
An epidemic soon spread.
And those of suburban dreams...
Found themselves foreclosure whores!
Those with their BA's, MA's and PHd's...
Wide screen TV's and DVD's
Were lining up at pawn shops!
Sneaking to protect pretentions they could not stop!
Those of jewels and gold gems...
Sought to find shelter,
With lost relatives and fake friends!
But wait...
'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
You, the abused...
The downtrodden and counted out!
You, the one ignored and talked about!
You, the slandered and defamed to shame.
You who kept your dignity and identity that remained...
Ultimately wins the prize!
In God's eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before They Chopped Them Down to Fall
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On themselves with bruises to leave.
This is reflected and seen in their environments.
How the loss of discreeted corruption...
Has been exposed to local residents.
Many express disbelief and can not comprehend this.
So accustomed they've been,
To being deceived...
By family members and their own friends.
Just for a few more dollars in their pockets to spend.
At the expense of betrayal and acts of treason,
Foolishly in an excitement that could not wait to begin.
But this has been the life,
People have chosen to achieve and succeed.
Whether this had been wrong or right...
Not too many perceived,
The ones eventually performing their own bleeding...
Would be from their own hands,
To bite and cut off their needs that kept them feeding.
With blinded addictions focused on greed.
That's what gluttony does to people like these.
Everyday it appears,
More people are going out of their way...
To reveal their insecurities,
By accusing a spoken truth!
That upsets their narrowed comprehensions.
And gossip and innuendos...
With character assassinations are then pursued.
And a practiced backstabbing,
To undo those of honesty too...
Is what people like this in privacy choose to do.
And not caring at all...
To see the forest for the trees,
Before they chopped them down to fall.
On everything they claimed valued,
To have had worth.
And...
An ignorance initially refusing to listen,
Becomes installed...
Upon all,
Of self righteous deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Number One
Honesty is often admired.
And in privacy...
Those known to be that way,
Are more than welcomed.
But an honesty admired,
That becomes publicly outspoken...
Around others unfamiliar with it,
Can stun them and have them run.
Most people rather not be shown,
Associated with it.
Most people collectively,
Choose to be accepted.
And today no one wants to feel shunned.
Knowing until an approval of honesty,
Has yet to be done.
Since currently dishonesty for many is number one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lobbying For Change
I had to come to their defense.
Since it was claimed,
They were on private property.
Panhandling.
And upsetting residents.
I quickly demanded to see the manager.
And announced...
The people were 'lobbying for change'
Something we all are seeking.
Especially during these times,
Of severe need.
'Hopefully, that can be agreed? '
Unless adverse publicity is sought?
And 'that' somehow was discouraged!
Since property taxes were overdue.
And that fact was a known issue.
That could undo.
If harrassments continued...
To be pursued!
~What is this?
Some sleaze of a 'blackmail'? ~
'Now...
You're trying to make this personal!
As if I am without an identity or intergrity,
That does not possess a wholesomeness...
Up and above such lowlife remarks!
Well...
How much is it worth to you? '
~How much is 'what' worth to me? ~
'My talents? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Undo The Right
(willie nelson/hank cochran)
If you cant say you love me say you hate me
And that you regret each time you held me tight
If you cant be mine forever then forsake me
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
It was right when you loved me only
But wrong when you held another tight
So before you go away and leave me lonely
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
Its too late to say your heart is filled with sorrow
You cant undo whats done
Why do you try
So please so I can face the new tomorrow
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
Its too late to say your heart is filled with sorrow
You cant undo whats done
Why do you try
So please so I can face the new tomorrow
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
If you cant undo the wrong
Undo the right
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Dishonesty is being clever.
To know more is to do less.
Moderation betrays weakness.
Prudent delay is a cowardly act.
Reckless daring is loyalty.
Obedience is slavery.
Revenge is self destruction.
Cleverness is dishonesty.
Simplicity is helplessness.
Dishonesty succeeds;
Simplicity trails.
To heap pride from dishonesty
Is the dangerous end
The society is heading to.
29.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Giving Power To
Given power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
And...
Exaggerate and stretch,
A lie to make it true...
Is done,
And with a motive.
But,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
The giving power to...
Upset and disconnect.
And...
Reject the best.
Is...
What people do!
Yes,
The giving power to...
Fix and uplift with hope,
Flows with a flushing...
Down the drain.
And that is true.
Yes...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As best as it can get,
Is not pursued.
No...
The giving power to,
Truth, peace and happiness...
As yet,
Is not...
Done to do.
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
NO!
The giving power to...
Undo a mess to correct,
Is...
Not pursued!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Too-Late Born (Cavatina) (In Answer To Archibald Macleish)
We were too late born to escape from war,
was forced to go,
have caused with great manmade bolts of thunder
the slain; do know
the soulless agony that comes from killing,
saw phosphor glow
as it burns red with a projectile strike;
the destruction, killing, we did not like.
[Reference: 'The Too-Late Born' by Archibald MacLeish.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Center of Golden Trinkets
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
No one can fake an ownership that does not exist.
The consciousness of the Earth will not permit it!
A divineness given has made some minds sick...
With a wicked self centeredness that is going to be punished.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
It stay and wanted to share resources.
Forces proceeded to addict a mindset to things.
Increasing the need to fill empty spaces with waste.
And the luxury of bad taste.
With the acceptance of disrespect.
As well as a lack of discipline...
And that which is connected.
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
Integrity kept was not swept away by the feeding of greed.
In fact...
Any who had any of that left,
Wept!
And helplessly stood by to watch their country bleed.
Dishonesty became the treason of pride.
Not too many hid that they lied to get what they wished...
And did.
What.
They.
Wanted to do!
'May the eyes of the wise open! '
The greatness of this land...
Goes uncelebrated on foreign soil,
Where oil is abundant and sold to enrich...
The lives of those upon land God has chosen,
For 'them' to nourish and enrich themselves!
But others too impatient to wait for God's command...
Believed they only had to steal to find themselves the chosen.
To find themselves the center of golden trinkets to adorn,
And distract!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Were Gold
If I were Gold
I wonder my worth
Before men alike
Probably I’d be so cherished by them so much.
If I were gold
I would definitely be so precious
Compared by Men for superiority
And worn so gallantly by all around.
If I were gold
I wonder the worth of carat
I’d be by now
A twenty-four carat, or one less pure
If I were gold
I’d definitely by found all around the world
Doing my best piece
And decorating the best amongst the best.
If I were gold
I’d probably be a must for the high and mighty
And also a source of quarrel amongst them
‘Cos non-would be more content with me around.
If I were gold
I wonder how priced I’d be
And probably kept in the strongest safe
And most probably in the choicest Swiss bank.
If I were gold
I’d probably be worn by Men of class
While still adorning some choicest parts of the body
And being priced by all I come in contact with
If I were gold
No matter how rigorous it takes to make me pure
And how costly it is to acquire me around
I’d definitely put a simile on faces all over the world.
If I were gold
No matter how tarnished and tainted I may be
I’d still find a place in the hearts of all so dear
And be a pride to many anyway
poem by Okeke Emmanuel
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Angels Of The Disappeared
You let me read your pretty poetry
And I fell for your trailer park majesty
And I, When I said I'd die for you (for you)
I didn't mean for you to write the eulogy
You betrayed yourself and me too
CH. I know you lie when it's true
Jesus saves white trash, baby, like you
It's too late for you to undo
Jesus saves white trash, baby, like you
I should appreciate the irony
Cause I led us both to my Gethsemane
And I, I don't hate you I hate love (it's true)
I held you so close I couldn't see
While you had the grander view
I know sometimes it's true
(Jesus saves white trash, baby like you)
We make what we can't undo
(Jesus saves white trash, baby like you)
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CHORUS: I know you lie when it's true
Jesus saves white trash, baby like you
It's too late for you to undo
Jesus saves white trash, baby like you
CHORUS: I know sometimes it's true
(Jesus saves white trash, baby like you)
We make what we can't undo
(Jesus saves white trash, baby like you)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Undone To Undo
Undone to undo...
Those passionate insights.
Individuality disconnected,
To a symbolic way of life.
Undone to undo...
Questions and curiousity.
Freedom to disconnect...
From a torn and decadent society.
Undone to undo...
Truth and honesty.
A rise in higher consciousness,
That allows eyes wide open that see.
Undone to undo...
Facts and nonfiction.
To restrict convictions.
Undone to undo...
Influence that speaks,
To those poor and meek...
Reaching to strengthen,
Identities that seek...
A reality that teaches,
Shackles are for the sheep...
Heading for mutilation.
And a mindless humanity!
Undone to undo...
You and I.
And all good deeds pursued,
We attempt to do.
Undone to undo...
But intervention,
Prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
An intervention,
Prevents it.
And dimensions,
Diminish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lucifer's War
My father’s house is destroyed
Due to inhalation of poisonous racism
That ruined the entire nation.
How could that be? He created the human race -
Yet here we are fighting against tribal ground,
We claimed we are under desolation,
Proclaiming the tidbits of our existence,
Fighting for freedom? Or are we just ignorant?
We are the by product of the heavenly war,
When Lucifer wage war against his creator,
Proclaiming his arrogant (self) existence,
Was his war justified or not?
He was clothed with all precious diadems,
Exalted by his loving creator,
But he rose against him,
Proclaiming his highest dominance.
Do you see yourself?
Government of this world,
Or your house government, and work governance?
Aren’t you exalting yourself? Don’t sabotage the other?
Don’t you not? You hail yourself for your ignorance.
Justice you say,
Where is justice?
Corrupt are you all, who hail himself higher than -
The most high God who created this universe.
poem by Tess Rockenstire
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Signal To Noise
Nothing I do makes much sense
Say you don't really get me anymore
I wonder if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Nothing I want means a lot
Say you don't understand me like before
I'm not sure if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Nothing I think has a point
Say you don't quite believe me anymore
I wonder if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Gets hard to guess the best way through
The thing to do if none of this is true
I wish I knew how to undo
The doubt I hide inside
I grew in you...
The knot I hide inside I tied in you...
Nothing I am shows the way
Say you don't seem to know me like before
I'm not sure if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
No nothing I do makes much sense
Say you don't really get me anymore
I wonder if you ever did... if you ever did at all?
Gets hard to guess the best way through
The thing to do if none of this is true
I wish I knew how to undo
The knot I tied in you...
When more or less the yes and no
Is all for show it isn't really so...
Look high and low where did we go?
You moved too fast or maybe I just moved too slow?
There's so much noise...
All the signal seems to fade away
Too much noise...
Or could be this is how it always sounds
With nothing left?
song performed by by Cure
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To Attain
Engage in deception of the order we attain
To astound our enemies and count leading.
A stately ritual has been born from the fires,
Sadly, the wars have shunned us and left them.
My time goes by, hating one another as if quiet
Exited to be replaced by tomorrow’s bill;
Curse the swallowing of morsels to do with God,
Take on destruction and vile acts just to please us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Angels With Dirty Faces
I need this to get me through
can't resist and don't want to
believe it I know it's true
I can't beat and don't want to try
perfect hell
it's more to me than you ever will know
down here where the rest of us fell
waste away with nothing left to show
while I'm in this perfect hell
obsession has begun
possessed by destruction
how did I get so low
believe me no one knows
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions
on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction
thin blood I'm bleeding my pulse won't stop racing
just as my heart explodes
no chance that I could win
too hard to not give in
I just don't feel the same
cause I'm the one to blame
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
I need this to be myself
it feels like I need some help
it's too late to save myself
or it's just in my head
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense
song performed by by Sum 41
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What Does It Take For Reality To Be Embraced?
What is it that goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed?
By the telling of lies and demeaning them,
With stereotypical jokes that seem to continue with no end?
Those old jokes told,
That have rusted against their peeling picket fences.
Delusion!
A delusion kept that their inept perceptions,
Will stay effective with sustained false depth.
And their ability to squeeze the economy,
To have those on their knees and pleading...
With a begging of them to forgive them of 'sins'.
As if they have been annointed as 'chosen' deities.
Worshipped by those suppressed as they believe.
What goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed,
By the telling of lies and demeaning them...
With stereotypical jokes?
Delusion!
And what awakens to stun the ones,
To snap out of their spells they've kept so well?
Reality!
And what does it take for reality to be embraced?
A truth that survives that no one can deny.
Once superficiality diminishes from those whose eyes,
Have been cleared and freed from all deceptions.
With trauma to face as a reception!
After inspecting their standards once valued demolished.
'Say what you will.
But a winning was not done with a mandate! '
I agree.
However...
Few losers are heard cheering,
Because they 'almost' defeated that which was opposed.
Or observed snuggling together...
With smiles a mile wide and gratified with eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accustomed To Critique And Darkness
Emotional vampires,
Accustomed to critique and darkness...
I can't afford to have feeding on my consciousness.
The extensive draining done they do,
I wont allow with me to pursue.
And they will do it too!
Emotional vampires,
Limited with negativity.
Upset with themselves.
And surrounded by insecurities.
Despise they do,
Those who choose not to self abuse.
And refuse to listen...
But expect others to.
They are happiest when sharing,
Their blightest insights.
And delight when someone argues,
Against thoughts they have...
Others feel for them aren't right.
And pained by youthful injustices to them done,
These emotional vampires...
Solicit to undo,
The peace of mind of someone.
Emotional vampires,
Accustomed to critique and darkness...
I can't afford to have feeding on my consciousness.
The extensive draining done they do,
I wont allow with me to pursue.
And they will do it too!
If given one's time.
And...
Empathy.
'I'm a Scorpio.
What are you? '
I'm a-Leaving!
Note:
The 'theme' is similar to my other poem,
Entitled: 'Emotional Vampires'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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