Enactments
Now that their feelings of betrayal...
And being disgruntled,
Have a rawness about it...
They believe there is a commonness,
Left to express those displeasures...
With those historically distressed.
Those they would normally regard as pests!
And that was just...
Yesterday!
With their duress confessed,
During these suppressed times...
They seem to quickly display,
A discomforting selfishness...
They wish would go away,
To unwind and leave behind.
Like keys left with the butler or maid.
If not for temporary and sentimental reasons!
When the times were good for them...
They would not be seen,
Appearing in daylight...
With 'those' disadvantaged on urban streets.
Exposing their faces on such scenes.
And rubbing shoulders,
With these 'underlings' they meet!
'These surroundings?
How gouache.
Tasteless.
And so unbecoming! '
They would have ignored them,
As not being among those blessed!
They would have compared their separateness...
By comparing acquired materialism,
That kept them feeling falsely blessed.
But somehow their current fellowship expressed,
Seems more like a pretentiousness hiding a desperation.
And spreading a shallow attempt,
To solicit empathy from those who can least afford it.
Those who know who 'they' are!
And why they have been kept by 'them' suppressed.
Those things they once had,
No longer provides the escape...
From their insecurities now exposed.
So they have 'chosen' to be amongst the poor.
To uplift a hollowness...
Left from a loneliness of an emptiness felt.
Somehow,
This can not be easily erased.
Or from them now to go ignored.
Or replaced...
As one awaits for delivered luggage,
To leave quickly a bad vacation.
Especially when faces of a different hue...
Reminds them of a racistness they inflicted,
And kept in place to subdue...
In brutal disrespect.
Who knew these times would be so stinging.
Leaving so many unprepared?
To unpack cares and fresh hints of concern.
Now 'they' appear as if in research...
Seeking a way to find a comfort.
One that is not as demeaning as seen,
Or vividly portrayed...
By those who seem professional,
Recreating enactments placed upon them...
To do that poverty 'thing'
Done so well!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yours Seem To Be On Your Shoulders
At times your tongue,
Seems ready to spit fire.
Why so quick,
To expose and display...
Such an attitude laced,
With embitteredness?
'Well,
Let's see.
Maybe it is residue left over,
From the years I have experienced...
Being a Black man.
Who knows?
And maybe...
Just being a human being around those,
Who have chosen to follow along...
Like programmed robots when I am not.
And I am reminded of those times...
When pretentions were easily spotted.'
And today?
'Today?
No one cares.
Most eyes are focused on exposed butts.'
And this reality makes you disgruntled?
'Of course it does.
Even though I am told,
I have a butt of a nineteen year old.'
By who?
'Nevermind.
Who's behind is it? '
And today...
Yours seem to be on your shoulders!
'Like I said...
It is mine to flaunt.
Whether or not it is on my shoulders.
I am in no attitude to conduct a random survey.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Many Have Suppressed Their Depressions
Too many have suppressed their depressions.
And had shied away from expressing they are upset.
Protesters seem to be doing their best,
To be civilized with the hiding of their regrets.
With a wish they had not let themselves,
Gather into the streets to protest a greed.
When those homeless and needing to eat,
And a place to sleep...
Should have long ago sent warnings,
How those who are obviously in need...
Could be easily ignored by those who continue,
To feast as if nothing else is noticed.
Too many have suppressed their depressions.
And no longer shy away from expressing they are upset.
Protesters seem to be doing their best,
To be civilized with the hiding of their regrets...
With a wish they had not let themselves,
Gather into the streets to protest a greed.
Believing themselves to be right.
Because they are mostly...
Well,
Fighters for fading entitlements...
That are being erased from their eyesights.
And if this was not happening to them at all,
It would be poverty as usual...
For 'those' people to experience.
You know...
The ones too lazy to get a job.
Or find a decent wage to feed themselves and families.
Under a roof they can afford.
You know...
'Those' people who had never been accepted,
By the whims of 'them' with their selected druthers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Effects of Racism
I was once invited to participate,
In a seminar.
To discuss the effects of racism,
Conducted many miles away in an isolated
Remote area
Distanced from where the effects took place.
Near my home.
And I was to be the only Black to appear,
On this prestigious panel.
I declined the offer.
Since I felt it was ridiculous,
To remove myself away from those 'effects'
While in discussion with others,
Who kept perpetuated the acceptance
Of expressed indifferences.
Plus I had attended another affair,
At the same location...
As others listened intently,
While I explained reasons for wearing my hair
In dreads!
And if it had an affect on my identity.
I was then asked to come again,
Next time I was in the area.
As if these 'settings' would be missed,
In my life!
And those who 'sympathized' with my plight,
Would embrace my need to receive their acceptance.
With an understanding of my internal turmoil.
Which, of course, had to depress,
My sensibilities.
Yes!
Only an eyewitness experiencing this,
Would appreciate the sacrifices I make.
Living amongst those who have not been so 'chosen'
To escape from their deprived and substandard conditions.
Inflicted upon them by those less liberal of deed.
I feel so blessed to be honored,
By those 'willing' to share their comfort zones!
However...
There is something about my own environment,
That affords me the freedom to express less pretentiousness.
Although I must say this,
Being a 'victim' of those who are racists...
Has, at times, been to my benefit.
At least I know where they are coming from.
And I have been given opportunities to avoid them!
With a choice to leave them and their preceptions,
'Impressed' upon their limited consciousness.
And I,
Could leave them alone to glorify their intentions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Seem Detached From Stress
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
And express with an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
I am not always as secure,
As I seem when attempting to impress.
I just feel what I say comes from an honesty.
And being true to myself,
Sometimes has created my own loneliness...
That has left me with moments of distressed.
I admit to feeling honored.
And also repeatedly blessed.
To have someone like you,
Make comments...
About those confessions I profess,
That expresses an openness...
To seem detached from stress.
But I am not that different,
From those wishing more...
And not less,
Of those moments I regret...
To have a happiness,
That will leave me to be...
Feeling free to be at my best.
Without experiencing an aloneness,
Through what is felt at times...
An unwinding road confined,
To a wilderness...
That sits inside,
Of an inquisitive mind.
Traveling as it does without any sign of rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Times Never Forgotten
Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.
Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.
And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.
Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!
Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.
You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.
And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.
And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.
'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '
~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stuck In Their Nonexistent Beliefs
It is difficult to leave behind,
Those whose minds are kept defined...
By times no longer here to breathe.
What keeps them fixed,
With such a stubbornness...
Has many refusing to converse with them.
And abruptly from them people leave.
To find fresh air pollution free.
Rapidly changes are amongst us to see.
To witness and adapt appropriately.
But there are those who will remain,
Stuck in their nonexistent beliefs...
That horsedrawn wagons and cobblestone streets,
Were innovations never to be replaced.
Even when shifting winds...
Show an aging upon their disbelieving faces.
With deep concerns that can be traced...
Back to those times they can not let go!
Yet argue to be heard,
Their way of life for 'certain' people...
Is more than well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Crazy
Here I am alone again tonight
In this old empty house
Its hard to learn what you dont
Think you need
You cant live without
Never leave the sound
Of the telephone
But ever since you left, Ive been gone
Gone crazy, goinout of my mind
Ive asked myself the reasons, at
Least a thousand times
Goinup and down this hallway
Tryinto leave the pain behind
Ever since you left, Ive been gone
I never saw your face this many times
When you were really here
The things you said I never
Understood
Are now crystal clear
I never spent this much time
At home
But ever since you left, Ive been gone
Chorus
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Im Hiding
Maybe Im insane
Walking on a wire
Maybe Im the same
Nothing to take me higher
Tell me where to start
Think Im at the end
Right now feeling pain
Make it go away
Maybe Im to blame
Maybe Im a liar
Maybe were the same
Nothing can top the fire
I cant feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon Ill fade away
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
Im looking back and they are mine
Im hiding from the things they say
Doing time been led astray
Thinking back to times of yesterday
I could die
Im trying to find a better way
But Im trapped
Cant get away
All I think is about yesterday
I could die
Maybe Im insane
Walking on a wire
Maybe Im the same
Nothing to take me higher
I cant feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon Ill fade away
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
Im looking back and they are mine
Im hiding from the things they say
Doing time been led astray
Thinking back to times of yesterday
I could die
Im trying to find a better way
But Im trapped
Cant get away
All I think is about yesterday
I could die
song performed by by Korn
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The Unfriendly Woman Next House
i met a woman
at the cottage by the beach
with a daughter
who by her acts love being
unfriendly
i must have misunderstood her
right to privacy
i understand it now
for like me she must have been nurturing
a wound
rubbing it with the balm of grief's silence
leaving it to the cares of time
believing that no word from another can heal it
no concern can cure it
that what hurts should better be left to the care
of themselves
automatically healing without
anyone's unnecessary intervention
when we meet i look the other way
as a sign of respect for her chosen indifference
perhaps it works for her
so many times over and over again
perhaps that is the same reason
why she is in this place
isolated but never ostracized
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fresh Fingerprints
This healing will not be sexual.
Nor will decided preferences of discretions,
Be considered as submissions...
To capture imaginations.
Not on this list,
One might wish to solicit.
What approaches is more atmospheric.
Touching lives of everyone near it!
A toxic mist hovers and visits.
And a descending mixes...
To stir those transfixed.
A repayment of what has been done comes.
Affecting those who directed...
Their infectious flavored addictions!
Delivered to seduced those reduced to cravings.
A repayment of what has been done comes.
And now people sit,
Stunned with glazed eyes and affixed...
To quickly barren cupboards.
Where dusts collects,
To show fresh fingerprints!
A repayment of what has been done comes.
As a silent fear on faces appear!
And frozen in place is a once fast pace.
Quickly erased are separating boundaries...
Remembered as clear and vivid!
Those less fortunate and of obvious lack...
Are witnessed now to be turning their backs!
'What has happened?
An economic pay back attack? '
A repayment of what has been done comes.
And those who fed their greed...
Now find themselves without shelter.
Empty shelves!
And to their lack of bolstered credit...
A depleting of it with nothing left to feed.
No where is there to run or hide.
To cry in anguish with anyone empathetic.
Pathetically the bleeders weep.
Pleading for a restoration...
Of needed pretensions desperately sought,
To mask and strengthen weakened insecurities.
A repayment of what has been done comes.
And shocked they are how deep this incision!
How horrific the deceit.
How madness creeps upon them at night.
To drive them sobbing in guilt to their knees!
With no nights to come,
To welcome them to rest in peaceful sleep!
And dug are their fresh fingerprints,
As they crawl in a socialistic sweep.
Devoured like vagrants on urban streets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Get Over This and Them
A phoniness expressed,
By those you consider friends...
Goes unaddressed.
Especially when you observe them,
Around their acquaintances...
They make attempts to impress.
With a forced unnaturalness.
However,
Should leave you to wonder...
'Are these the kind of friends,
I have selected as the best ones yet?
Am I that desperate,
To be treated unwanted.
When they are around them like that...
As if they are better than me?
And they are received as 'thee' preferred guests? '
Have you noticed how 'your friends'
Elect to use you for laughs?
In moments when disrespect is shown.
And you are left alone...
Feeling like a stranger or a 'condoned' pest!
And 'if' you do get upset showing attitude...
Do 'your friends' and their 'Graded A' guests,
Isolate you with your presence to forget?
Leaving you feeling regret.
As you remove yourself to quickly exit...
With a temptation to stop your steps,
To let them all have it!
With some of the best cuss words they wont forget? !
Don't!
They are not worth that.
Bite your tongue in front of everyone.
And be cordial with respect.
And feeling extremely blessed.
Excuse yourself and leave.
I would.
And pat yourself on the back.
Like you should.
These creeps are not your friends.
They are two faced snakes.
Know it in your heart...
Folks like that can be replaced.
You will recover and discover...
You can get over 'this' and them
Without showing the slightest hint of being offended.
It's hard!
I broke a knuckle on my fist...
Hitting a wall.
For doing something similar like this!
Although in pain...
I was glad I didn't swing at anyone at all.
Except for that wall after I left.
And you too...
Like I did,
Can and will survive to become appreciated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Hiding
Maybe I'm insane
Walking on a wire
Maybe I'm the same
Nothing to take me higher
Tell me where to start
Think I'm at the end
Right now feeling pain
Make it go away
Maybe I'm to blame
Maybe I'm a liar
Maybe we're the same
Nothing can start the fire
I can't feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon I'll fade away
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine
I'm hiding from the things they say
Doing time and lead astray
Thinking back to times of yesterday
I could fly
I'm trying to find a better way
But I'm trapped
Can't get away
All I think is about yesterday
I could fly
Maybe I'm insane
Walking on a wire
Maybe I'm the same
Nothing to take me higher
I can't feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon I'll fade away
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine
I'm hiding from the things they say
Doing time and lead astray
Thinking back to times of yesterday
I could fly
I'm trying to find a better way
But I'm trapped
Can't get away
All I think is about yesterday
I could fly
song performed by by Korn from Untouchables
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I Want To Be Gone
Maybe I'm insane
Walking on a wire
Maybe I'm the same
Nothing to take me higher
Tell me where to start
Think I'm at the end
Right now feeling pain
Make it go away
Maybe I'm to blame
Maybe I'm a liar
Maybe we're the same
Nothing can start the fire
I can't feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon I'll fade away
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine
I'm hiding from the things they say
Doing time and lead astray
Thinking back to times of yesterday
I could fly
I'm trying to find a better way
But I'm trapped
Can't get away
All I think is about yesterday
I could fly
Maybe I'm insane
Walking on a wire
Maybe I'm the same
Nothing to take me higher
I can't feel my heart
But I feel the shame
Nothing left to say
Soon I'll fade away
These places all I ever think about is lost in time
These faces haunting me
I'm looking back and they are mine
I'm hiding from the things they say
Doing time and lead astray
Thinking back to times of yesterday
I could fly
I'm trying to find a better way
But I'm trapped
Can't get away
All I think is about yesterday
I could fly
song performed by by Korn
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Where Have All The Good Times Gone!
All my life Ive never stopped to worry 'bout a thing,
Open up and shout it out,an never try to sing,
Wondering if Ive done it wrong,
Will this depression last for long,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Once we had an easy ride and always felt the same,
Time was on our side and we had everything to gain,
This could be like yesterday,
Is thst me with your happydays,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ma and pa look back on all the things they used to do,
Never had no money and they always told the truth,
Daddy didnt need no little toys,
Mommy didnt need no little boys,wont you tell me,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Ow!
Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play,
Ah but then lets face it,things are easier today,
Yes you need some bringing down,
Get your feet back on the ground,
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
Where have all the good times gone.
song performed by by Van Halen
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Bare
It's not for the want of 'things',
I wish.
To fulfill a need...
That would bring to me bliss.
To meet someone and there is chemistry,
Immediately recognized...
As a missing piece.
To fit instantly would please.
And with a grinning done from ear to ear,
Appearing on two faces...
Makes one thing very clear.
This is the picture from a dream that has been wished.
Leaving a feeling kept hidden,
With an exposed happiness!
'Before you go outside,
Shouldn't you dress?
At least coverup...
Your expressed gratefulness! '
~Uh...
Wow.
I'm glad it is known,
I have nothing left to confess.
You have me caring less,
I have bared my soul.~
'Just put on some clothes.
I took the day off!
That's why I am bare.
AND...
If you don't mind,
With the door closed! '
~What am I thinking?
What am I thinking? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living Under Such Duress
You had been the one to chose,
To ignore the wounds and sores...
Upon others done.
Hunger and homelessness,
Were those things not addressed.
Since you were then not affected.
In fact,
You had expressed...
A disdained for those suppressed.
And living under such duress.
That you are now stressed,
By similar distresses.
Why are your needs more of a priority?
When it has been your selfishness,
And way of life kept...
That has created today's disasterous effects!
And I,
Still affected...
By your decades of unwarranted disrespect,
Am accused of not expressing...
To you an empathy you feel I should direct?
Your delusions have created this mess!
Not mine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Opening To Explore
The best left in many,
Is still left unexpressed.
There remain chapters,
Not yet to be written...
By those living life adventurously,
With a breathing of blessed breath...
Absorbing and observing a 'today',
A yesterday lived they had not before seen.
To say someone has delivered a 'best'...
Is perhaps compared,
From what has been shared...
With those who have been exposed,
To a discovery recently uncovered.
And not known before,
To those emerging from behind closed doors.
Now opening to explore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Civil Disobedience!
The majority of them have lived their lives,
In an isolated racist bubble.
Now that their comfort has been marked by troubles...
They seek a bailout from their mindless gains.
With wishes their selfishness did not exist.
Or had not been obvious to others,
Who had witnessed this!
While a greed was fed to exploit those in need.
Those who now seem much better off.
Since they have less blood to bleed...
Than those who lived totally on their good credit.
And loans the economy...
Can no longer assist them in their leeching to feed.
And their misdeeds and deceit...
Now chases them in fear!
With no escape from this beast!
While they swarm the streets...
In civil disobedience!
Treating them with a taste of defeat!
Completely out of their minds...
Come the times for those of selfishness!
Protesting that their interests,
Has left them in duress!
With no fingers to point.
As they are kept close to their own chests!
In attempts to keep themselves...
From losing their precious breath!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Journey Taken God Wants Us to Condone
There is 'something' felt in the air.
Something that says the times ahead,
Will be okay.
With whispers calling for a patience.
Even though clouds of despair seem to be,
Everywhere,
There are those without hesitation...
Showing reasons to express they care.
These times we all are living,
Come to give us reasons to condone.
These times we are living,
Are no longer the times to decide to leave alone.
These times we all are living,
Come to give us reason...
To live and condone,
A journey taken God wants us on.
A journey taken God wants us to condone.
Claiming it as a direction we own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Has Provoked Insensitivities
I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
It seemed as if everyone had an interest,
In each other back then.
A shifting of priorities,
Has left these qualities behind.
And time has provoked insensitivities.
With faith and trust diminishing into disgust.
In isolation we perceive no one can be believed.
Leaving us to feel abandoned without empathy.
I remember vividly those times,
Of innocent minds.
And the caring done...
By neighbors and friends.
It seemed as if everyone had an interest,
In each other back then.
Until the onslaught of progress...
Has left most feeling hopelessly digressed.
And suspicious of anyone expressing friendliness.
As we reject that quicker,
Than the addressing of deception few bother to question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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