Enslaved In Cages to Rage!
A nation has created their own welfare state.
By producing divisions to colorize,
And incarcerate.
Racism to enforce hatred!
Has historic beginnings observed.
Those who took advantage,
Have been mostly incompetent.
And using segments of the population...
To entertain their lack of sense.
Now with an economic crisis,
Fed on gluttony they've created as a breeding,
To feed their needs.
Actions of decadence has for them come to an end.
And they dare to point fingers...
These whiners spoiled,
In tantrums like little children.
Living to have good credit...
To decide who receives a loan!
And sharing amongst themselves like thieves.
To dispense what they steal to build ideals...
With a continued tax on things,
Folks will never outright own!
Crooks have broken their proud foundations.
And devastated standards they have made.
Insuring to incite riots,
And civil wars among the self righteous.
To further degrade in a deepened isolation.
Like animalistic cannibals!
Enslaved in cages to rage!
A nation has created their own welfare state.
By producing divisions to colorize,
And incarcerate.
To only bait themselves on addictions without help!
And to craze in their final days!
**We must open our eyes,
From the madness we have slept.
Telling all who will listen...
Of the horrors that have kept us,
Subconsciously numb...
In American Dreams! **
~And so,
It has come to pass...
It seems.
NOTE:
**Opening lines from poem, 'In American Dreams'
Written by: Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Divisions They Have Created
Observing those taking offense,
Against policies and initiatives they implemented...
Is like listening to someone complain,
About the price of cigarettes and gasoline...
While waiting in line to purchase them at any cost.
People have grown accustomed to debating themselves.
As if those overhearing them,
Become attracted to the redundance of the limited topics.
Divisions they have created,
Have outdated realities.
They refer to the 'others' as those on the 'left'.
And yet,
They are 'right'...
With their insignificant infighting complimented with backbites.
Their own divisions they have created,
Escalated devastation.
Clearly they are a people of greed,
Wanting more of it for themselves to feed.
With an outsourcing of jobs...
For cheaper labor to pay as their economy slipped away.
They were the ones to oversee this travesty,
As a means to quietly lift themselves...
To the land of abundant gluttony.
Divisions they have created,
Deletes the fact of their discreeted deceit.
As their own hands dipped
While a diminishing of beliefs of those values and standards,
Were going unpoliced!
They speak of a greatness only reviewed on sporting fields.
They speak of a greatness on streets of decadence no one feels.
To lead is to know how to follow.
To greed is to know how to follow those like this who lead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Piranhas
We can not blame anyone for ripping someone off!
Have we not extended blessings...
To anyone acquiring opulence.
And living to feed gluttony,
At our expense to dispense upon our imaginations.
While we entertain having champagne dreams and caviar wishes.
We have been fed to be greedy people.
We are even instructed...
To have the needs of our cravings met.
Through prayer and devotion to symbolism.
It all has been there.
Even enemies have been created for sport and profit!
Until those on the 'inside' could not stop it!
And like piranhas who feed...
They could care less who's flesh they are fed.
Especially if a system encourages the greed.
With hypocrites insisting...
These standards and values should be perceived.
As a way of life that exhalts a decency!
And a spreading of a democracy enforced...
With capitalism induced and endorsed!
WHO can divorce from these addictions,
If from birth one has been afflicted,
And upon this encouraged to nourish!
WHO you?
I've still got my eye on that Mercedes.
Forest green with mahogany accents in the interior.
Plush with lambskin.
Hoping my ship comes in.
I will be extremely disappointed...
If I should witness it sinking on the horizon.
My visions have me at least test driving the thing!
How long is this 'crisis' gonna last anyway?
Two-three weeks?
Any more than that...
Someone will have to peel me off the walls.
I am 'not' entitled to that kind of sacrifice.
There is nothing coming out of Hollywood that says that I should!
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Soon Coming to a Set of Eyes Near You
They could have had their culture and identity in place.
But many of them because of jealousy,
Took their time to slander and erase...
Any deed that was done by anyone who came to uplift them!
They were sure to crush and ambush.
That has been their unconscious mission.
They are mentally sick.
But don't know this!
Folks with megaphones in communities...
Preaching from the Bible about unity.
Are they themselves in divisions.
They reflect themselves to have conflicts within them.
They do not have peaceful minds at all.
Recovering from drugs and alcohol.
Wanting to express their personal findings of God!
What has been embraced today...
Is a guilt expressed that has created an economic mess.
And a decadence that has fed gluttony,
Will still be at a heated fervor pitch...
If there were signs an abundance of it were being produced.
And Bible thumpers had their hands on it.
When folks see their greed about to cease...
That's the only reason they call upon God!
And that's why God is switching up all agendas.
With priorities for many to become vividly clear...
In the sharing of one reality!
There will be no varities or assortments of it...
Depicted from one's interpretation of a scripture lifted,
To define God's meaning.
Soon coming to a set of eyes near you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stolen Profits
A hustle bustled to hush dissension...
Has crush those voicing,
Differences of opinion.
Folks have become perturbed,
By what to them has been done!
Clear evidence of corruption is observed.
And shatters the nerves of everyone stunned.
Warnings of these events were dismissed and ignored.
As the backs of the middle class...
Have been broken like those already historically poor.
And all of this could have been prevented,
If the few did not concede...
To uphold the needs of the filty rich and greedy
But those hypnotized by materialism...
Chose to fill their pockets,
With an increasing ease to feed gluttony...
And their guts!
Caring less who would be left with nothing...
Until a crisis touched their collective butts!
Now a quick fix to end their addictions has been submitted!
But no one wants to sacrifice and quit...
By producing restrictive limits,
That examines how this 'rut' began.
And put an end to it!
With nothing remaining that exists...
They wish to sustain standards they value!
As if an entitlement gave them rights to it!
When all of it had been stolen profits.
'Assets never existing...
Can not forever be assets declared! '
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Where Is the Relevance?
Where is the relevance?
One once connected and applied,
To a life making more not less sense.
For those who believed...
There was something treasured,
We all had in common.
Where is the relevance?
To the multitude of debates...
Delivered by those 'practicing' their intelligence,
On the shoulders of folks...
With similar tastes,
Now heating collectively...
In an impatience observed,
And without question seen.
And told they must wait in anticipation...
For those in positions of leadership,
To decide the urgency of our fates!
Where is the relevance?
Eyes opened created the decadence.
Few slept through the entertainment done.
No one complained about the feeding of greed.
Or lifestyles that were shared by a choice few.
Not everyone!
So where is that relevance?
The one declared we all share,
But never there.
The relevance of standards and quality,
We all strived to reach!
That relevance lived by a few in exclusivity...
But from the rest of us impeached.
Where is the relevance?
Sought and now called upon all of us to seek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This The World We Created?
Words and music by freddie mercury and brian may
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law?
So it seems in the end
Is this what were all living for today?
The world that we created
You know that every day a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by
Is this the world we created?
We made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated
Right to the bone?
If theres a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what weve done
To the world that he created?
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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Legislated
Why are people so upset about their way of life collapsing?
Even someone feeding at a feast,
Should become tired of their gluttony.
And those who ate...
Made sure it was exclusively done!
By shutting out those who were 'disadvantaged'.
Those across the nation who became homeless.
And suffering from hunger...
Were the ignored ones!
And now that standards and values,
Of thieves are collapsing...
Perhaps diseases like cancer will also come to an end.
With racism and division,
A lesson learned that finally sinks in!
Those who choose to live abusing others...
Will eventually know pain and suffering,
For them to begin!
As nothing done is without a return that comes!
And that applies to deceit and lies,
Of those who feed while caring less...
Who's blood they bleed,
Including their own!
With such infectiousness.
When sickness like theirs is legislated,
And shown to be an enactment...
To bait and satiate.
A process condoned becomes clearly known.
And a fate that awaits awakens them too late!
Stand back to get the full effectiveness,
Of this madness that unravels...
As it attacks!
Without a sign of empathy revealed or given back!
Since no one is left unaffected,
Feeling that to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am The American Eagle
I Am The American Eagle
I am the American Eagle
with a broken right Republican wing,
and a broken left Democrat wing,
its 'We the people' body tattered and torn.
It needs pledges of help
to its God Bless America body,
for the Eagle spirit to heal.
Its 10% White Collar head
has lost control of its 90%
Blue Collar welfare soul.
For the American Eagle
to become strong,
we must quit
outsourcing its welfare
and unite with its talons
saying NUTS
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
the American Eagle spirit
that unites this nation.
That America is not 10%
but 100%,
where elected officials
need to be 100%
not 10%.
That we do not need
economic morticians
but 100%
American eagle POLITICIANS,
who are not bickering
Republicans
and/or
Democrats
but 100%
Americans.
'I pledge allegiance
to the flag of
the United States of America,
and to the republic
for which it stands,
one nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty
and justice for all.'
Feel these words reach deep inside America,
It is not a pledge to Demigod
Republicans and Democrats,
Nor is it to Wall St or Private Equity.
It diversity is not just
Conservative, Progressive, Liberal
Or Moderate or Independent,
Rich, poor,
It is even homeless.
Swiss bank accounts,
Overseas tax havens,
It is about investing in America
That we now need 100% pledges
For the American Eagle NUTS talons,
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
Our American 100% heritage
to the future of our children.
So the eaglets can fly
with both wings.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 07/06/12 ©
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It Is Best to Leave This Mindset Alone
There will always be those,
Who attempt to match wits...
With those who comprehend
The advantages of understanding.
Some folks live within a box regarded as safe.
And from inside a point of view of outside events...
They choose to argue their findings,
Condensed...
From a state of mind that is comfortable,
But for those who have discovered 'reality'...
They know this makes no sense.
And to produce beneficial chit chat,
Does not induce a growth of thought.
When a sharing is lost with one who's mind is stuck...
Deluded in visions found too comfortable.
And eventually these folks others must give up!
A process attached to learning,
For some is a worthless yearning.
And for them a progress is created from isolation.
Where ignorance is encouraged to thrive and manifest.
It is best to leave this mindset,
Alone!
They perceive time sits to wait for them,
To be condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State Of The Nation
You can walk, or you can run
You dont have to be someone
I went on a summer cruise
Upon an ocean born to lose
My brother said that he was dead
I saw his face and shook my head
Can you see where we cant be
Were losing our blood in the sea
cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
From my home I traveled far
I drove in my stolen car
When it broke down, I kissed the ground
cause I dont kiss when youre around
I dont find that I have been
The portrait of an only son
If thats the case, then who could tell
Where my story had begun?
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Even now, Im all alone
Behind a wall thats made of stone
I think about where we have been
And all the sights that could be seen
I know it all could be worthwhile
If only I could force a smile
Now we turn our backs to the sea
The shame of a nation well never be
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Yes, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
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18 Square Miles
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And is the home of over four thousand gang members.
Some segments of it,
Look as if negligence is tolerated.
And decadence celebrated.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And sits in a state that use to brag about its affluence.
Clearly with ignorance to salivate.
As disrespect for others is shown...
And lack of discipline and illiteracy,
Considered top rate and obviously condoned.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With hidden pockets of poverty.
Neighborhoods are divided,
Into sections like an apartheid.
With those who control this...
Absent of vision and intelligence free.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
With racism practiced as a way of life.
And those who inflict their bigotry,
See themselves in a self righteous light.
The place is only eighteen square miles.
And the affects of hunger and homelessness,
Is as protected as the theft that goes on.
The place is only eighteen square miles,
Of illogical standards valued.
Eighteen square miles,
Of blinded physical and mental abuse!
Reflecting a nation,
Unraveling from the inside.
And using those victimized as an excuse.
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Ode to God
HE created the sky
to protect us...
HE created the Sun
to warm our souls...
HE created the stars
to follow our dreams...
HE created the moon for us,
not to get lost,
and to illuminate
the road to...HIM!
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Kept Number One
What makes no sense to you now...
Has never made sense ever!
It's just that the expense of your escapes,
Have been diminished.
Like the realization of your question...
Does race matter?
In a place where cowboys and indians,
Has laced the bottom of Christmas trees
With packaged toy guns.
Gift wrapped to delight the eyes,
To have little boys and girls...
Chasing each other to run...
With visions to win something won,
From each other for fun?
And has made race the number one issue,
Whether at work or entertaining minds...
To this very day?
Does race matter?
It may now make no sense to you!
However...
From the point of view of those,
Sold on greatness...
And how that greatness has been achieved?
You better believe...
Race matters to them,
Who wish to keep that dream alive...
And thirsting within every soul that thrives.
To do it by using race and weapons...
And the fear of losing 'interests' threatened,
By those enemies created...
Wishing to put a limitation to these dreams!
Of course race matters!
That's why the momentum of hate,
Has been kept number one in the marketplace!
So it seems.
Does race matter?
Aren't people living in scattered divisions?
Reminding themselves of ethnic and religious,
Superiorities?
And 'what' deity is 'supreme to all of these?
Where do you think all of this started?
In the land that professes equal opportunities!
And all for one and one for all!
But not for everyone!
Unless you're lucky enough to play...
Professional basketball!
Or football.
Or baseball!
And carry those kinds of 'balls'!
To entertain and please,
For those kinds of escaping games.
To bring such tensions to ease.
For purposes to boast...
Of championships and hoist trophies!
And that's why race matters!
Even though that concept...
Has left a mess unaddressed.
And treasured foundations undone,
To distress!
Does race matter?
Isn't that on the lips...
Of those in mental fits?
Check your history!
When did it not exist?
OR statistics kept and strategies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The effect of violent dislike between groups has always created an indifference to the welfare and honor of the state.
quote by Thomas B. Macaulay
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Here to Breakdown Barriers
Please.
No need to apologize.
We all have a reason to misinterpret.
And yes, I do agree.
They should regard it a privilege,
That I am in their presence.
Ain't too many of me up in here!
Providing 'urban' insight.
From a point of view,
They believe from TV 'should' be...
Full of venom with tidbits of hate.
Because I am a black man.
Raised in projects they have created,
And made ghettos.
I do not serve that kind of mentality.
You see...
I know I have more to offer.
And I give it to them for free.
I am not a Huxtable.
Although I greatly appreciate Bill Cosby.
He too delivers from an insight fresh!
And as a writer/poet...
I do my best to express from a consciousness,
Much broader than the confines...
Of mindsets defined by one's color.
And from me,
People do get those experiences and observations...
Far beyond fenced in divisions.
And from me,
Expressed!
Not based upon beliefs or limitations of ignorance.
Those boundaries I wish to stretch!
And many might find that offensive,
Since it represents an intelligence unrestricted.
And some wish more ethnicity to see,
To classify me.
I defy those branded standards.
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
There are too many of those architects.
And I do not apply my insights,
To those aging blueprints I detest.
Yes.
And those who say they judge folks on their character?
Should not self annoint themselves as judges at all!
That's the point I make!
Again...
I am here to breakdown barriers!
Not to build them!
Or provide a safety net...
For those insecurities yet to heal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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President Reagan always gave the credit to the American people and American ideals. He treated his job as a valuable temporary loan from the American people, a loan that should be respected and returned with dutiful appreciation.
quote by William L. Jenkins
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Bred to Attack
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were seduce to live high and mighty,
In an approaching economic danger zone.
We could have prevented hunger and homelessness.
We could have inspired ourselves and our children,
To be respectful and expect the best.
We could have rejected every hint of decadence.
But we chose with a blinded consciousness...
To greed and feed our gluttony!
With a mindlessness...
That has digested us into a mess!
And now we daily experience,
The effects of conflict, chaos and unrest!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
Suspecting both friend and foe...
To come and stab us in the back.
With a packing of guns to prepare for that.
Now awaiting we do,
For a civil disturbance...
To give us reason to become entrapped.
Like wild rabid dogs bred to attack!
And left to roam with our wounds.
Howling in wails at a cloud clustered moon,
Doomed...and gloomed to foam in fumes.
As an end result of settled scores.
'WHY was this necessary? '
Those who had a purpose and survived aren't sure!
'This isn't as future I wish to endure.
This is not a future i wish to knock on my door.'
Then don't invite it or welcome it in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Self Serving and Isolated Mindset
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
Even those thought of as 'pros'
Have their mouths opened wide,
When they should be the ones closed.
Behind prison bars...
And their miscalculations fully exposed.
It is with their 'wisdom' or lack of it.
The entire world has become a pile of horse...
Manure!
And I'm sure you get the 'drift' of this?
And now there is a leader who has insured,
No longer will the suffering of the people be endured.
With an approach that lacks of arrogance.
But with an honesty to be believed!
And an absence of deceit,
To begin a healing...
He hopes will inspire a cure!
A bleeding of respect,
Those of experience for many years accepted...
At the cost of their own neglect!
Has caused this global mess.
And too many are left conscious...
To realize who created the feeding greed,
Of those who 'have'...
And the 'have nots' falling,
Through wider gaps with less.
Everybody,
And his or her mama...
Has an opinion,
Of what President Obama should...
And should not do.
Suggesting Barack does not have the sense,
To approach the state of the economy.
Or provide a fix,
For their self imposed conflicts!
Or their addiction to decadence.
And he has done his very best...
To represent a nation of people,
Who have become lost and upset!
In a delusional,
Self serving...
And isolated mindset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poses Taken to Take Them No Where
It's easy to sit back,
And say who needs direction.
But it seems as if those with the most lip,
Are the ones who are the least prepared to lead.
And those with ambition...
With their eyes on success to achieve,
Can not stop in their tracks seeking approval...
From those satisfied to sit together,
Getting fat nibbling on cheese.
And other assorted poses taken to take them no where!
These folks are not assertive.
Judgemental...
But not assertive!
It takes work to make things happen.
With sleepless nights a part of it!
If one knows what is wished to be accomplished...
The deed is in the doing.
Without manic tantrums in dramatic fits.
Or spoiled demands made by one,
Waiting for intructions to become assisted.
If one chooses to get things done...
It is best to take command,
And not make demands on those who question...
The qualifications of the one who created the plans.
Folks like this,
Meet and greet to promote stagnation.
Leave them in it,
And split!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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