Everywhere They Lead
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Poisoned minds are blocking the strides of progress.
With digressive displays of ignorance.
That hampers those of intelligent intentions...
To deal with the postering of idiots!
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Morons like this,
Have titles and positions all over the place.
And everywhere they 'lead'...
There is left unbelievable confusion.
Just to get around their incompetence,
Leaves those with a thought to think...
Doing their best,
Not to prove they can do it!
And...
To keep themselves as far away as possible,
From the mess the mindless have created.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Uncouth and Ruthless
It had been banned...
The truth.
And those who spoke it,
Were ostracized and shunned.
A lie guaranteed memberships in cliques.
And those choosing to do so...
Were lifted in praise.
To show themselves glorious,
And loved for their deeds in masterful craze.
They had the upper hand...
Those uncouth and ruthless.
Quick to tarnish someone's name,
For personal gain and recognition aimed.
And promoting themselves,
To positions held to hide incompetence...
They became suspicious of intelligent thinking,
And demanded ignorance to run rampant!
A decision that kept them sinking,
In a funk stinking!
As they solicited 'experts' from outside,
Comfort zones of leisure...
To help them 'deny' by trial and error,
Reasons 'why' they lost control of their own kind!
Although...
They were not slick enough,
To hide this sickness
Resulting from their demented minds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lesson #1
Lesson #1...
You can not convince those,
Who have made up their minds...
That an alternative approach,
Will provide a better benefit.
They will not hear it!
Since their minds have been blocked,
And limited.
Leave them alone,
To experience their own ignorance.
And by doing this...
You have removed yourself,
From feelings of guilt and remorse.
Left behind for someone else,
To eventually admit.
You must allow them to confront their egos...
On their own terms.
If you don't...
No one grows to learn!
And an ego on a rampage,
Isn't worth sacrificing...
An earned peace of mind!
Leave that nonsense,
To find its own way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wouldn't Tremendous Be Greater Than Fantastic?
An ego once unleashed,
Releases an exposed insecurity.
And accepts the limitation of praise given to it,
As an acknowledgement to something witnessed...
That will be condoned forever.
But egos eventually fizzle to do a dropping as flops.
'You must be talking about yourself? '
ME?
Moi?
Are you kidding?
I'm too fantastic to have a limited ego.
I am greater than that.
I let my ego do a dropping that flopped,
Many years ago.
'Oh?
So you are 'that' tremendous? '
I did NOT say tremendous.
I said...
Fantastic.
There is a difference in the limits,
You know.
'Wouldn't tremendous be greater than fantastic? '
You don't have to twist my arm.
I am 'not' one to argue with someone who knows.
Okay...
You win.
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From the Hollow Minds of Demented Men
Now the big boys with the bucks,
Argue who is right and wrong.
While the oil from the ocean,
Gushes up from a hole.
The oil made them spoiled.
And their souls have been sold.
And people witness the environment,
Being destroyed because of their greed...
And indefinite ignorance.
Everything that lives will suffer,
The experience inflicted by this tolerance.
Allowed and followed...
To benefit more decadence.
That now becomes everyone's to swallow...
From the hollow minds of demented men.
Who can no longer mask their wicked tasks,
Or their incompetence lacking common sense.
That has never been aligned with mental substance at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defeating Insecurities
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
Look!
Simply put.
Flourishing hype and propaganda,
Debated for the purposes to maintain greatness...
Does not meet to satisfy,
Those pushed to the streets...
To glorify a losing quality of life.
Simply put,
And without proper etiquette...
Days of high profile postering,
In stances taken now weakened.
Has increasingly decreased a respect once received,
Defeating insecurities...
And those pretentions kept to have others believe.
Politics and indecisions exposed,
Does not keep aged old traditions fading...
Upper most in the minds of those in tattered clothes.
Fresh minds advancing to reach new plateaus...
Have decades ago,
Left horse drawn carriages.
While a population strolled along,
Under oil lighted street lamps...
Slowly walking upon those cobbled stone roads.
And the ones holding positions,
To keep days and times like this standing still...
Are the very same people,
Wishing to keep an implementation...
Of this mindset for many no longer exists.
An ignorance cemented and does not self examine,
Loses more than memories to relive and breathe.
Minds fixed and stubborn inflict wounds never to heal.
Wounds future generations will remember as revealed,
As those times when their ancestors fed upon greed...
And lost an opportunity for a greatness to seal.
Allowed to manifest an infestation,
That protested a digesting of progress.
With visions kept focused on ignorance...
To leave all to seek the best of their weeping.
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Affected'!
They perceive themselves to be intelligent.
So they do their best to impress.
Expressing a kind of...
Hollowness.
And hints they have become,
'Affected'!
Without one sign,
That shows them to be basic.
Nothing to prove them to be grounded at all.
Not to anything of structured stability.
'Affected'!
Blinded by the blaze of pretension.
'Affected'!
That's what we use to call folks like that!
A tossed salad of deluded exclusiveness.
Harmless as well as annoying.
And difficult to keep respected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Doesn't Matter What One Does
It doesn't matter what one does,
To prove an intelligent effectiveness.
If an image best marketed,
Is the having of 'bling' and shiny things...
To dangle in front of those most impressed.
With a getting of attention that is addressed.
Regardless...
How disconnected minds are from the rest,
The ones who are adorned...
With sparkling attachments worn,
Will be guaranteed to influence and awe.
No matter if they can speak,
In completed sentences to be understood.
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Many people around the President have sizeable egos before entering government, some with good reason. Their new positions will do little to moderate their egos.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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The heartless
Are the heartless but those who have no hearts?
Are the mindless but those who have no minds?
Others too who prove themselves useless
Notwithstanding their massive hearts and minds.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Been and Are Disturbed
Let's make a pact...
To announce our delusions
As reality,
And never look back!
At least we can keep in our minds,
Visions that will never have to deal with truth!
Or the fact that we have been...
And are,
Mentally affected and obviously disturbed!
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This Introduction of Truth
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
A valued lifestyle for them has ended.
A blocking of delusions,
From them has been suspended.
The 'rumors' of truth has affected their minds.
They wish to pursue a tranquil existence.
And leave the 'presentation'
Of this 'interpretation' of such a rawness...
Behind.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
This introduction of truth...
They did not select or choose!
They can not stand it anymore...
The confrontation with reality.
It is much too big for them to ignore.
And many lay awake restless,
Without a bit of sleep...
Deep in an unconscious snore!
And afraid they are...
Of what comes next,
To knock on their doors.
So they peek to see...
Even in 'safe' neighborhoods,
They've lost their ability...
To secure a safety with stability.
It is driving them out of their fantasized minds!
And they wish for some relief...
That would enhance their fading beliefs.
But none comes and they become stunned!
And left to defend...
In a civil unrest for them that begins!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need Of An Audience
The ones with egos,
Seem to always bring their mysteries...
To be addressed.
With a massaging done constantly.
While those with credentials,
Appear to have less to express.
Bearing nothing with them to appease,
Or tease anyone to impress.
The ego driven,
Seem to wish their interests known.
These folks no one can just walk pass.
As those of true accomplishment,
Deliver their deeds with a speed to be believed.
To leave those who strut,
With pomp vacant of circumstance.
And feeding on a need for attention shown.
Overblown, overstaged and miscast.
Doers of accomplishments,
Never find themselves uncomfortable.
Not in environments where they are left alone.
Wherever they are,
They appear to be relaxed.
Almost as if they wish this to be condoned.
'I'm in need of an audience!
Where can I get an audience quick? '
Are the frantic fed panics of those with egos.
And making themselves sick.
With wishes to flap their lips a bit.
These thoughts are on the minds of those,
With a need to have their egos 'breathe'.
In a desperate unspoken desire to please.
In an approved acceptance they must solicit...
To feel themselves qualified.
Approved!
And undeniably received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It's In Their Blood
Rushed justifications,
Are outdated applications...
Applied today.
By those who enforce and try to endorse them.
Using techniques that never worked...
But incompetence does not offer that,
As an assessment tool for fools to use.
The obviousness of dismissed discipline,
Has fallen on the shoulders...
Of those who are older.
And...
Quick to use excuses,
To warrant their denials.
They would rather find others guilty
And put them on trial.
Folks are still looking,
For a way to toast their ill gotten gains.
Even still they are on the prowl,
To boost and boast their bloated egos.
To show themselves above and 'beyond'.
Although most are just filled with hot air.
Unaware no one cares...
If they should stay 'beyond'
And untouchable!
As long as they do not leave behind,
Their ignorance.
And a lot of that they do leave behind.
To circumvent any progress intended.
Or contemplated and meant.
With few wishing to be in the same space,
To hobnob with those of such mindlessness.
To hear nonsense spilling from the mouths,
Of the ones choosing to hide insecurities...
Behind plastic faces!
Trying to fake remnants of honesty.
Truth and honesty?
Integrity with a dignity...
Expressed with identity?
Are you kidding me?
Seriously...
Are you?
Those days are evaporating...
Faster than water can be found in Death Valley.
And all you will see in Death Valley are vulchers,
Picking over skeletal remains.
Or something that looks as if it had been alive.
Or wished that it could have been.
And did just that...
With an avoidance to pretensions.
It looks as if reality for some is here to stay.
For others...?
They will never know what it is to address it.
Or become satisfied...
If and when it ever should become acknowledged!
They will still charade.
It is in their blood to do so!
Yes! It is.
It is not hidden.
It is in their blood...
Or DNA
If one chooses to say it that way!
To dip in sin,
To tease like demons...
And solicit the weak to be wicked!
As if that is their mission.
To fulfill demented ambitions.
If it wasn't...
Why does so much of it exist?
The evil and the wickedness.
And depicted on TV.
As is preached from pulpits.
Their quality of life they now find rotten...
Has been based upon all of it!
How can that be corrected?
When not one bit of it has been created from truth!
How can anyone correct minds,
Accustomed to being used and abused!
And encouraged to uncover similarities like these...
To keep a disturbance nurtured in this diminishment!
If it's in their blood.
And that's where the conflict is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Rita Coolidge)
We said our goodbyes long ago never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind oh we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another not you how foolish I thought the same too
They both turned out to be the wrong kinds oh we must have been out of our minds
[ piano ]
Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find that we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another...
Yes we must have been out of our minds yeah
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Something Held To Suppress Has Affected The Connection
To be referred to as smart and intelligent,
In an environment of other minds...
Noticebly unconscious or sold on ignorance.
Or aware but believe intelligence is rare...
Has to be in the water or in the atmosphere.
And to be accused of being a novelty,
Implies the exercise to think...
And use this ability,
Has to be a threat!
Especially to those,
Who either oppose this activity.
Or remain curious with an envy,
As to how this process is applied and done.
Something held to suppress has affected the connection!
And...
To observe this as obvious,
Has to be for some...
Who believe thinking is a normality,
A life lived...
In a lonely and isolating existence,
Fearing to express a comprehension.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medically Numbed
Where is the proof,
That there is a declining quality of life.
Where is the proof,
That minds have been affected...
By a relying on chemical diets.
And where is the proof...
Those depicted to be out of their minds,
Reflect a more accepted time...
Few have been too medically numbed to notice.
Or drugged to promote quick corner purchases.
'Pssst...
Yeah,
You.
How about getting that monkey off your back.
I've got a remedy for that.'
~That's MY SON,
Crack head.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brink Of Extinction
Creating with a solicitation,
A lazy and undisciplined existence.
To identify a segment of one's population,
As dysfunctional.
May for those responsible,
In the implementation of this...
Boost egos.
But cost effective?
No!
Only fools feeding an isolated greed,
Would keep this as their belief.
Only a complete ignorance,
Would perceive this approach...
To be an effective reflection of greatness.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
From the time of their birth...
Would find this uplifting to their self worth.
And not an encouragement nourishing,
One to the brink of extinction.
Those assigned to oppress minds,
Of those threatening their insecurities...
Eventually will find this point of view of superiority,
A mentally degrading aspect...
Of their own growth process and not an asset.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Melba Montgomery)
We said our goodbyes long ago
Never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find
That we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Yes, we must have been out of our minds
song performed by by John Prine
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